Day: 1 October 2025

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Not a good day. So not much of a blog, sorry.
I took some photographs, which may help me remember things. A few notes to use from early on, before the mayhem began.
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07:15 I woke up and went to the Porcelain Throne. 
0735 hours: I was still battling Constipation Conrad, and Carer Ejaz arrived. Ejaz did another good job for me. He foamed the legs and ankles. Then Phorpain gelled the Arthur Itis-suffering knees, both painful Cartilages, of Chloe and Carol. Then, we carried out the Health Checks and recorded the results.

I took a snap of the end car park and the front car parks from the balcony.
Taking the first one through the glass, so it was not a good one. For the front one, I opened a window to take it. Trapped my finger closing the window mechanism.

Made a small mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and updated the clock calendar. The hearing aids are working again!

I pretended to tidy up the Carer’s desk with quite a few nibbles and medications scattered around. 

Then, my most beloved DVT Warfarin nurse, Hristina, came to see me. Sadly, with confirmation that she will no longer be calling on me. Sob! Krudnuts! I could have cried. She’s called in to tell me this devastating news and give me two bottles of Krakus concentrated beetroot borscht. Bess her! The NHS have hired a private firm to take the blood now, and tomorrow will be their first call. A depression should have arrived then by rights and circumstances, but the kind thought of her coming to let me know herself, and with the wonderful gifts, it was weirdly only that appeared. Odd, that.

After her final farewell, I gave her a kiss; she didn’t object, just thanked me, and a smile blossomed on her face. This smile will not be forgotten, nor will Hristina. 🤎 I got the feeling of guilt for trying to sink me, but couldn’t. Although, of course, when the sad news dropped into my brain, DDDD took over.

As soon as I realised I’d made a muck-up when the Morrison food order for next Tuesday… arrived!
Now I was sinking fast!

Food.

After this was put away, a bit of self-lambasting was issued. Curses etc… The return of the mini-seizures arrived. After every one of them, it took me ages to come around, to reconcentrate, lose the shakes. Still, they have been kind to me since I got back from the hospital, I must say… until today. Hahaha!

I think I may have got things wrong, missed off or repeated… the wrong day, or the bad timing. Can’t cope very well today. The seizures, although extra-mini in length, are a devil to recover from… and I had plenty of practice today and night.

Good Luck in Love & Money

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