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But does that include the product?
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GAWD, I’VE NEVER FELT LOWER!
Forgive this start to this messed-up, dismal, disappointing, depressing, distressing, dispiriting, disheartening, discouraging, demoralising, dismal, daunting, disenchanting, disquieting, discomposing, disturbing, distressing and deplorable due to this computer-preventing-success blog.

The hardest and least successful day ever.
I’m assuming that the end is near.
I’ll lose all I hold dear…
It’s not a computer here; it’s an electric alligator…
The web’s the master aggravator and alienator!
A bloodsucker, a mental boneshaker…
That’s turned me into a bellyacher,
Duodenal Donald had never been pain-fuller!
I’m frustrated, getting angrier, & arsier!
After the stroke, I acquired aboulomania,
It got worse swiftly, I can tell yer…
My Doctor seems more like an arbitrageur.
Did she know, or was she being cagier?
Indigestion or maybe apepsia or dyspepsia.
Hospital check-up – Duodenal Ulcer…
In later life, one tends to become more toeier,
I became addicted to my new Atari computer…
A joy to behold, it made me happier,
Then the web came, loved by each Diddler & Fiddler,
Manipulated and financed by the Oligarcher,
Thus, I approach the end of my tether…
Tired of failure, trying to be a trier…
Alone, is it time to meet my maker?
I try to get out of the depressional mire…
Will my spirits ever get higher?
Will Heaven be waiting, or Hell’s fire?
I don’t think it should really matter…
Well, not to me, a failed snippersnapper!
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I had half an hour of when the computer aloowed me to get pictures on… not many. Bitterly dejected now.
When I got up from the depths of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. The nocturnal bag is nice and full.
 Changed and photographed the old-fashion clock calendar.
Got these photos to save to go on here, but not for eight hours! Very anger-making!
Took the misty morning shot.

Hours later, I emptied the day catheter bag into the jug. It looked awfully full of bits of red stuff floating about in the urine.
640ml’s worth.

It was my worst day ever with this com-dam-puter; I lost so many hours failing to get it to save the photos. I did what I tried yesterday, thinking how well it went then; if I do the same, it must work again. What a Dork!

During the last four hours on the computer, I just got one photo to save! And that was one of the worst I’ve ever taken.

Going to have to get things ready for the visit to the Doctors and DVT Warfarin clinic tomorrow.

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Monday Morning.
I got up at 05:00hrs and got the ablutions done. Took a poo, and it was two-tone in both ways. Started off taking agony and ages to get it moving; one giant torpedo plopped out, followed by soft, gooey Trotsky Terence splashes! A few weeny cuts shaving. I didn’t do all the medical checks, as the DVT nurse is going to check the read end in the examination later at the surgery; blood and Haemorrhoid Harold are to be tested again.

Then, there’s the RSV inoculation. I’m looking forward to walking there and back. It’s a shame I could not arrange a lift. I sorted the waste bags, made a brew, and got on the computer. I started it and did a clean-up with Ccleaner. 
That allowed me to save some outstanding photos! I’d got about nine to go on here. After saving three, it stopped again! It would not let me save those taken today to file!

Was I angry? Did I get all flustered and annoyed? Did I swear & curse at all? Well, yes!

Carer Richard arrived. He sorted the medications for me. And took the laundry down for me.
Photos from yesterday (Sunday). Just three of them!
A jar of the Golokowa meat. (Pork shank), potatoes done in the air fryer, peas done in the slow cooker, sliced tiny tomatoes yellow & red, and some extra strong mature cheddar cheese in the bowl. Spirit vinegar on the potatoes.
It was the best-tasting meal I’ve had in a long time! I’ll try to remember to stop at the deli shop on my way to the Doctor’s this morning to get some more of the meat. It was super and had lip-smackingly good meat jelly in it!
Early evening sky.

I did this blog up to here. Realising that I was going to be out for hours, I decided to send this off now before I prepped things for the surgery and clinic. It’ll be a long day, with lots of walking and hobbling, so blogging may be too challenging to get done—although, with my computer, it’s always that way!

I’m hoping the earlier warning that if the results are not good, I may be taken into the QMC immediately and will be in for a few days. I think it’ll all be down to the blood status (INR). However, my EQ tells me this will not happen, and I believe it.

I might have to leave the blog until later. See how I feel after the local anaesthetic wears off. There will probably not be time left in the day anyway. 14:00hrs, examination, then the procedures, then getting home again… home? I mean back to my cell… no, flat! Hehehe! 

Keep Safe Out There, Folks!
TTFN.