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It is now Sunday, 15:00 hrs. Finally, I’ve started yesterday’s (this one) blog. When I’m done, I doubt I’ll have time to start tomorrow’s until late on Monday.
So, I’ve have to cut down the time used on it again, or the contents. But I love doing them so much.
The ailments, especially the new ones, are causing me to spend so much more time doing similar work that would take three hours now, taking me 5 hours. That’s just the physical ailments; the others, especially the mini-seizures, are getting to 
me. Going in to let the NHS look at things on the 5th of October. That is if I had not been arrested on the 15th of September when HMG Recovery Enforcement Officers came to get the money for a TV licence I’d already paid for and demanded their £1000 fine if I didn’t. So, I may be in prison, but I’m sure they’ll let me out to go to the hospital. Hehehe! It might be nice not to have to cook and clean up, and there will be a nurse on duty 24/7 for us prisoners. Yes, I’m not going to pay! A quick few mentions, most prompted by the pictures taken.
The nocturnal night pouch was unattached from the day bag.
Still a dark shade. I might get that investigated while I’m in prison? Hehehehe!
Early morning shot of the clouds and mist. Taken from the balcony.
Gloomy is the word I’m looking for, I think.
I swear this visit, well, the actual evacuationing, was more painful than yesterday’s was.
I did get a few extra cuts shaving this morning. That was due to hindrances 
The other ailments on good Inchy-bashing form for the day were as follows;
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When I’d finished and was about to leave the wet room, a twinge of guilt came over me at the state of the place. I took the decision; well, I decided to get the dump cleaned up and sorted. A rarity there! I’ll do it now, I thought!
I bent down to pull the floor cabinet away from the wall, A
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kicked off in unison. 
Down I went, but not far. I fell against the wheeled trolley, so minor damage only was caused. At least physically. Only to my pride, as the mini-tumble flicked the release valve on the catheter, I weed on the floor that I’d struggled so painfully to clean yesterday. My new-found dedication and determination to get the room sorted out… rapidly faded into the ether! I may have muttered, “Sod It!” Or something of that nature as I left the mess for another day. It would’ve been nice to do it before I went to prison.
Several hours passed, and I was doing various things, not connecting or finishing the one I’d started. But somehow, I felt a smidge lively… I wasn’t, but I thought it.
Some catheters that Carer Kimberley had very kindly ordered for me were delivered.
Minutes later, the PP’s
Then the food delivery, three minutes later
Got them into the kitchen to sort them out.
Sorted. I got some of the red spring onions that sorted the meal. A sad tonight. I’ll try to be inventive.
No idea why I thought that.
Hours later, I started on the graphics for this page, but I only had two done. I’m not sure if it was the craving for the onions or that I was so tired, but I got the nosh prepared.
Well, it was different, I must say.
Lashings of No-butter butter and some Marmite were in the wholemeal rolls. Don’t cringe! Hehe! Vegetarian sausages, white and red onion, concrete-like so-called cooked beetroot, tomatoes, and sugar snap peas. Slurrrp!
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Cheerio, and all the best of luck!