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Yesterday’s Nosh Wot I Forgot To Add
Pretend Fish Sticks: Soft on the teggies, nice and sweet, easy to eat. Crafted Blue Stilton Cheese: Terribly disappointing lack of bite! Tsk! Pickled Beetroot: Sarnies: Made up got me by Carer Mizra. No butter butter, and soft goats cheese… tastier than the Stilton was! On Milk Roll sliced bread. Tasty!
Followed by a pot of Orange jelly, with a couple of pieces of mandarin in it. Again, tasty! Some tomato ketchup to dip the cheese sarnies in.
A Worthy Score of 8/10.
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The day was littered with mistakes, harassments, failures, high blood oxygen & count levels. I have no choice but to miss out on many of the incidents; there were that many, and I just ran out of time again. I’ll try to keep the good, the bad and the ugly in. Haha! And do my best just to tell how it was without moaning.
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I woke up, hanging part wat out of the bed, the bedding looking like it has exploded, and all twisted, some on the floor, and believe it or not, some over the top of the door. Puzzled? I was, too! I disentangled myself from the covers, and felt the need for the Porcelain Throne coming on as I got my feet on the floor… well, on some more quilts on the floor.
I made my way to the wet room, again with the ncturnal catheter bag being dragged along behind. No time to sort the bag out, though; for the evacuation began to flow… this time I was so lucky. Firstly, it was a Trotsky Terrence flood that escaped involuntarily and too soon. I was not in the seat nor even over it when the torrent splattered out from my rear end. Has to clean the floor, WC, floor cabinet, my legs and feet, and the stink was almost dangerous to one’s health. By the time I was putting the gown in the sink to hand-wash and disinfect it, I was tired and in pain from bending and stretching to do the cleanup. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Back-Pain-Brenda, and oddly, Toothache Tiffany were the main pain-givers. I’d done all this with the nocturnal pouch still attached. But Lost-Balance Belinda was not too bad at all, considering.

Along came Carer Dilon. I asked for the back and shoulders to be Phorpain-Gelled. No reply, he just did them. Then we searched for the glasses again. Dilan likes a good ferret and a rummage around, Hehe. But we failed to find them. I had to do the alert alarm battery check, putting on Dilan so he might remember next week. He was getting ready to leave when the District Nurse arrived. She had come to check on my Catheter Contraption, Fractured Knee Frank, my right leg’s Lymphorrea Leslie, and my testicles and bottom.
She was not happy with the state of the day pouch.
Two pretty views from the kitchenette window were snapped.

Getting the computer to open Google took three tries today. I fear the worst.

Then I started another search for my warm red socks. Every room was searched, including the hallway. Naturally, they didn’t come to light. Tsk!

Carer Mizra called, so glad to see him come, as well. A caring lad,
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