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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
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Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. Confused, even more forgetful. Back-Pain-Brenda, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Little Inchie bleeding, as were indeed poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the teeth. Then as I was about to get my head down in the early hours of this morning (Saturday), one of the right lymphatic leg leakage gysers burst open! Anyway, I must at least try to keep to at least an imitation of the events’ chronological order. (Which it is already tp late to do, innit?) But the chances of that are best minimal – in fact, I can guarantee they and the grammar will leave you as confused as I am! Tons of things have been missed off this record. Due to my impressively effective habit of losing things – like the notepad I wrote all my notes on… the hearing aids, which I got out to show Kara two days ago, and have not got the foggiest where I put them! Oh, and the new reading glasses have absconded as well. I’m not sure whether to blame Dementia Doreen or Cognitive Impairment Iris. Maybe the constant pain I’m in is sending me a smidge more doolally than it normally does?
Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.
Ten hours later, with little in the way of memory, and realising the notebook had done a runner. Liberty-Global Virgin Media had gone down at least…
Back-Pain-Brenda had forced me to take extra forbidden by the District Nurse, painkillers. Then, poor Little Inchie started bleeding as I bent down to retrieve biscuit barrel, and hit my head on the edge of the cabinet. The left Cataract eye, felt like it had glass in it, and assisted Confusion Conrad in making this a terrible day for me.
Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result! Zilch!
The toes remain in a two-tone shade.
Sorted the evening bags out.
I do recall Carer Chis coming n the last call of the day.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me?
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.
Got the Wednesday blog finished at long last, and posted it of just before midnight. Realising as I did, that the potatoes on the crockpot had been cooking now for about 18 hours!
I went to investigate the condition of them… Haha! They were fine! Just right, but they had been in a low-heat setting.
I put the cheese & onion pasty in the microwave and went to attempt a wet room evacuation on the ? Porcelain Throne…
No, nothing moved. I might have my stomach blow up if I don’t get a clearout before long.
Got the meal served up, and washed the pots & pans. Nothing exciting I know, but I enjoyed it all the same. So tired out now, still with pains and aches, especially so with Back-Pain-Brenda and Little Inchies sufferings. Flavour-Rating: 7.6/10!
As I was just putting the dish and cutlery in the bowl of water to wash them… 
slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the 
was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
One of the Lymphorrhea Leslie water geysers had burst open, and the fluid coming out was spreading from between my toes, all over the kitchenette floor. That’s why the stick slipped I think? No panic, though! Oh, no… just the most humungous pissed-off session of my life! Which turned into a self-pitying bout of depression at my rotten, ever-worsening state of health medically and mentally.
I was so looking forward to getting some sleep after being up for so long and suffering a horrendous day… well, much more than 24 hours. Now, I struggle to find the tapes, bandages and pads, which I have never applied on my own before. I found the equipment quickly, as the flow of Lymph fluid dwindled to just a slow seeping-out stage.
Let’s face it, there couldn’t be much left in my body to come out after the imitation Niagra Falls event! Hehehe! It felt like I was wading through water as I got into the other room with the assorted medical stuff.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!) I seem to recall several worries at this stage. This is not unusual as Tom Jones sang. I’ve to clean the mess up in the kitchen yet. What if I can’t stop the flow?
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?
The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
Inchy’s Ode to Getting Old
A picture I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier,
Today has been worthy of a two-finger gesture!
The hurt, confusion, and mental conjecture,
I miss nattering, a good blathering or clishmaclaver,
Old age brings ills, lurgies and conjecture…
Fears, and worries, one can’t disencumber.
I used to ruminate, contemplate, consider,
My brain’s now an expert at ecdemomania,
I was considered a flibbertigibbeter,
I often wonder over life, whysoever?
Philosophy is hard when one’s not clever,
Although, I used to be a willing forgiver…
Oh, forgive me, I’m starting to yatter…
Although, does this really matter?
I’m also known as a prognosticator,
An empath, clairvoyant, or prophesier,
Closer to the grave, I’m more of a toeier,
Now the brains getting slower, foggier…
Just to think, I was a half-decent squash player,
Ageing, deciding, opting? No, I’m now a procrastinator…
With physical and mental pains… it’s a bugger!
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A FEW OLD ODES
TTFN
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Last night’s nosh. Not as good as it looked.
The first bag emptied at about 02:10hrs was deep red,
Asda potatoes from the bag.
I hope none of the crap ones got into the crockpot?
A late morning shot.
Mystery photo!
All with the same results.
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failed yet again. I gave up!
