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Tomorrow’s disastrous afternoon left me with 5 hours with a leaking fungal lesion, urine-covered, swollen feet, wet carpet, Kaghoule, pants, waiting for the nurse to arrive and save the day. And she did, bless her. New Catheter Contraption fitted with minimal pain. 🙏🏻🌸🧡 So, I couldn’t make a start on this until 17:30hrs. Have I got you guessing what the Whoopsiedangleplop was?
Without Jenny, I’d be even more lost.
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Order arrived…
With Catheter,
Morning mini-puffer
cloud pictures.
The Catheter went potty today. By At 
13:00hrs, it had filled the day bag
15 times. The afternoon? Just three.
All a part of the mysteries and bad
luck inhabiting of Woodthorpe Court,
with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai,
phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae,
extraterrestrials, spirits, ectoplasms,
Receptive Aphasia, Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia,  Episodic and ataxia, Ménière’s
disease, Fractured Knee Frank, and
Dark, Deep, Dark, Depressing Darius. With
Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying,
Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, the damned seizures, or Fata Morganas sent to taunt, irk,
terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality… on the brink.
Mystery photo taken. Hehe!

Looking towards the City and,
The Doctor’s surgery that we were
just arriving at Sherrington Park.
A Carer originally told me that an appointment had been made for me to have the swollen legs investigated.
At Elmswood Gardens Health Centre.
Then it changed to the Doctor in Carrington.
The Carers arranged a lift there, and we got two buses back to Sherwood and up Winchester Street Hill and to the flat. 
In the Doctors
We were dropped off in the car park by another Carer.
Very kind of them and he. Carer entered with me, and we used the electric machine to sign in. But, it wasn’t having it. The receptionist logged us in. Carer jeard my name being called, and I made my way to Dr Vindla’s room… Then we realised the appointment was not with the Doctor, but with the nurse, so we went to her room.
The nurse checked out the swollen legs, feet, and toes. At this point, the Doctor, in her going-home clothes, came in. She will electronically send a prescription for some Furosemide. To counter the retained waters. Explaining that it is a risky balance, putting me back on them. They may reduce water intake, but can often increase cholesterol levels. Two weeks’ supply, then we’ll see how things are.
Then to the bus stop. The lightning Carer left me in his wake. Luckily, I didn’t have a seizure or tumble.

Caught a bus in Sherwood, the Care shooting off way in front again. Well, he’s worried about being late.
He suggested I pay for a taxi next time. I can’t believe he forgot about my knees.

Now I have a bigger stock of Spring Water
All tired up, first, and the second delivery.
Soda water
2-litre Spring.

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