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I was woken by Rib-Pains-Rupert, and this made me lie there worrying about whether I will get the Morphine tablets replaced, on the prescriptions. Knowing I only had two left put me in a not-good place mentally. These OxyContin are the first painkillers they gave me that countered the pain from the knee, back, shoulder and whatever it was in the rib cage that was giving me such sharp surges of pain this morning. Nothing would ease the pains before these. Definitely, they were working and easing the agony. I fear they will not be a regular pain medication, due to all the side effects. I can just cope so much better with these. I dread the thought of them taking them off me, after several days of inner joy at so much less pain to cope with. I can’t get through to the Doctor by email, get to the surgery, or use the telephone… When I tried, I had to go through the AI Robot’s questions and was told that they do not accept prescription inquiries over the phone. I would have waited to be put through, in hope of getting advice about the tablets, but the last time I was put through to a semi-human, Customer Activator or whatever the snob-bag is called, he cut me off when I was struggling to get my words out. Someone claimed that Herr Starmer is cutting their allowance for email and telephone usage? Can you imagine that the country’s biggest liar and Prime Minister, Herr Starmer, would, like I did on my last visit, leave me in a corridor for hours before seeing a Doctor? Then, after being moved to the City Hospital, I had to wait in a cold room for nine hours for a lift home. Sorry about that veering off the subject, but my ever-increasing hatred for back-hander-taking, farmer & pensioner-hating, ex-Barrister and Faux Prime Minister, Sir Keir Rodney Starmer, just got to me.

I forced myself out of bed, took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch, and went back to the front room. I then started worrying, will I ever get caught up with my blogging? (Answer, No!) But I had no time to blog, as Carer Mizra is taking me to Sherwood this afternoon for some shopping. I needed to make a list of things I needed to take with me so someone could help me put on my socks and clothes. I decided to get the cleaning up done first. Waste bins, pots to wash, and me to wash, etc.
I took a second shot, this time of the kitchen, and felt appreciation for Jenny’s help sorting out yesterday’s calamity, then went to take a shot of
the morning view… But, No! The batteries had run out, and I also noted that the kitchen clock battery had run out. I thought I’d better get the Health Checks done next.
Not only was this BP session the worst in many a month, but I tried to take the BP levels again later to see if it had come down… the 4 AA batteries in the sphygmomanometer had run flat. I wondered if this was really happening, or if I was in a seizure or dreaming and still in bed. Hehe! When it came to taking the temperature, yes, this really did happen: the battery in the ear thermometer had run out!

Carer Ejaz arrived and asked if he could use my internet number & code to top up his mobile. We could not find the details. Ejaz went through the Virgin folder, every sheet, and there were dozens of them. I searched through my reminder book, but without any luck. I asked him if he had a Helpline available; he tried that, and we were both over the moon when he got it done. I think, in our excitement, I jumped up to dance with him in celebration. Stupid idea. Now the ribs and right shoulder are kicking off again. Haha!

On his next call, I asked Ejaz to put the long Kaghoule, outside shoes on for me, to make things quicker when Carer Mizra came to take me shopping. He did a full-body check, barrier-cramming all areas in need, and there were a few. Phorpain gelled shoulder and back. Put some Germolene on my face and head injuries. Then changed my socks for me and foamed and sprayed under the toes as he put on new socks for me. 

I felt there was time to have a bash at the blog after all. Oh, Dearie me. Google and CorelDraw were both acting up again, and started asking me to sign in each time I used them. I gave up. Went on the first call of the day to the wet room. Oh, heck! I hope things don’t start while I’m out shopping… I dread the thought.
As the time approached for Mizra to arrive, I checked the list of things needed and added AA & AAA batteries. I forgot to take the dead battery from the ear thermometer with me. Hey-Ho!

I was taking out the SD Card from the Kodak-Tim-2  camera, and the card fell to bits. Huh, have to add one to the shopping list!

Mizra was pleased I’d got so much done already, so we could avoid missing the bus. He got my big coat on me, and we hurried, I was playing catch-up (all day as it happens), to the bus stop. I showed him a quicker route through Windwood and Winchester blocks,
We arrived at the bus shelter, and of course, I could not take any pictures until I’d bought the batteries. Mizra had left his bus pass in the flat, so I gave him the swipe and keys, and he nipped back to collect them. He was back in time to catch the bus.
The short bus ride down the hill to Mansfield Road was a bit painful, as I had to sit on a side-saddle seat with the walker. But this time I got off the bus without falling over. Hahaha! We hastened down to the computer shop. I bought a new reminder notepad.
The batteries and a new SD Card. 
Out and across the pedestrian crossing to Ozans Continental store. Where I bought: Lemon Wafers, some Croissants, pickled beetroots, brown tomatoes, one extra-large potato, chicken pieces, Sokolow sausages, Boze Okopcony Paskyck (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. Snap taken, not by me, of Mansfield Road. Looking up the hill, after just leaving the food store.

Another at the Junction of Mansfield Road and Winchester Street Hill.
We walked up to the Co-op store to use the machine to get some money, so I could pay for the toenail cutter and Window cleaner. Then up to the top bus shelter, I’m chasing behind Mirza, cause I can’t walk as fast as him. When we reached the bus shelter, where I’d had a seizure and walked into the traffic, it made me a little nervous. With Mizra walking ahead to encourage me to speed up, it meant that if I did it again, this time a Carer would see me going into the traffic. Luckily, when I did do this a few months ago, I was pulled back before walking slowly and calmly in front of a bus. At this bus stop, I borrowed the camera to take a shot of the darkening clouds that caught my attention as I was sitting waiting for the 40 bus to arrive. 
As I was taking the picture, a bus pulled in. I may not have caught the clouds, but I caught the bus’s weird logo on the side of it. 🤗
Not to be defeated, I tried to get a snap of the clouds again. Not a bad effort considering the sudden darkness, which dissipated in a minute, and the sun returned brightly. We mounted the bus and were off on the way back up the fierce Winchester Street Hill. How I kept my bum on the tiny side-saddle seat was amazing. Haha!

