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I could tell yers most of it in this paragraph.
Talk about relaxed and out-of-it!
Nothing hassled me, and there was plenty of
reasons to get upset.
I’ll use the few photos I took.
Cheers from him, who’s lost it!
First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Lost balance and dropped the bucket.
Got the shave and washing done and really worked hard to get the P.P.s on. A minor Accifauxpas hit my back on the door when I toppled precariously but did not go down. Naturally, this kicked off BPB Back-Pain-Brenda. Been nibbling painkillers throughout the day, yet it didn’t phase me, and I kept calm?
Cleaned up the mess from the bucket fiasco… well, the water, W.C. and checked the taps were off!
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work.
The Carer arrived, & did the medicationalisticalisationing.
♥ Heavenly Delight! ♥
Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥
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?).
I left it on the side near the kettle, and I heard the phone going off. Hobbled to get it answered before whoever it was, rang off.
It was the lady from the QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin Clinic. She reminded me that I have missed the last four appointments with my Doctors to give my blood sample. I calmly stated: I’ve had all your letters telling me, and the Carer rang the Doctors for me, who said there were no appointments made at all. She asked about my eating and, what the Carers do for me, how do they give the medications. In my hand in a tub. Do they always give you the correct medications? No idea; I usually just take them and swallow them. I trust them. Adding: That’s because when I took them myself, I was getting them wrong. That’s why the carers started coming. When I mentioned to her that the haematology nurse came this morning, she was not aware of this. I can’t remember the other questions, but there were plenty of them.
I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time, which of course, entailed the struggle with the buckets of water to refill the not-working W.C. tank. BPB was already bad but got worse!
I added some more Paracetamol to my order for tomorrow, with a packet of Nuro… whatever they are called, to the order.
Took a photo of the early evening view.
Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
I am a nosy devil! Hehehe!
Care Jodie arrived. Got the evening medications sorted for me. We had a mini-gossip and a laugh.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch.
The weeing got more frequent suddenly.
Evening shot.
Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal
went off on her rounds, I fetched another bottle of
spring water, and took this shot above.
Well, I must get something to eat.
Back in the morning… well…
Tuesday Morning 0650hrs Catch-up…
So, tired, and the return of a 
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 normalcy… well, as close as I’ll ever get to it, anyway, with my mind withering with being eaten and tormented by 
accompanied by the day-long pains from 
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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 
, catching and knocking the release valve on its way down to smash, seemingly at the time, into a million pieces, as I wee’d down my leg onto the kitchenette floor, and into my slipper! I cursed and swore proliferously as my first reaction to the 
. Initially, my language and responses were getting increasingly more volatile.
❶ I closed the catheter pouch valve first actioning.
❷ Got my slipper off and binned it.
❸ Then, trod on some of the broken crockery pieces.
❹ Swept up the pottery slivers. Sealed and binned them.
❺ Got the Speed-Mop out and cleaned the floor.
❻ Stood in a bucket with Dettol in the water and cleaned and sanitised my foot.
❼ Refilled the bucket with water so it was ready for my next need of the 
, to refill the still-not-working W.C. tank.
❽ These actions had given , a new impetus to inflict even more pain on me!
❾ I took a Codeine and Paracetamol.
Then at long last, got around to making a scratch meal. Close to midnight now! Made some cheesy potato mash and found some, hopefully, in-date soy mini-
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.
It was while ingesting this surprisingly edible meal… that I realised that I had calmed down so much since the last round of cruel 
, apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?
The 
gave me a break last night. 
! However, the combined forces of and rejuvenated 
assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!
Toodle-Pips!
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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 
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ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly. 
started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies 
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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 
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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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Thanks to Firefox, the computer, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Shaking-Shoulder=Shirley and/or Colin Cramps; or any variation of the above, highly possibly, all of them!.
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, and cringed, whinged and moaned a little to myself.
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!
visited. They seemed to be having a discussion and not including me this time? The oddest thing, feeling, sensation that I’ve had in a long time. 
was still resistant.
, and seeing that it was 02:00hrs.
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A decent colouration of urine.
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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, was reaching an 8 on the pain scale meter. Lugging the bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC tank three times each flush… well, it’s some exercise, innit?
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.
Then realised I’d left the hot water tap running.
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. 
were in total control. What a splattering mess! As if I didn’t have enough to do fetching the water to refill the damned tank again, as it was! 
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 
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something getting better, I smelt the vegan imitation meat in the oven burning! 
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Better get something to eat with the rhino-leathered soy slices from the oven, then.
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, that evacuation was over about five seconds after I’d sat down. But the sense of another one was 
on the way, made me stay where I was and had a go at the crossword book. While doing this, and rather successful for once, blood from Little Inchie was felt running down my leg. So I abandoned the crossword and cleaned it up; there was only a spot or two left to come, then back to the puzzling. 
, I found I’d put the oven on a low light? Wish someone had told me. Hehehe!
ever-present since. The painkillers were week used today! 
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The afternoon brought storm-threatening darkness. 
I made an error… (What am I saying? I’m always making errors)… with the daily meal. But it didn’t matter as it happens. I overcooked the vegan burgers, uneatable! But, me having the Natorra black tomatoes on the plate; They taste like meat to me? Lovely!
The ready-sliced potatoes (I thought after yesterday’s [photo on the left] Accifauxpas while slicing fresh potatoes were a good idea) Were very nice and crispy. Even the pickled beetroots were nice and well cooked, soft and kind to what few teggies I have left. I shan’t get any more of those burgers
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leg slipped off of the chair, and that woke me up, so I knew I was still here when the pain and shock woke me out of my wallowing. But, putting getting back into the land of nod into a no-go area! Humph!
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in the right knee. Had anyone come in, they would have seen a limping, water-spilling old man concentrating so hard not to drop the bowl; I had had my tongue out!
My Sherlock Holmesian mind tweaked into action… (It does that sometimes, you know) Not often, I admit!
ruled the roost.
The Carer arrived. Medications sorted. Can’t recall what about now, but we had a little chin-wag.
working recliner. Aha! I think I remember a bit of the chin-wag I had/
type correctly and make so many mistakes?
The lemon curd mini jam rolls are Very nice looking) were three times the price of the Asda raspberry ones; however, they did have some sort of thickish flavouring on the outside of each roll. I’ll try one later on. Custard creams, vegan mini sausages and some Spanish strawberries, When I’d recovered from getting them into the kitchen and put them away, I took a punnet of strawberries and a can of gin for Josie to have.
Then got my nosh started. Ate it; taste: 6/10. And nodded off, leaving the tray on the ottoman. Into a deep dream-filled sleep. Aha, off in the land of nod.