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05:10 hrs: I woke up from a muddled dream. An odd one, all my current problems came barraging into my mind. I think I was laughing at them, knowing they would end when I snuff it. I lay pondering my strange response. 06:00 hrs: I forced myself to evacuate the bed. My balance was all over the place. I carefully removed the nocturnal catheter bag and emptied it. taking a photo for the carer to judge the colour rating later on for me.

By the time I’d done it, Dizzy Dennis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Balance-Buggering-Belinda had joined in with the other ailments. Even more oddly, the finger paper cut bothered me more than anything. Haha!

I snapped a picture of the morning blue sky, and then I turned on the kettle to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Then, I looked in the fridge to see what options were available for nosh later in the day or evening.
Having had the two orders last week, it looked remarkably unfull.
However, the freezer was crammed to the maximum. I seemed to have overestimated the amount of desserts that I needed. I checked the dates using the magnifying glass. There is even more room in there now. Four yoghourts and a pie were out of sell-by date, and I threw them away. Tsk!

Went to wash the half-drank and had gone cold mug of Gengettie tea. And Carer Richard arrived. 

The lad still had two leg strappings on and must have been in pain, poor chap. My medications were issued. After a quick natter, he went wearily off on his way home.
I worry about him.

I got the computer on and found this email tracker from Parcel Force. They are delivering the Low-Cost Food store order today. It’s been 10 days since the confirmation email telling me that the store had despatched it. It’s coming from Mansfield. At least with Parcel Force, they deliver to the door. Some others leave it down in the foyer.

Carer Chloe did the midday visit. She was in a rush, but didn’t rush me, bless her.

The computer still does not allow all the graphics and photographs to go on WordPress. Grrr!
MS Excel is making life difficult by not saving the NHS graphic chart, and I have to create a new one each day.
However, these trials and tribulations mean nothing to me. I just laugh at them.
I also tell fibs occasionally!

I thought I was doing well today…
I had an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne 15 minutes or so ago.
I knew it was going to be a Trotsky Terence one, and I had to rush to get things off in time. As I was taking the PPs down, I caught the top catheter tube in the pants.
The inserted tube was tugged at rather heavily and started poor old  I could not do much until the evacuation was over; the almost liquid contents only took a few seconds to sprout out. By then, there was blood running down my legs onto the floor, all over the basin, and it took me ages to get me and the mess cleaned up! The floor had to be mopped and disinfected as well. The different Cream, which had a dropper, was much thinner and far less painful to apply. I hope they send this one again in next month’s prescription.

Sorted the mess and got back to the computer.
Looked at the tracker for the Parcel-Force delivery.
He’s running a bit late. He might be having his lunch in a lay-by. He’s getting closer than last time.

I’m going to look at the food situational plans. Ah, I remember now. I plan to have garden peas, battered fish balls, or a battered haddock fillet with instant mash. It’s best if I wait until the delivery arrives. It should only take 25-30 minutes to cook. I’ve put the oven on low heat. I’m getting hungry now.

Hello, I can hear an alarm going off somewhere. I shall go investigate. These new hearing aid batteries are good!
Ah, it was the intercom going. The Low-Cost Food delivery arrived. The driver brought it up to the door for me and unloaded it.

I got fish in the oven, opened shortcake biscuits, and filled the bikkie barrel. Then, I sorted the meal.

It turned out to be a fish supper. And very nice it was too.
Carer called and took the diabetic sacks off of my legs.

I’m well tired now.
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TTFNski, each!