Back to the flats, through the corridors to the lifts in the end Woodthorpe Court block. I was doing my best to keep up with Mizra, but got further behind, my chest wheezing now. I could see he was anxious to get to his next call on time. We got inside the cell… I mean flat,
Used Kodak 1 to take this shot of the computer desk and my ‘Cool’, clock, calendar thingamagig. Looking forward to getting Kodak-Tim-2 up and working again. Mizra asked if he could put the food away for me, but I said thanks for the offer, but I don’t want you to miss your bus to your next client. I have two nice men, Carers in Ejaz and Mizra. Both nice lads. I’ll mention anyone else.

I gave the razor a trial to see if it was still working after dropping it yesterday, and it ended up in four pieces. Carer Radhid had got it back together.
Opening the SD card’s box was a job, and I thought I heard something fall out of the casing. I was doing this over a drawer, but could see nothing in there. Mind you, it is a rubbish-filled drawer. Then I tried to get the SD card into the camera. A message showed each time I inserted it, and I had many goes at it: ‘Faulty Card’. Reformat it? Reformatting it will lose all the photos. Or turn off. I kept trying, without any luck. For so long, Carer Ejaz came on his next visit. I resigned myself to going to the Computer shop again next Saturday for guidance. Ejaz issued medications and did his report on his mobile. I had an epiphany of sorts. I recalled the noise of something dropping in the drawer when I opened the SD plastic thingy. I checked the card, and it seemed to have a wide gap in its lower end… Aha! Thought: something was brewing in my mind… and I then reclaimed a memory from years ago. I felt the old SDs needed a tiny one sticking in it; I was getting surer of this. When Ejaz had finished on his mobile, he came to have a look at the card and camera. So I went into the kitchen and had a deeper look in the drawer. I emptied out the things, and eventually found a miniature plastic sort of SD card in there. I returned to the Kodak-Tim-2, and sure enough, the mini card fitted into the bottom of the main one. Getting excited now! I inserted them and, low & behold, the SD card didn’t need formatting, and it worked! I wondered, surely it must be a few-year-old card that needs two pieces?Nevertheless, it worked ! I’d actually worked it out and mended a problem! On my own! I was feeling a smidge proud of myself.

Ejaz left, and I went to close the kitchenette drawer, and Nizra had put the food away anyway, bless him. So I searched around and took a photograph, just to show off, Hahaha! I couldn’t find the jar of beetroot, the large potato, or the Croissants, but I found Sokolow chicken sausages, Boze Okonkowy Paski (Smoked Bacon), and cheese triangles. I must get the lemon wafers and Ferraro-Rocher to Jenny & Frank tomorrow. A little late to bother them now. I took this snap earlier, but forgot to put it on. darkening clouds. But still beautiful to me.
I had the idea of looking in all the crannies on a glass-detecting plan. I’d done the far end, finding and bagging some, and I got the long picker-upperers into the kitchen. As I was bending down to get between the woodwork and the no-longer-working stove, I lost my balance. I didn’t go all the way over, but trod on my picker-upperer, and a section fell out. My own fault for bending, what a plonker I am!

Carer Mizra did the late call. He issued the painkillers, but no morphine tablets were left. I bet you, I’ll suffer in the morning. (I did too!) I was beginning to get tired from the rushed walking I’d done, and Fractured-Knee-Frank was kicking in. Mizra did not need to do the meal; I told him I’d got it all planned. He did spread some cheese & no-butter butter sarnies for me, before departing. Bless him. Bade him farewell and thanked him for today’s help. Then got an inspiration to get some Hoovering done.
I emptied the box and put the Hoover on the recliner… I’d gone again.

was back. (and boy was he in the morning, this was just the start of his mind-bending onslaught, Saturday morning was much worse). 
Compared to the morning’s episodes, this was nothing, but it seemed so at the time.
WEIRD! I seemed to have been transported, without any knowledge about it, eerie! To the wetroom, and I was sitting on the toilet with all my gear on. Finding a packet of crisps that had been burst open in my dressing gown pocket? But no crumbs on the wet room floor or my clothes? I genuinely struggled to grasp what was going on. I did not panic, although I was confused.
After a few minutes of trying and failing to know how or why, I was sitting here, as I gently stood up, there was no upsurge of agic reflux, so I don’t think I had a seizure. Then I saw that I’d taken three walking sticks into the wet room with me. Four-Pronged Walter & Willy, and Wooden Stick Stephan. How, why… 
Then I had a sense that I might have been wandering around and left a tap running or the stove on, so I returned two sticks to the main room and checked the kitchen. All looked fine. Then I hobbled along the mini hallway to the door, and all seemed the same. As I was on my way back… Unbelievable, the vacuum was there in the hallway on charge? 
I went to the bed where I thought I’d left it, all looked usual in the main room, apart from the computer, which had been turned off. Had I been hallucinating? I eventually became aware that I felt zonked out,  intoxicated. I still managed to make a meal; the bread that Mizra had spread for me was quite hard. Had I visited La-La Land again? No, I vaguely recall eating this, and also washing the dishes and cutlery this morning… then again, do I, or has my ever-running waffling mind convinced me of this?

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