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An awakening with a difference. In order, I think: I looked at the nocturnal pouch, and it had not leaked overnight. As it had done for the previous three nights. Detached it from the day bag, and caught a glimpse of my ginormous man-breasts and chest. Not a pretty sight. What had happened, I had no foggiest notion of. I’ll take a closer look when I get a wash & shave later on in the day.
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Morning view
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Struggling with my eyesight.
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I dropped some dried milk onto the carpet.
Dropped the hoover,
Caught my arm wound against the edge.
Hoovered the mini-hallway.
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Found the photo of how the new hooked Catheter looked the following morning. The array pad, which I was told not to take off, fell off the following morning.
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Time has gone again, lost. Did a lot on Ejaz’s visit. He got the washing in the laundry room. Helped me wash and medicated all areas in need, got my PPs on for me.
Next Carer to collect the laundry from the dryer. Ejaz wrote on the mobile to remind him.
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Carer arrived, but did not collect the laundry. Asked him to fetch it up. It was squashed in the bag, creasing things, screwing the slippers. I then had to ask him to hang them up for me. Which he did. I’m not in a good place.
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I was soon feeling low again, and had no interest in eating yet. I may not bother. I was making up a list of things to ask and tell the Social Worker, who I hope is calling tomorrow sometime; Sister Jane rang. I should have appreciated this, but I didn’t. I felt terrible; I’ve never felt lower than I do now, in my life. And can’t help it.
The worry of the last gasp with the Social Lady is wearing me down, maybe. The bit of news I’ve gleaned about getting into a home is not encouraging. The bank situation and my bank balance are the lowest they’ve been since 1964. 
I will be forced to cancel the Carers if something isn’t corrected soon. Managing without them will be hard, but it’s the only option. Just when Ejaz and Mirza are beginning to service me again. Both lovely Caring lads.
But I have no option. Unless the Social Lady can find some miraculous help for me. 
It’s 19:17hours as I type this.
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Last Carer, I understand it is not to my Ejaz or Mirza; it is due shortly. I’m not interested in food, but I’ve done some boiled spuds. I’ll eat them for my meal and try to eat them. I’ll see what’s in the cupboard. 
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Back in the morning, Cheers.
I’m back.
Late morning now, a lot to get done and sorted today (Fri).
Social Lady to arrive.
Foot Lady to arrive.
May not get a blog done.
Toothache, arthritis and coccyx bad.
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A bit blotchy?
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