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Annuver mind-blowing, busy, getting nothing done, and frustrating… but not so much so as yesterday was! I think.
But don’t let fool you. It was horrendous!
When I say horrendous, it wasn’t all horrible; there were about ten minutes of near-contentment around 13:00hrs.
The promise of the medications about to arrive was soon demolished.
About a third of them came. But no Catheter night bags, and the new tablets for the Prostate reduction, failed to make it.
So, the night is going to be another one of agony.
Another promise of the rest of the things to arrive tomorrow; I’m not too hopeful of fruition after waiting for a fortnight. No Warfarin, but I do have a few left. No INR nurse arrived to take the blood for testing. No DVT nurse came for the vein draining. Heard nothing about the next brain scan. The after-stroke & falls team have not appeared for a few weeks. I’m out of the cream for Little Inches’ fungal lesion.
And I’ve had a tumble in the kitchen. Hands and knees job back to the front room, knocking the bottles of spring water off of the ottoman en route… with one of them landing right on my Onychovryotosis (ingrowing toenail). Slipped using the arm of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nobbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, to get back up on my feet. Had to sit down for a while.
The Carer gals had done their best for me.
But there is always that feeling; ‘What next!’ There’s always something going wrong. Now it’s emails from Grammarly telling me my renewal has been refused, but not why. Is it another con job?
Depression is a constant in my life now!
Still, the Matron called to see me. She’s been asked to by the Doctor, who was worried about me? Now that’s new and nice! I mentioned the lack of medications, night bags for the catheter, and the odd sensations that overcome me at times. The problems with mail, email and the computer, not being able to get onto online banking to sort things out; and no help available with these issues. At least, I think I mentioned these difficulties to Matron. If not, I meant to.
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A night of 
with the odd bother from tormenting 
ensuring that I seemed to spend longer awake than asleep. I gave up trying around 05:00hrs.
The urine looks darker than it really was when I emptied the pouch.
No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning.
White cars rule in the car park.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect.
And I was passing a lot, too!
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week. And signed up for the Delivery pass, which should save me a little. Went for the cheaper one, so I have to book orders for Tue-Wed-Thur each time to get it free.
The urine is getting a move-on today.
Lovely colour too!
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
During the day, I had Carers Kara, Domestic Denise, Carer Josef, and Carer Carer Sam, who brought the part-medications for me; bless her. And bless Carer Carolynne, who looked at the computer problem for me. No decision was made or action was taken; mind you, she didn’t have the time.
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker.
Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived. As I said earlier, whatever I could remember about the medicationalistical situation, I passed on to her. Got a student with her.
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming!
A good thing, methinks?
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture.
Not very good, is it? Tsk!.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
Nosh Served Up
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar.
Can if garden peas, and a first for me, never tried them before, imitation fish goujons, with a cob or two. Followed by the cheapest of yoghourts, flavoured with some lemon curd mixed in. (Nice!)
The vegan batter on the goujons was okay; the content of them was, well… tasteless! Disappointing, shan’t bother with them again.
Overall, a flavour rating of 6.2/10.
Left the pots in the sink soaking and got my head down.
Colin Cramps gave me a break, and even Anne Gyna only woke me up with her stabbing pains about six times.
The tiny day catheter pouch Still none of the larger night bags delivered); let me know it needed emptying twice.
As you can see by the top Ode, Dementia Doreen gave me an odd dream to use in the rhyme. Bless her!
May you find fun and festivities & have fantastic future feasts frequently!
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Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, 
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are chief suspects as well. My immediate desires inspired, were for me to go on a day trip out to the coast, maybe?
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Raining!
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
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The messy evacuation needed cleaning up. Then I realised that the WC tank was filling up very slowly – and while doing it, there was no water available from the cold tap on the sink? Friday night again – things always go wrong when there is 
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The ankles were a smidge swollen, and the ankle ulcers were more prominent than they usually are. No pains, though.
After a pot of porridge, onto the computer.
Two photos of rare morning glimpses of the sun.
Not good ones, mind.
An absolute pleasure doing some pareidoliaing
Especially with these cloud-creatures in view.
Bootiful!
At last, the urine had cleared on the third emptying.
But, on the seventh one… Oh, dearie me!
Tatters in the slow cooker.
Back to the brown beauties!.
Nightie-night!
What a series of changes in colour. Never seen this before.
came again. No signs of the laundry being found. This could be costly; three dressing gowns, a bath towel, woolly hats, the Carers’ chair throw, and likely more stuff that went into the bag and will have to be replaced. That is if I don’t mysteriously find the bag hidden somewhere… and 
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This is the punch, one hour after emptying it. Not a lot?
Gloomy morning.
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Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles.
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Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
Found the camera.
Very little snow left now
Looking okay to me.
Another part-canned meal.
Eating every morsel and bit!
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I woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
burst open 
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A bright morning with snow.
Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!
Asda order arrived.
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Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
lost out to the new King
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Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out..
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I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that 
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rang from the front door. It was a tenant that I’d not seen before from the lower floor – the instant I opened the door, I could smell the burning… seemed like a cooking mishap to me. The chap was in his dressing gown too, even a similar colour; of course, I looked nattier with having 
Good colour
Computer… still going. Fingers crossed!
The first wind & rain just starting.
Frit me to death!
Very good!
Rain back.
After the rain.
Late afternoon, bootiful!
Potatoes in the crock pot.
Stew looks good, just added the potatoes.
20:00hrs Gorgeous sight!
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invaded the brain. I put the TV on to watch some rubbish, and somehow the brain coped with the crap on the TV along with the marauding waves of cruel thoughts – shame, guilt, etc., and a nasty few moments of reliving past mistakes! Humph!
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arrived, but I didn’t tell him what had just happened. I felt such a fool and too embarrassed, too! And here I am now, telling the billions of tellurians and my vast amount of followers on WordPress about it! Still, my legions of followers are both decent lads. Hehehe!
was due. We took the long way around this time.
Still got there in plenty of time, though. I was dropped of in the car park and made my way to the reception door. A lady came to let me in, and by the time I’d adjusted to a comfortable sitting position with , the nurse arrived and said follow me. Through the corridors, but I nearly lost her; she was fast! The sole of the foot and dangling tubes from the catheter slowed me down. The lady mentioned that I had not brought my carer with me, and why not? I explained that last time because it was my first session, hate carer helped me out by coming with me, and that’s why he was so sleepy. I couldn’t ask him again. Fair enough, she said.
The next hour or so is just a haze.
, as I thought it was getting fuller, pulling on the tube and poor Little Inchy.
Arrived, and we decided not to add the 
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Computer problems
No idea why I took these two?
The Famously Crap Internet is down…
Not weeing much?
Hopefully, it will come.
Got the dishes washed, and I took this picture of the
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Morning view.
The front room searched for the missing Nokia.
Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening his grip on the evacuationing… had time to have a go at the crossword.
Stripped and got a stand-up wash and shave.
Later, view after the ablutioning, medicationing and dressing.
Computer on, Email from Iceland.
I love those mini roast potatoes. But with them coming so early, had to open the packs and put them in lose to get them in the freezer. Not only that but to get the cheesy potato special offer ready-made meals in, I had to dish some of the stuff already in the freezer to make room!
At least the wee-wee was, I thought, flowing much better.
Oh, Boy! It was delicious! The best ready-made tasting meal I’ve ever had!
Oh, the bag is full again.
Sunset through the balcony window!
Blimey, that filled up quick!
Mystery Photo
