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I was well out of it today. Anne Gyna is back with a vengeance, eyes terrible, and concentration non-existent. There’s not much to report; mind blanks ensure this. I know I gave up early with catheter pains joining in and stopped blogging and taking notes.
Doing this on Thursday, when I got back from the Covid jabbing. And feeling sooo tired!
Sky.
Sky later.
Sky laterer…
Blanks Confusion & Seizures Methinks.
The thought of food brought me back (Hehehe!).
Missed the day somehow.
Chips in’t oven.
Sausages ready.
Sliced a brown baguette.
ZZZ!
Gonna be interesting if the side effects of the Covid jab tomorrow are the same as last year.
Then it’ll be MEGA ZZZ’s
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I painstakingly nudged my way out of bed and removed the catheter’s nocturnal night bag, grabbed Metal Micky, the four-pronged walking stick, and went off to the wet room to empty the pouch and use the Porcelain 
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the JS order in the kitchen that had arrived. No other details until after Marie ♥ had gone, taking the waste bags for me. I started to sort out the delivery.
This array of Kodak Tim snaps were taken; well, they were on the SD card, so they must have been. Nobody told my brain that I’d taken them at the time; and
Contrails in the oh-so-blue sky, taken from the balcony, I think, this time. In comparison to some of the later shots, these are almost serene. 
Throughout the afternoon, I spent hours and hours making the templates. But occasionally, I marked where I was up to carefully and nipped to take more shots of the fantastic sky clouds on offer from the kitchenette window, then got back to the templates. 
This one on the left is another mystery photo. It was plainly taken by accident when I was shooting the above sky shots. Was I possibly adjusting the camera at the time?
I made a meal that went down very well. I’d got two 
ready-made Cumberland Pie meals, both just out of use-by date, so I decided to cook them both, along with a Cornish vegetable pastie and peas. I buried them in shredded Leicester cheese. I cooked
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Up at 05:50hrs: The wee-wee in the nocturnal catheter pouch was a little darker than yesterday’s. Well, that’s got the essential, crucial news out of the way. I am a confused fool.
midday call, and I hope I remember then.
In need of the Throne again.
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I’d taken photos and made a right mess of the blogging, which needed much repairing and correcting. These on the left were taken in the wet room, 
Carer Marie came, returning the laundry for me and putting it away for me as well ♥.
I’m not so sure when I took this photo. 
Bootiful evening shot of the sky here. Not that I can recall taking it. Yet I can remember things from back in the 1950s with almost clarity. Mostly the things I did, got wrong and failed at, mind you.
Ah! This is my evening meal: beef pie, potato patties, and garden peas, with some ketchup and a pickle on 
the plate. 
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It was not an extraordinary sort of day, with a few intermittent happenings that were out of the ordinary. I can’t recall having a single 
, no, honestly! A carer failed to arrive for the midday checks, which was not all that unexpected; last Monday, a morning medication Carer failed to arrive. The ailments and injuries were, as usual, ever-present.
, added up to three. This seems to be the agreed count these last few days, with my brain taking over masters 
in conjunction.
For some unknown reason, the burn on the right hand of the oven rack is taking a while to stop being painful. Constipation Conrad is back in charge of the evacuations. My concentration is no worse than yesterday. Not that that’s saying much. I think Concentration Konrad is now a permanent fixture. He joins the other ailments as a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is losing its marbles?
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I think I saw a speck of blood in the bag this morning when I photo’d it. Likely, it’s just a reflection from the flash, I assumed?
Much drizzle is out there from the balcony’s right window. The usual excellent parking is available from our senior citizens on the yellow chevrons, indicating, do not park here. I’m not jealous that the drivers can still afford to own one. Or that my licence had to be surrendered due to the ailments making me unsafe on the roads. 
Har, Har! 
Boy, I’ve waffled on here! Sorry.
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Pants and slippers on again, I meandered out onto the balcony. The rain was still pouring down.
snaps. They were not very good, taken through the window glass. 
There followed an almost rapid selection of 
I caught the hand in the window closing it, right on the burn scar, which naturally made me jump away… 
dressing gown when cleaning things up. Humph!
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To the rescue again. He found the hearing aids within minutes. He’s a very good ferriter. While he was searching, he spotted some biscuits, and he had to have a packet. Hehehe! They had dropped behind the rickety 1962 G-Plan cabinet, and he retrieved them for me. Saved again! 
The evening sky kept changing hue. Well, I thought it did, anyway. Of course, what my eyes see and you may not do… 
vegetable dumpling stew… mixed, unclear and lumpy.
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rampant. I had a feel around with some kitchen towelling, and at least this time, there was only a smidgeon of bleeding. As I forced my legs from the bed, a new language was coming from my mouth. Something along the lines of; Arghhh, ug, shit, oho! sodditski”. As I was catching my balance, a 
developed. It only lasted for a few seconds but it 
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lesion is now leaking. 
