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Refilled the carer’s & nurses’ nibble boxes.
My knees are bad this morning.
Motionless.
Carer Christopher called. The little scallywag.
First view with Kodak Tim.
The clouds are still different today.
Whoops!
Off to the wet room to empty the catheter pouch out, and tried again on the Throne...
Oh, dear!
Blogging was a slow job; I’m going to have to give up.
Carer Joanne turned up earlier than usual. Always nice to see her. A little laugh available is good!
The Mystery Chest Pains are back now. Suppose it might be something to do with the reluctance of the bowels to produce anything?
The clouds are even more beautiful now.
I’m blogging away, but now I’m bothered with the card reader reading the cards. I’m fed up! It takes about four tries to read the cards every time I use it. Not good! Gloom and doom!
Later I took another shot of the kitchen sky view.
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The shrunken in the wash new dressing gown was washed twice, and now the pockets are hanging off, and the belt loops are loose, ready to drop off.
Any idiot could work this one out…
But I couldn’t!
Sorry about this…
But, my physical and mental conditions are making things too time-consuming for me to cope with writing a full blog. I’ve been on the computer often for 18 hours on the trot. Stopping for nurses, deliveries, and/or Caregivers calling. Getting back to what and where I was is so confusing. Thus, taking me even more time to catch up and work rings out. I so loved doing them as well.
I’ve decided to try to do the top part, including Cartoons, Odes, Snippets, etc. Medical appointments, and will add any photographs taken if I have time and the computer lets me. Maybe a description of any Whoopsiedangleplops, if any. (IF? Hahaha!)
I’ve had to make this decision, and making decisions is one of my later-in-life problems. The mind and memory blanks and now the non-epileptic seizures are getting a little more frequent, so much that often don’t mention them as anything worthy of going in the blog. They are diurnal.
My concentration seems to have retrograded this morning; hence, this is written while things are clearer in my head. (How long for? Who Knows.)
They soon returned. The vacillating, wavering, indecision, hesitancy, uncertainty, hemming and hawing, shilly-shallying, dilly-dallying, concentration-distracting, fretting, worrying, fussing, panicking, and stressing are rife, too often for me now.
disconcertions, embarrassments, self-loathings, misperceptions, tizzies, misunderstandings, apprehensiveness, topsy-turviness, vagueness, and an invaded brain full of a salmagundi of unwanted moods and modes, including, at times, the odd hallucination, fantasy, and stubborn delusion.
Common sense rarely makes an appearance. But it
did this morning, making this decision!
I still await the appointment to see a Dementia psychologist. Glaucoma, cataracts and knee operations. But it is the brain that needs help more, I think. I can’t find anyone with the same symptoms to talk with. I believe FND is part of the cause.
After talking to the lady at the audio clinic and finding out that she had FND, I found I had every symptom she mentioned worrying about. The effects are so weird that she said she believes no one believes her – ditto! But it’s not easy to understand or diagnose, let alone treat it. I agree with her about her frustrations. My Doctor gives me the same feelings. It must be hard for anyone to take in.
Glad I got this on record while my head is clearer now. I can get back to being me when my mind abandons me again and wanders off.
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I cleaned the wet room again, another mess made by yours truly, Inchy. The hallway carpet had not dried yet, so I went into the wet room, taking black bits from the carpet onto the floor!
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tipped the bowl over! Thus had to clean the place up again for the third time! I took the bag of rubbish and put it in the waste chute. 
clouting of my head on the power box today.
arrived. We spent a few minutes setting the world to rights. She seemed to have a sore throat. I hope she is not getting the dreaded lurgy. 
Onwards to the photos.
The wet room farce was over. It looked good after three hours of mayhem and cleaning it up again… and again, and finally, once again this morning.
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picture of the view from the kitchenette that I took.
The day pouch was filling up swiftly today. 
My first mug of Glengettie tea of the day. 
The postman dropped my Anticoagulation results DVT, INR, and through the letter box. An increase in dosages. It’s a smidge low.
The most amazing cloud formation this evening.
The second mug of Glengettie was enjoyed while I was blogging away merrily. The authenticity of the last bit is dubious.
Better get the nosh prepared… it’s nearly midnight. 
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operation, cleverly leaving me with double-vision, and some wonderfully uplifting new skills, like walking into door frames, tripping over unseen objects, and the latest, bending down and hitting left-open cupboard door corners when rushing to turn off hot water tap (faucet), that I so regularly leave to run cold. 
The Iceland order arrived. 
The only good thing about the order. 
Food!
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It was nowhere near as bad as yesterday’s. But coming around afterwards, it took me a long time to get into a condition where I could tackle checking the blog work. It didn’t help that I had made so many errors.
Fantastic, beautiful cloud shots.
Maybe a 5 on the NHS chart.
Back to the wet room.
I had a pareidoliaising feast with this one.
Can anyone see them? 
Was the catheter pouch still a deep colour?
The late evening clouds seemed to be determined to come to the fore. You can imagine, methinks, what I saw at first with my left double-vision eye. Haha!
The bland, pale, undercooked Iceland chicken legs, substituted for the not available thighs, tasted like cardboard would, I imagine. The Heinz beans were also unremarkable. The instant potatoes were very nice, especially with the Heinz pickle-flavoured ketchup.
Took this last shot of the sky.
I managed to find five of them.
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released yesterday.
Throughout the day, the bleeding was far, even less than it is usually. Had a wash & shave.
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As per usual, the end car parking turnaround area had its regular little bit of a mudslide in it again.
about the three times the bill was taken from the debits another time. She ran out of time today. 
I took these photos later. 
