– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I lay there on the floor, as my head bled…
Or to sound more clever, it exsanguinated,
An alarm went off earlier,
Could it be an intruder?
I informed control, & went for a gander…
Back-up should arrive later,
It was 22:00 hours and getting darker,
RT & torch in hand, to check the test centre,
I climbed the stairs to search for an intruder,
I lay there on the floor, as my head bled…
I thought I’d been assaulted…  
But I’d fallen into a rain puddle… 
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

05:30hrs: I was woken by Who I felt was trying to detach my head from my body. Within seconds of waking up, he gave up trying, and then I had the attention of
to contend with. This made removing the nocturnal catheter bag risky and required great care. But, no 
were suffered.

I was really looking forward to a shower in the morning. I’ll ask Ejaz to take of the undersocks and leg strappings for me tonight. But made do with a stand-up wash with my feet in a bowl of water this morning’s session… which caused unexpected (or where were they really?) problems.  
I got my legs in the anticepticated hot water in the bowl, and started brushing my teeth, after a quick prayer to the tooth fairy in hopes of avoiding any hassle from . 
As gently as I could, I found and brushed the few teeth I had left. I had to have an ; I’d not had one for eight hours.I dropped the toothbrush. Which bounced of the edge of the sink and fell on the floor.
This is a good example of why I shouldn’t get angry with myself when I start dropping things. I bent down and moved my left foot to balance myself… This is the moment that I realised my feet were in the bowl on the floor! But they’re not now. 
Cleaning the floor kicked off  ,  and . 
So much for getting up early to try & catch up.
It took me yonks to get things cleaned up!
I think I’d been in there for an hour and all I’d done was cleaned my teeth and the floor, although I did stop to take some painkillers towards the end of the cleaning session; I had to finish the ablutions yet!
Next, a spitting and cursing shave was done. No cuts though! I’d calmed down after taking a break and taking this photo of the morning view. I took one of the sky as well. But it seemed to come out so differently coloured from what my eyes saw when taking it? Perhaps I was still annoyed?
On with the ablutionisationing tale…
A good body-scrub done, then onto the wetroom medications. Pain-gelling first.
Both knees, and where I could reach on my back. Then on to the Barrier Creaming. Under arms, under my man-breasts, between the top of the legs, and my lower private parts were done. I’ll ask Carer Nimra to do the knees, ankles and feet for me with the foam and emollients in the morning, before she puts on the feet undersocks and strappings. I’d be lost without the Carers.

I very carefully Germolened the extra sensitive lower regions, both of them. The right one keeps changing size?

Next, another delicate operation, but oh, it so cooled down the stinging! I almost started singing for joy at the relief.

, and used the nasal sprays. Got the Ophthalmic eyedrops in. The usual performance again. I’m sure I missed more than I got in the eyes. The liquid runs down the cheek, so I have to shut my lips in case any trickles into the mouth. It did once, and it was not nice.

I got carried away with recreating the Word List. Heartbreaking that dozens of heavy files were lost. Grrr! So annoying that I can’t get to the old ones to use now. Whatever I did wrong, I proved my idiocy and inability to cope!

I went into seizure, and after coming around, and giving it plenty of time before moving or doing anything, I went to make my first brew of the day, at 1930hrs! The shades of winter with the dark days depressed me more than a smidge. At least while I was out of it, I did nothing on the computer that would make a mess or cause me of lose things.

The ready-made Parselt Box meals arrived. I bought a few of the faggot and mashed potatoes in gravy ones, they were on offer.
Back to the computer, and instead of updating this blog, I wasted hours trying to find the lost files.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
 “Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something” (Plato).
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Kitchen window photographs, taken late on. First, to the right; the second, to the left. It seemed to be getting lighter? It may be me getting tired, or is there a slight possibility that I may have made a bit of a grammatical error, a and put them in the wrong order? This is not out of the ordinary.

Is still playing me up from this morning’s enforced genuflectioning.

Ejaz says he will attempt to get the email address tomorrow. And help me work out how to send the seizure photo to the Doctor. He’s a good lad!

Got my faggots, potatoes & gravy meal ready, and took a snap of it. Well, I thought I did. But I couldn’t find it on either the SD card or the internal memory. Again! Another lost snap!

Many things happen nowadays, due to my lack of percipience, acuity, cognisance, or else possibly ? There are plenty of suspected ailments that could have brought about this sad state that I find myself in. 
What brought about this sudden depression? Something that should have cheered me up!
I was searching for another lost snap of this morning’s piccy of the microwave. Could I find it? Well, No!
However, I did come to the lost photo of my faggot-meal! It was straight in front of me on Kodak Tim’s SD card! I must have checked it at least three times already. But, there it was, almost mocking me! I’d love to know two things about this cock-up… How did I miss it so many times? And which ailment or mixture of ailments can I blame? Hahaha!
Here is the snap!
This took me back to my anklesnapping days. Faggots, 3d – (1½p) (Tom Sanderson, Arkwright Street) for six in those days, were a part of the luxury dining in our house!  
Which brings to mind a Sunday, so many years ago (sorry if I’ve mentioned this before), I’d just finished a morning paper-round, and when I got home, no one was there. But, a note on the newspaper-covered table read, “Back later, dinner on (kitchen) draining board.” So I investigated… I found a chipped enamel pudding bowl with two Oxo cubes in it. I even laughed about it, until I realised the gas had run out, and I had no pennies for the meter to boil the water. 
Hours later, when Dad got home from his Sunday shift wheel-tapping, he sent me to the chippy for a bag of chips for us to share and put some money in the gas meter so we could make a brew of tea.
By gum, we lived well!

I’ve lost the storyline now. Oh, yes…
The last snap of the day!
I washed up what few pots there were. I settled into the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner to watch an episode of my favourite, ‘Heartbeat’, on the TV, and swiftly fell asleep! For about three minutes, when the . Ejaz. I asked him to take the leggings and under-socks off on this last call, so I can enjoy a shower on Wednesday morning. There I go again, making plans. When will I ever learn?
🎵 Where have all the flowers gone? 🎵

= = = = = = = =
TTFNski!
= = = = = = = =