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I was greeted by three ailments on awakening after the amazingly long three hours of sleep I enjoyed. (Touch of sarcasm kept in there!)
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were so bad, I wondered how I even got the three hours in that I did manage! This probably inspired the ode above?
The thought of having to fetch the water from the kitchen when I utilise the 
later were not pleasant. I took off the night pouch from 
, and gingerly rose from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
The plates-of-meat looked in decent nick.
I took an extra pain-killer to fight off , who was in full attack mode, before my carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room four times each visit. and 
were joined in their attack formation by my 
. I’ve waited for a month now to get the WC mended. Giving me a date if attendance was nice of them. It was for the 11th of July – I’m going to have agony for
another four weeks. The thought of it is not a good start to any day!
Pretty glum out there.
Did a close-up of rectangular eyes.
I did the Blood Pressure figures.
And got an email about next weeks Iceland delivery.
It’s coming today. The usual shortages mind you..
Carer Israel called this morning both early visits.
Iceland delivered on his first one.
The other drivers usually take the bags into the kitchen for me. Not today, must have been extra-busy. By the time I’d got the into the kitchen, as you can imagine; and the both upgraded their attacks… with support from 
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I think the warning about things getting painful from EQ, might have been meant for today. Cause already the pains are hard to cope with, and I’ve not been to the WC yet, and done any water-fetching activity?
Wot? Me? Worry!
I got the bags into the kitchenette. Back to the Carer for the medication-taking, and am ashamed to say, so bad were the combined pains, I took another of the disallowed painkillers. It was really bad at this point, although had calmed down a lot, and was still in full flourish. The suddenly eased off. Great!
I went back to the kitchen to sort the fodder out and took this snap of the house next to the park being done up. Coming on well, methinks?
At least Iceland had some of the little potato-bake potatoes in stock.
And the treats of cartons of ice-cream flavoured Aviva drinks.
Bread thins, tomatoes, potatoes & veggie oxo cubes.
No shortages of fodder here!
Even if some are unwanted substitutes.
Topped up the Carer, Nurses, Drivers’ treats.
Alcohol to the right, others to the left.
Low calorie treats (mostly).
By the time I’d got everything away, only .
was any real hassle.
OF course, I’ve not been carrying bowls &.
buckets of water to and fro, yet.
Still, waiting two months for a plumber should not be.
a bother, really. It’s just the agony I’m going through
every single day, several times when using the W.C.
I’ve got water to get, just being handicapped with
so many ailments are getting to be a far too
painful task every so often for me.
I glean that it cannot be classed as an emergency; at least I have water. It’s just killing me fetching it! If other elderly folks have no water to use, or families with ankle snappers, or Cannabis growers need water for the plants… I don’t mind, really.
But I do wish someone could please, help the pain.
The bloody have come back again.
Can’t concentrate now on blogging. I’ll have a go at getting back onto WordPress Reader – fingers crossed 🤞.
Hurrah! Got on it!
Now to sort some nosh out!
Imitation belly pork slices sarnies made, with much of the gorgeous.
plant butter lathered on them.
The Iceland crunchy potato chunks had too many
black eyes in them, so I had to check each one
before putting them in the oven.
The beetroots were, unfortunately, similar to ball-bearings
in texture. Disappointing!
I still give this meal a Taste Rating of 7/10.
Nodded off, woke up by the final Carer calling. (Tomey?)
Night-bag was attached.
No painkillers: too soon after the previous ones. I’m sure I heard the vicious, angry laughing at this! Haha!
Another broken-nights kip. Pains & Thought Storms to blame!
FARE THEE WELL!
Go forth in Peace…
Let problems decrease…
You splice your mainbrace…
That fears & worries decease…
Help & health can resurface,
Life gives you fewer curses…
And +get more visits from the nurses!
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Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure 
had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! 
It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. 
thing was that 
were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
, along with a flash of 
‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
, and save having to clean and dry things twice. 
Approx. 08:00hrs; 
I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket? 
teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on 
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Naturally (almost), I tugged the tube drying behind the pouch, and the blood flowed onto the wet floor. I just carried on. It was a watery mess in there anyway, and I will get it sorted later. 
I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from 
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I took some anti-
winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating
knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to 
do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing.
The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to 
wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s.
on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had 
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& 
activities took me, I believe, a good 2hrs-10min, including the 
The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell.
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news! 
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again! 
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful. Tsk! The 
keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long?
usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I 
mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not re
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What a 
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All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
will take care of all that for you!
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First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work.
My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.
Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?).
Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch.
Evening shot.
Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal 
was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency. 
Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to 
accompanied by the day-long pains from 
An 
erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the 
sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.
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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 
ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly. 
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.
So I g
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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The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it? 
Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again! 
I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥
done. 
A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with
was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him.
Warm colours.
Grand!
was still resistant.
, and seeing that it was 02:00hrs.
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Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!
Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Zoomed-in; See the face?
Sunsetting
Bootiful!
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?
But it didn’t taste good at all!
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Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer.
No wonder I was struggling on the computer.
After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.
I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera.
Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons.
Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.
While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.
Well, alright, I lied! But I was still so tired, but on the bright side, 
had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my 
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I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.
and 
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Pottered about making up and sorting the waste bags for collection. And the morning Carer arrived. I took the tablets,
was here, the Asda order arrived.
Shaquille helped to carry them through the kitchenette with me.
And tons of canned peas and various other vegetables.
Around 13:00hrs, I heard the mobile tone ringing.
There are depressions and depressions of differing characteristics – I nearly went into each one!
And had a few minutes of pareidolia joy.
I prepared and dined on the vegetable (it-came-out-horrible) soup, with rolls and a mistaken thought it would be delicious plain yoghourt with a pot of orange jelly in it. The Carer arrived as I was tucking into it – no, that’s not the right word; tucking in suggests that someone was enjoying something. 
And yet, I ate it all? 
I had to get up to empty the day pouch of its contents and wash & disinfect the container.
containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I nodded off quickly for around about ten minutes. But the damned rotten 
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I grumphed, cursed, and reached for the packet of Ipobrufen on the ottoman, and took one with a swig of spring water, which I misaimed putting it back on the tray. 
I was pleased when the carer arrived, and I got a Codeine down me with two paracetamols. 
I went back to try Firefox again. The computer froze; I could do nothing with it as this screen came up! Apparently, Firefox needed reinstalling with the original password – They must be joking? Then I got a patch job offer and clicked on that
I was totally lost now, getting confused between which one I should be on and what I’d changed or done. The free processor was on the main page now, but when I clicked it, a new browser came up without any of my programme icons on it, and when I opened the now-closed by itself browser, the I.T. browser closed itself? You know, with anguish, fears and pain, I think of death as a release. Bet there are lots of folks like that. We should start a self-help group. NO! Better not, though, because it’s bound to be on the web, innit? No, forget I said that!
in the last hour, but I think 
! When I mentioned 
something getting better, I smelt the vegan imitation meat in the oven burning! 
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. I just felt pissed off, basically!
Better get something to eat with the rhino-leathered soy slices from the oven, then.