, I’d discover I’d been doing the blog, mopping the kitchen floor, or started cooking something while out of it. A 
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, I’m surprised I have any skin left on my head; it was falling off all day. Later I rang Sister Jane, and she and hubby Pete were not in good health at all. Jane’s cough sounded terrible. I’m worried about her now. As I moved to get the B17 tablets that Jane had told me had a
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Passed well, not a bad colour.
Kitchen view.
again, but to clean up Little Inchies bleeding, I caught the catheter tube closing the window. Talk about hurt! Cleaned it up and medicated things
This is getting bad now. This time, as I was trying to get a decent shot, a 
I made a brew of Glengettie and got the computer on to work on this blog. A new Caregiver arrived and Medicated me, put the diabetic soaks on for me, and had a little natter. What about escapes me now. Tsk!
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What amazing views.
Gorgeous.
Oh, how I’d love to recall the pleasure of taking them.
I do recall taking these.
Best nosh in a long time.
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I carried the nocturnal pouch with me as I tried to remove it. I accidentally tugged the tube as I released the valve for emptying and immediately felt the warm, wet feeling of blood in the PPs! I got it cleaned up. Then I sorted out the waste bags into one, ready for collection, and placed them near the front door of the 
flat.
After an hour or so on CorelDraw, uploading and resizing the Kodak Tim pictures, an email from Sainsbury’s came 
in. I went to the wet room and utilised the ever-popular. Once again, the evacuation failed, and after much urging and inner pushing, I gave up. Knowing there was possibly a gigantic torpedo in the queue that may need some help seeing the light of the WC basin, I made and drank a drink of an ‘Ease-it-along sachet’. 
An hour or so later, the J. Sainsbury order arrived. I did struggle a little getting the bags, one at a time, into the kitchen. Well, I did not struggle; I just took extra care not to catch the tubing in Little 
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The bananas came all ready-bruised to save me the effort of dropping them, so it was kind of Sainsbury’s. I got some vegan Maryland cookies, passata sauce with 
Mediterranean vegetables, and drinks for the nurses and carers. I also got fresh fries; they may get cooked and tasted tonight, 
methinks. Maybe the Anya potatoes be
I got a big pack of the JO2 favourites for the treats shelf. They may last a week or more. The most popular of the drinkies on offer these are.
I also got a few of these pots of jelly in a new flavour. Not a good photo. (I’m good at doing these types, Hehe!) So you may not be able to read the label. They are… honestly, a Gin & Tonic Flavour, jelly! 
A little drizzle was spotted when I was cleaning the side of the cooker later on.
During the next half an hour, I got three parcels delivered.
ones, too! The second was socks, two
The third delivery was socks. Six pairs of the wrong type. Hehe! I’d made a great cock-up, mistake, error 
this order. As Carer Kara found out and told me yesterday. I thought I’d ordered Diabetic Bamboo socks. Kara pointed out that they were cotton ones. Boing! But it was too late for me to cancel. So then I proceeded to make yet another 
I took a shot of the end car park this afternoon. 
I decided to get something to eat first after closing down the computer.
sweet for my liking and crumbled too easily.
Not a chance of nodding off. I even tried the TV again, but no luck. 
Beats me, the car? The feet? The phone, yes. 
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Reynaud’s on just one finger?
End car park with the crows taking a bath in the mudslide Drizzling still.
Back to the Throne.
Reynauds easing off on finger.
Midday, drizzling still falling.
I think this is the fullest it’s ever been?
Part eaten meal…
Blimus! Another visit!
Reynauds had turned into an almost illuminant purple colour now! Still, it’s not painful at all.
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I could hardly believe the dark colour of the Catheter night pouch contents—I was in shock, really. I took another shot of it when emptying the night bag. 
wash and visit to the. There was another change in styles: from two days of 
was ruling things. Mega-smelly, almost watery, it squirted out more than flowed! It took me ages to get the place, and my body cleaned up! Tsk
may need putting back on again, if things get any worse and the lesions burst open. Won’t please the Carers.
The Asda driver rang me on the mobile phone with a connection as normal, but it was so bad that he might as well have been talking to me in Outer Mongolian, for all I understood. I assumed he could not gain access and told him I’d come down to him straight away. Big Mistake!
and left the flat to find that both of the lifts were out-of-action! 
. I really must have been mad, to think I could get down all that way and then back up again. However, 
was bleeding.
arrived. 
deserves recognition.
Then, I set about sorting out the Asda Delivery. This is going to be a long job. There is much stuff to sort out and store away. I made a start…
cordials were put on the floor next to the Water Alarm Sounder thingamabob on the floor. Something else to trip over.
Shloer drinkies for treats and thankyous for the Caregivers and nurses who tend to me. Soda water and spring water for the daily Catheter filling routines. A bottle of Mushroom sauce and Tomato Ketchup with 
pickle. Lastly, sterilised milk.
Some favourites in this one! Brown sliced baguettes! Ready meals, Cumberland Pie, Minced beef hotpot. Texas beef chunks, an all-day breakfast, and a newly 
discovered gem. mini caramelised sausages!
Curry & Barbeque baked beans, mushrooms, sugarless biscuits, batteries AA & AAA. Treats drinkie, and some ready-made coffees for the Carers who like them.
with seconds to spare, got it emptied just in time!
The mist had been around all day once it had fallen
Slurp, gobble!
Spent some time on the crossword puzzle.
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dying off, or maybe it’s the cunning 
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Gloomy morning view…
and sky.
Boy, the skies had changed.
at the same time! I crumpled, banging down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Bursting open poor 
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Early hours of the morning, I made a bowl of vegetable chilli. Grand! 
I think I may have made a cock-up here?
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Morning kitchen view.
ARGH!
The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.
Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.
Took an afternoon shot of the clouds.
As I took the first one, a crow flew into view.
The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.
Yum, Yum!
Low shot.
High shot.