This shot of the legs and nocturnal pouch I took when I was doing my ablutions shows how good the urine colouring was this morning. Do you see 
the bones sticking out on the feet? 
contribution to the morning ailments.
tea. Then, I got the computer on and faced a mammoth task.
This cost me even more time and bother. I found myself in the kitchen, cooking a microwave meal, and unconcerned at that time, I got out a baguette to go with it. I knew it was beans, and it had an odd taste—not bad, just different. I sat at the computer with the tray in a drawer and 
ate it, not all of it. But I don’t usually have a meal in the morning. Good heavens, it’s afternoon now. Investigations were needed to satisfy my own curiosity.
The rumblings and grumblings from my innards suggested that I might want to visit the wet room. So, I did!
Another turnabout in the evacuation process! A complete reversal of yesterday’s reluctant, painful, rear-end-splitting concrete torpedo! 
straw-coloured with a tinge of green, cabbage-bringing to mind, never-stopping sloppy dollop. The catheter day bag sleeve was standing up well. I’ll need a carer to do it when it needs replacing or gets 
dirtier. It is fraying at the bottom cut-out hole to accommodate the on-off valve snout. 
I tried to get the flat balconies in this shot.
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I cannot recall taking this, but I must have; it was on the SD card in order. Looking at it with the spyglass, it seemed rather shaky.
A reversal in evacuation stakes this morning.
I went back to putting on the Unisex Protection Pants today. Yesterday, the new Tena ones were a little loose, which meant Little Inchie and his lesion got scuffed a few times. Not that the pain bothers me. Oh, no! 
I got the 
out of the pouch holder relatively quickly. Mainly because it was so full, which helped.
I ripped the side of the leg bag getting it back on. I also knocked the burn scar on the right hand from the oven-singeing against the grab bar, the skin broke, and blood flowed.
Minutes before my first ‘Blank’, I took this snap of the Woodthorpe Court end car park.
A different type of nosh today.
I am a clot! With acne back on my clock!
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Up at 0:15hrs. This photo on the right shows how it came, terrible and oh so blue, of the 
Nocturnal Catheter pouch. I did not have the foggiest idea of what I did wrong and tried another effort. That came out spot on what my eye saw. A too-deep colourisation in the urine again. Humph!
Off to the wet room. Diverting to the kitchen en route to ensure that I’d not left the taps (faucets), cooker on, or fridge or freezer door open. I took a snap 
of the morning view while doing the safety checks.
A quick ablutioning session, in which I did not have a shave or clean my teeth. But there is a perfectly understandable reason for this. I forgot to!
Another duff photo of the beet and legs was taken, so I tried again, and it was much better this time. The legs are getting much thinner, and the bones are showing through now! but
are more infrequent.
Carer Chris came, scoffed some nibbles and scrounged a drinkie. Hehehe! 
the windows. Paid the lad, and off he flew to his next client.
moved them one at a time into the kitchenette,
a reason for so many, but I don’t know what it is.
Or must have hit me because I recall nothing until 
arrived. The bad news is that Kara is 
going off on holiday for two weeks, so if I have trouble with the bank, they will only talk with Carer Kara as my representative or something, and I’ll be up the creek. Going to have nobody to check my finances or orders and no one to set my heart beating. Haha! Kara fitted the new catheter bag holder on my leg for me. I hope it helps because yesterday’s pain relief for me is now starting to come back on again. Kara also brought some Codeines; bless her.
I cut the pork pie into pieces, sliced tomatoes, and spread some of the gorgeous-tasting Flora Non-Butter butter thickly on some slices of Milk Roll bread. It’s a
What a feast it was with Heinz tomato ketchup and pickle! I got the hash brown thing frozen from Iceland
I may have the other one tomorrow.
A shot taken with Kodak Tim while I was washing up came out looking somewhat eerily. Haha! Another one for the Tate Gallery to reject.
Carer Chris returned, bringing the laundry up with him. He attached the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and whipped off my diabetic socks.
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Wet room, ablutions and failed Porcelain Throne session.
The pains from the Catheter Tube were getting even worse now. Poor Little Inchie was suffering. Doing my head in!
The legs and ankles looked a lot better, though.
Thought the balcony doors.
Through the balcony.
Lovely sundown.
Love the hue.
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I was washing up, and I spotted yet another fire in Sherwood. Heard the brigade klaxons as I settled down.
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Morning view.
Much painful urging was needed.
My food order arrived.
Spring water.
Carers, nurses, treats.
Food Glorious Food!
Sky photos were taken frequently as I made a mess of blogging. The pains eased a smidge when I got stood? 
Ever-changing views of the clouds.
Do you see the face?
Faces again.
As I was getting the meal sorted.
Carer Christopher came while I was imbibing the nosh. 
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