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A FEW WORDS PROLEGOMENOUSLY
I managed six hours of sleep! But it came in fits and starts. Just one seizure that put an end to any clarity of thought for a good while; then it was the return of pains from my Coccyx. The cause remains a mystery. If I’d been shaking during the seizure, or even had a tremendously rare wandering unknowingly about seizure, this could account for the agony from my back when I decided to give up on sleep and voluntarily moved; It could also account for why, when I woke up, I found a wound on my right inner knee. It looked fresh and damp, and was very tender to the touch. I made up my mind not to be a whimp over a few aches and pains, and planned to check the kitchen safety-wise, make a brew of Glenfettie or 99 teabags, and get in the wetroom after drinking it, for a good sink-side scrub-up and shave.
I went into the kitchen and found I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running stone-cold water! After a lengthy self-cursing session, I got seated on the Porcelain Throne. Solid mini torpedoes, but far fewer of them this time. Don’t think I needed a Senna tablet, in case it prompts the usual conspitation/trots routine to return.
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I got on the computer to catch up on my blogging. I did a decent job over the day, but I’m still miles behind on blogging and have no time for WP reading or reading and replying to comments. I don’t care how late I have to stay up; I’ll do my bestest.
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Carer edifiedless Edward arrived. I talked him into Phorpain-gelling my back & shoulders. Then getting my socks fitted. He spotted the knee injury and took some photographs of the battered-looking state of my 
poor-pins.
The wound, well, the injury, well, the scrape, along with a few I must have got when I did whatever I did to get them. Seeing the photos, I was a smidgeon surprised at how 
bad they looked. I’ll send the snaps of my rough-looking legs to the District Nurses. But only if it gives me a lot of bother. (It didn’t; it eased later on. (Humorous) Have you seen my pins? My rough-looking, uncoordinated, ungainly, pot-marked legs; that hang hidden, mostly unseen by me, beneath my morbidly & clinically obese, elephantine, flabby, doing-doing… well, on the plump side, indeed gargantuan, Brobdingnagian belly. I had to pull the mass up for him to take the snaps. Hehe!
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Brighter colour wee-wee this afternoon.
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Computer troubles…
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At last, a decent new meal from Parsley-Box.
Lamb Casserole; Nice. I had to add some flavour, so I added a tin of garden peas and chopped-up water chestnuts to the mix. Then, the last of the carrots.
Oh, and some pickled red cabbage from a jar.
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Or as I wrote it later, forgetting I’d done the above…
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Lamb casserole ready-made meal. To which I added a can of peas, water chestnuts, carrots, pickled red cabbage and some small, boiled potatoes. With bread at hand to dip, of course. Getting late now. Tired, weary & hungry. Food delivery in the morning, another cock-up. I thought I’d ordered it for Saturday 10th, not 3rd. This can happen to anyone, anytime. (Inchie fibs!)
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