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This magnificently presented Inchy Today blog is so popular worldwide for the Odes that both blog followers like them anyway, just maybe chronologically like Inchy’s encephalon.
That’s out of order, confusing and memory-challenged.
This is due to the greatest number ever in any day before of and the new back pains that have started to give out shocks now. He had to be Christened, so I’ll name him Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn temporarily. Not to be confused with , or . I’ll have to try not to get any other ailments, I think I’m running out of names for them.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the blog…
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A wickedly frustrating night. I waited for the last Carer to call until close to midnight, and the fatigue made me make for the bed. It was not a successful sleep in any way whatsoever. Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn, & took it in turns to terminate any hopes of my getting a decent sleep. It must have been 05:00hrs when I finally got off into Sweet Morpheus land. I recall having to empty the day pouch then. No night pouch, no carer to put it on for me. I hope whoever it should have been has not had an accident or fell poorly. Two hours later, I burst back to imitation life with such a jump, and the back shoulder blade and right leg both got an electric shock up them. In those two hours kip, the urine had flowed well, and I had no choice but to get up to empty the day pouch again. And what a colour it was. I poured it into the measuring jug. About 160mm. It looked cloudy with bits in it and too red for my liking.
Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
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It was darned sore this morning. I have no idea why. I lifted my nightshirt, settled onto the Porcelain Throne, and reached for the crossword book. By the time I picked it up, the evacuation was finished! How can liquid flowing from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
I cleaned up the wetroom furniture and then myself. Carried out the medicationings as needed. And throughout this procedure, I was getting shocks from the back or up the right leg. Methinks today may be a painful one. And a fear of how CorelDraw would act when I got on it came over me. I’d be lost without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
I got the hoover and did the hallway.
Then, I got the waste bags sorted out and ready for collection.

Then, I got the computer on. I had a certain amount of dread when I launched CorelDraw to upload and doctor the photos with text. Would it work right on artistic and paragraph default formatting this time?
What a daft Thought! I should have known better
No, it wasn’t working!

The morning carer arrived. I mentioned that last night’s late Carer call did not come. He got the meds done.

I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.

The shocks almost died down to one an hour; very lovely.

The Blank Spots returned so regularly but were very short-lived.
I think at first.

Then I lost two hours or so. But the good news was that I’d finished yesterday’s blog. I was on CorelDraw and had got the text working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.

I got Camera Two and took some shots from the balcony.

 The end car park.
And three, no four, of the clouds.
From different directions.

No rain again today.

Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control. 

I made a food order for next week, for Tuesday between 06:00 and 08:00 hrs. I double-checked the delivery time and day to avoid any doubling-up.
I’ve got the new slippers arriving tomorrow as well.
One pair of slippers is machine washable. I regularly have trouble with the catheter close and open switch and pee into the slippers frequently, which is embarrassing, messy, expensive, and frustrating, to say the least.

I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.

It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)

For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.

① I was shot awake by .
② The tray, pots, and cutlery launched off my elephantine belly onto the carpet.
③ Landing, naturally, painfully, right on top of me.
④ I swore a smidge. And rose gently on my feet to get things cleared up. Luckily, I’d eaten all the food, and only crumbs and bits of gravy needed cleaning up.
⑤ gave way.
⑥ And I banged the knee against the recliner, which set off to assist the other ailments in pain-giving.
Well, over the day with being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.

I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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Make Merry More Often! Hehehe!