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WEDNESDAY 12th AUGUST 2026
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Pouch to pot, Porcelain Throne. Comp pn, update checks. Took ages to get it to reload; no idea what I was doing.
Carer Ejaz was a great help this morning. A good lad.
Prepped things for hospital visit. Mirza escorted me, although I said I’d go alone to save money. Glad he did, really. Painful drive there, pleasant assessment, lovely Laurie. Mirza contributed with things I’d forgotten about during the Q&A sessions. 
The lift home was even more painful. The trouble being my bus trip yesterday, and the two today, played havok with my bruised coccyx.
Got back to the flat; Mirza helped me up, and had to shoot off to his next client. A great lad, Mirza is.
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Took some snaps…



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Prepped a meal of the day and got the computer on, but did nothing. Matron arrived, and we had a Q&A session. I mentioned the coccyx being so sore. And Matron took a look at that and my bum. Said the coccyx was really sore-looking, and she applied some barrier cream to it. Leaving a note on the packet for the Carers to see, who, in the morning, didn’t even notice the writing on the outer box of barrier cream. 
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I started to update the well-behind blog from the day before. But fatigue took hold, and I decided to get the meal of the day done. That turned out to be a bit farcical. 🥱
Amongst the dropped items that had to be retrieved,  thrown away and/or cleaned were: The cock-pot, a spoon,  a spreading knife, and a sharp knife and the fork
(three times!) To round these off, after taking this poor-quality snap of the trayed meal, I dropped that, then the walking stick, and hit my head on the counter edge, automatically bending to salvage some of the food!
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Once I’d regathered the slop of a mixture back onto the tray, I had to clean the floor so I didn’t slip on it; the nosh was all cold and messy; the urge & hunger for it left me. Ended up all depressed, and had some cheese biscuits, crisps, fish sticks and an ice cream cornet.
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