, nor any of the
kept me awake this time. But every time I drifted off into the land of Nod, I’d shoot awake with a helluva shock and jerk! 
I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.
for the handsome, young, fit, sprightly, cheerful, effervescent, Inchy…
The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!
For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?
To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the 
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For the first time in weeks, 
was in full control of this reluctant and painful evacuation.
I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.
Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to 
For Sunday
Later Morning views.
returned… Five minutes later…
Off for about 20 minutes this time.
addicted 
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Late afternoon view!
The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!
Paperwork for Kara gathered together.
The second and last mug of tea was taken.
A decent effort this time.
Evening Sky shots
From different angles.
High in the sky, below.
I love this one; just look at the dates. Hehe!
I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? 
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Decent-coloured urine this morning.
arose, and so did I from the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, caught my balance, grabbed 
, and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. 
in complete charge. Messy!
A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. 
Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, 
, and poor old 
tube.
took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did.
Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times! I really must say, My hatred for them grows!
boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet 
failed, again and again!
Laundry returned.
Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down.
for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, 
Back on the computer…
Ad an early meal, just a small one.
Not sure why or when I took this one.
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or maybe even a
took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence! 
Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good.
The amazing blue hue of the night.
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Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice
Lovely!
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It is now approaching midday on Thursday, and I’m only just starting this blog going! So this will
I think I might have misjudged the colour on the chart?.
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was pleased about.
TRUE FACT!
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Was not interested in my wishes.
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Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer.
night bag, I was not concerned about anything other than ‘Will the computer work?’ After yesterday’s performance with the mystery ‘Process thingummybob’ for eleven hours, I felt it might be the end for the Bang & Olufsen. My heart was not in what I was doing, and I feared the worst. I was resisting any activity apart from removing the night bag. However, the need for the 
was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from 
ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly. 
started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies 
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The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma.
Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! 
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have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.
I had a blast on the computerisationing.
came in support of BPB 
… Please!
So I g
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High, but on her way down…
The last fullish blest of her heat…
All but hidden now. Gorgeous!
A last quick peek
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Pouch.
Rain from the kitchen window.
Early morning tatties into the crock-pot.
Food Delivery.
Fridge not too full?
Fancy tomatoes.
After the second tumble.
A little tip here…
Good colour.
Early evening rain spots starting.
The sun’s last view.
19:00hrs – Dour!
1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.
Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk!
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Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit. 
What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky
May your luck bring beneficence,
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Took the catheter bag of myself this morning – I had to cause the need of the Porcelain Throne was urgently needed, and with the other clarities etc., over the last two days with tripping and treading on the tubing, I thought it best.
Suddenly flooded the mouth, I think I must have broken off a bit of tooth near the gum. I got up automatically to get some toilet paper to use to stem the flow… but the evacuation was still taking place.
I did genuinely feel 
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to help with those. A bit nippy this morning.
However, Richard arrived then. He got the medications sorted and told me I had to take the new Antibiotic course again, starting now. So, I did.
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had taken over command…
and 
annoying somehow.
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and a nasty, but very rare in a sat down position 
put an end to my planned venture into pretending I could be capable again.
bleeding. Yes, the dance had tugged at the Catheter tube in Little Inchie… bloody? Bloody sore at this moment still! Even delicate might be the word. 
checked that it was cooked before she checked the taps and turned off the heater for me.
I sliced the overcooked potato and got it in the oven with the last of the potato rostis in the oven to crisp them up. The last of the tomatoes and the vegan frankfurters (which tasted great!) and along with the last of the pots of strawberry jam thingumajig dessert. 
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Not that they came out very well, although the bottom one of the car park was not too bad. A touch of eeriness about it? Obviously, the first one was taken like that on purpose. Ahem! 
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Got the kettle on, sorted out some new potatoes, removed the shoots growing out of them, and got them in the slow cooker. Added 
some of the delightful Polish Winiary sauce, very tasty indeed. Winiary Przyprawa, it’s named.
I took this picture to try and take a shot of me waving in the reflection on the balcony door glass.
Ah, he’s not gone out to see his children with the Christmas Presents kids he’s built for them… or was it him making the noise?
Called 12 minutes. 
Called four minutes.
I’d left the hot tap running. Obviously, 
Made another brew, Glengettie, this time.
Better get summat to eat then. Cottage pie and potatoes sound good enough for me on this depressing, lonely, miserable Christmas Day.
I poddled cautiously into the kitchenette to wash the pots, and the stomach and back pains got a lot worse for some unknown reason.
and the even more crippling stomach and back pains.
