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alternating their visits, seemingly at random. I think they may have been listening to and responding to the desires of my
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05:30hrs, I rose gingerly, did the balance exercises, made the bed and noticed how little urine was in the bag. A good colour, though. 
Kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window. Not a good one, but there you are. I done my bestest. was shuddering away again. She’s getting more painful each time. Sported the waste bags into one. Had a wash, and Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a body check, Phorpained the shoulder and lower back and issued the medications. I asked him to pick up the things I’d dropped in the kitchen that I couldn’t safely retrieve. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and a delivery arrived.
Red potatoes, red onions, fishsticks, ice cream cornets, beetroots, tomatoes, and iced coffee for the Nurses and Carers.
Thick-sliced white bread, shredded and sliced Leicester cheese. (Planning on having baked cheesy spuds and red onions for nosh tonight) Biscuits and snacks put with the already large stack I have of them in the other room. 
Off to the wetroom, hobbling hastily, thinking that a Trotsky Terence evacuation was due. I was wrong. Twenty minutes or so later, I’d freed the moulded together solid mass of peanut-sized, rock-hard pebbles.
I’m not sure why I took this photograph. I imagine that something witty came to mind, and I snapped it, thinking I’d remember what it was about when I saw it on the SD card. 
What a hopeful person I am.
Then the mind-blanks started. I’ve not been affected by these for a long time. They erased most of the afternoon’s memories, but I found these photos on the SD card. Sorry if they are from the, or for, the wrong day. It seems the mist had dropped again.
Then, I got a phone call from the QMC hospital. Thinking at first that it might be the EENT wing, to advise me of an appointment being made to have the Glaucoma or the Cataract treated. Or even more miraculously, the Neurology Department. To tell me an appointment has been made to investigate the seizures. Just perhaps it may be the bloke who told me that my Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment is treatable and placed me on the waiting list to be seen. 2003, that was. But No.

Took this shot while the Carer was here at about 20:00hrs. I forgot to ask him to take my socks off for me, so I could have a shower and a lather in the morning. But I forgot to ask. I suppose was laughing in the background along with Paul.

I got the cheesy spuds started. Spuds in the oven. Did some blogging for an hour, and then took out the spuds to cut them in half. Sliced the flesh inside the husks, sprinkled some salt & black pepper on them… In the meantime, Carer Ejaz arrived.
He helped with the spud creation, and we added Leicester cheese slices on top of each half-spud.
Got them back in the oven to crisp the cheese, and Ejaz gave the one tablet needed. Ezetimibe. Reluctantly I took it. I had been refusing it due to all the sleep problems. But I did take it this time. Fingers crossed. Ejaz trotted off, and I cleared up, saving stuff on the computer, and went to check the spuds. They were ready, so I closed the computer after cleaning it and made this meal. Wonderful!
Heck of a job cleaning the pan and tray.

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