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I was up all day yesterday and all night last night!
I put this down to whatever it was they injected and gave me to drink at the hospital. Whatever they were, I liked ’em! Now if only High-Mood-Horis can join me, I’ll be okey-dokey! Hahaha! I’ll probably suddenly sink and fall asleep soon. I got a lot done in catching up on the blogs for once. I loved it.
I was washing the pots when Carer Ejaz arrived – at last the medication looked right. More than I have been given over the Last few mornings. Great! He did the first full-body check since his previous visit. Told Ejaz about the hospital hiccup yesterday. He listens and remembers to remind me about things, bless him.
Then I was off to the Porcelain Throne… Oh, dearie me… # I did it again! I didn’t make it in time. I’ve had worse scenarios than this one, but not for a while. The cleaning and freshening up took me ages. And yet, as these Throne failures usually have me cursing, self-lambasting, and feeling sorry for myself all at once, this morning I felt only a few mild curses, a flutter of frustration, and a little guilt! The floor, pants, furniture, and my legs were all affected by the sudden, early burst out, spraying all over.
It took a snap from the kitchen window.
I still think whatever they did in the QMC has calmed me down considerably. I wish I could find out what they were and buy some for myself. I imagine they had a stronger effect on me than cannibals would.
Ah, no, that should have been cannabis, I think.
Then found these on the right on Kodak Tim 2’s card. That may have been from another day, maybe? Or have I already put them on another blog? Or did I take them later tonight and forget I’d done so?

I turned on the news and the computer to finish the last of Thursday’s blog.
Birmingham rubbish collections still suffer from their problems.
I haven’t posted it yet, but I thought I’d get this started now, just in case I forget anything. (As if I would…Hehehe!) Then I got back on the computer.

My favourite nurse called to check on my arm and leg. The leg is fine, no need for any patches, and the arm is itching, so I knew it was improving. She put an unmedicated plaster on, cause there were a few congealed bits that, if I caught, might bother. 💖

caught me out. I looked at the Ocado order, thinking it was due at the usual time of 8>9. But after a little worrying, this being 09:35hrs, I realised the order was for 20:00> 21:00hrs. But I still took this all calmly. How have I been going without sleep for so long without feeling tired? (What the heck did they give me yesterday [thankfully]. I want some more… I’ll be having withdrawal symptoms when they wear off.) I anticipate a lowering of resistance and falling asleep when the effects wear off!
Back to posting the blog.

Carer Ejaz looked after me today with three calls. Always gives me confidence when he visits.

The nail-cutting gal arrived. Took the payment from my coat pocket as I asked the gal to. As she was about to put the leg strappings and undersocks back on my feet, she realised that the left leg strappings had wee-wee on them, and the slipper as well. Christ-In-Heaven-Help-Me, I’d somehow failed to close the release valve when I emptied it. I was self-angry, but still not as much as I would have been if I’d not been given whatever it was at the hospital… but the calmness was fading, and fast. I knew I was on my way back to getting annoyed with all the things going wrong again. (And progressively did!) A damned shame! Turned off the computer.

I made an earlier-than-usual meal of sorts. Ready-made roast potato skins with cheese, adding a dollop of Leicester cheese on top of each potato. Ate it, and was overcome with instant tiredness.

The Ocado delivery arrived. I sorted out the comestibles, which took me a surprisingly long time. Not that it mattered. I’m so far behind. I don’t think it will save me any time not doing it. Is that right? The selection of foods gathered for a fashion parade photo. Smoked streaky bacon. No-butter butter. A Pork Farms Pork Pie. The Apache potatoes. And a pineapple-flavoured soda water (one of 12 purchased)

Another farce! I got a text from someone with no information about what it was, other than “MMS”. A link, which I cannot use on my prehistoric mobile phone for old folk. Wonder what it was?

I took the growths off of some red spuds I had, and got them in the oven to cook slowly. This makes the skins/jackets of red potatoes seem thicker, and when I dollop on the gorgeous-tasting no-butter butter when serving up, it does not run away; the skins contain it and thus taste extra special. The blue Stilton cheese, although like many things has lost much of its taste, was compensated for with the addition of some mushroom ketchup with a drop of good-quality light soy sauce. These two ingredients go very well together and add flavour to Irish and/or vegetable Stews, even soups.
(No charge for these culinary tips, by the way… Hehehe).

A photograph found on the old SD card. I used this once in the last few days. Sorry if I’ve already used it. Looks like the sun is shining toward the end of the car park.

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Horis returned towards the end of the day, just as the effects of whatever drugs I’d had were sadly wearing off. One high was replaced with another, but a guiltier one that brings him on his visits, with the uncomfortable-making .

Keep well, Take care & TTFN.

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