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CorelDraw, or rather trying to sort it out, was my lead Hassle. Whoopsiedangleplops: A new ailment on the top of my back. I’ve not the foggiest idea what it was or is. There was no pain to start, but it kept itching like mad. Carer Chris took a photo of it and asked me if I’d had any stitches on my back. Nope, I didn’t think so. The back was a smidge red, but that would be where I been scratching at the itch. A few hours later, Carer Joanne came and took a look. The marks that looked like stitch scars had disappeared. She said she could see a mole coming up. It beats me what it is, but it kept hurting, getting more tender as I got tired in the evening. Another mystery from within Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is at the stage of beginning to lose its marbles?
Very little got done other than spending at least 14 hours on the computer trying to sort out the CorelDraw problems and thinking I had several times. However, CorelDraw would not save the default settings no matter which way I wanted to save them, so this one will be a real short-on-detail effort. Not many photos were taken either. I’m a bit down now, and the seizures that came on about 16:30 hrs were annoying in the least. A stormy night’s sleep, yet again, did not help.
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The urine was a little lighter than yesterday.

Yet still hurty!

I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?

Morning view.

Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
It brings an unwanted smile to my face.

An afternoon sky shot.

Then I got on the computer, all gee’d up to get things done. Sadly, CorelDraw stole many hours of my time. I was determined to sort out the problems accrued after being told to upload an update to sort issues out! I was okay with it before, anyway. I was excited when I thought I’d cracked it after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I still kept on trying, though. When a carer called, I tried to look and sound upbeat. They must be sick of hearing me moan.
I know I am!

I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha!
I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

It’s now 21:50hrs, late? Definitely,
I am depressed, in pain, and angry
Also, I’m pretty hungry,
Can’t cook it until he’s seen to me,
Have to cook with my catheter bag in hand, not on my knee,
And the tube in hand, which is not handy…
Doing things, baking, cooking,  culinary.
I’m moaning again, silly old ‘B’.

22:30hrs: No Carer has arrived yet.
No one arrived by 23:55 hrs, so obviously, no one would come. I guessed at the late-night medication; I think it was only Peptac and painkillers. I olive-oiled my ears and toothache-sprayed the teeth. I could not get the nocturnal pouch to fit on, so I had to leave the already five-day-overdue-to-be-changed-day catheter bag on. The urine is getting deeper and redder in colour, and poor little Inchie-Willy is in constant pain. I can’t recall when the District Nurse last came to change the catheter for me; I think it must have been about seven weeks now. The uncomfortableness is now turning to pain. Toothache, earache, the CorelDraw nightmare, Carer not arriving, Humph!
Back in the morning, I do hope.

Getting the spuds out of the oven… yet again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. Ahem!
I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
The meal was coped with well by the teeth.

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Please Keep Safe, Each!