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Well, I thought I was depressed a fair bit yesterday. The depression reached a new depth when I woke up at 05:10hrs. Not that I got much sleep, to gloominess and despondency. Getting out of the chair, which I had to kip in, the famous itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, due to the double day bagged catheter contraption that kept waking me up, making things bleed, and painful to boot! I was unaware, or mayhap, just not bothered about the pains from the cartilages, toothache or Arthur Itis as I got up onto my wobbly legs.
The problem that bothered me was where the nocturnal catheter pouches had disappeared. Carer Promise and I searched the flat last night for them without having any success. But my warped Congiscent Impairment Iris mind insisted before even taking off the double-hanging small day bags that I had hanging down to the floor and had caused Little Inchies fungal lesion to bleed to make another search for the night bags.
During the lengthy search, my mind wandered about many other problems. How do I get to the Doctor on Saturday if someone does not contact them to find out if I can have both injections on the same day? How do I get there? It’s probably too late to get a booking with Easy-Link anyway. The only alternative will be for me to walk there. The last time I tried to walk back from the surgery, I ended up in the hospital. Not that I could remember it, but I either fell over or collapsed on Mansfield Road near Winchester Street. Then, I went back to searching for the catheter bags. I searched the junk room 
and looked in the wet room. Taking off the catheter’s added day bag while in there. The hallway and then the kitchen. I went back to the front room, and the realisation that Little Inchie was bleeding came to my attention as the blood dropped on my bare feet. I was Gobsmacked when the door chime-chimed, and in came Carer Richard. I apologised for keeping him waiting as I 
cleaned up Little Inchy and put on some of the mendicant to stop the bleeding. I went through to the front room to see Carer Richard and apologised for keeping him waiting.
I knew this was the last job of his shift, and I didn’t want to delay him getting home. We managed a little natter after he’s done the medicals. As I have told every carer who called for the last week, I told him about my worries and lack of progress on the appointments, etc. He has this habit of just telling me what to do, which I know, but can’t do without help for the hearing on the phones and help with bookings to get a lift to and from all of the appointments in line and those that need making. This doctor’s appointment, and as Kara told a carer, the doctor does not arrange home visits for inoculations. Yet, two carers told me they had clients who were getting them. Perhaps only being handicapped mentally and physically, or I’m not old enough to get home visits, it might be best to die; that’ll please Starmer. It’d make his day, especially if, by some miracle, someone had shown him my political odes. Hehe!
After Richard departed, I did another long search for the catheter nocturnal bags, looking in the daftest places that had previously been unsearched.
Then, I had a wash and brush up and started the computer. But had to return to the wet room for a rear-end evacuation. This time it was 
‘s turn to be in charge. Even more blood got rid of. Still, not much cleaning up to be done after the event.
Back to the computer, and what a shock! The door chime chimed. It was Carer Sam calling. I was still on a downer. How long had I spent searching for the pouches? I reckon it was four hours in total. And the blog had not even been started yet. I explained my problems to Carer Sam again. I mentioned how confused and worried about the doctor’s appointment, getting there and back, and now, the night Catheter Bag Mystery. She said she’d speak with the warden Deana, to see if she could help. I did mention that many carers tried to get the doctor for me, but they were all but on the waiting system, and the nearest to be answered, if I remember, was Carer Chloe, who was in position number 13! Both the others had a longer wait. None of them could afford to wait that long and had to give up. I assume that the appointment on Saturday is not going to be held. It’s going to be too late to book a lift, anyway. Most frustrating!
It pressed on with the blogging, but it was going so slowly. I kept stopping to take a photo of the rain now and then.
First shots from the balcony.
Second go, from the kitchen window.
Next ones, back on the balcony.
Then, the kitchenette window again.
I think I got up around 04:00 hours. And it’s now 18:00hrs, and the rain has not stopped!
Carer Christopher arrived, I think he’s fed up with my moaning. Fair enough, so am I!
It looks like Warden Deana came through for me again. ♥, as Carer Christopher arrived bearing a bag of Nocturnal Catheter Bags!
Time to get some food sorted out.
Jumping Jehoshaphat! What a fantastic-tasting nosh I made tonight! It was a simple fare: a tin of tomatoes, cheap bacon bits cooked in the oven, and boiled potato cut into cubes in a bowl. With Milk Roll slices bread, and a lemon & lime yoghourt to follow. Great!
I’m in danger of cheering up here!
After washing the pots, I took a few snaps from the kitchenette window. The first one here gave out an aura of mystery for some 
unknown reason. The second one, well, this did confuse me greatly. Is that a planet in the sky? Indeed, is it not the moon at this time of night? A blotch on the lens of the camera? Just another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is already busying away at losing its marbles & sanity? Just thought I’d mention it.
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I left the tap running and was forced to abandon the blog to get things cleaned and dried where possible.
A nice full pouch this morning.
First trip to take snaps.
Not unlike noodles.
I made a brew later and took this one.
Cleaning up done.
He sorted the medications, checked the catheter, and changed
Very tasty!
Liberty-Global TV was down again!
Still, they have to reduce service so they can pay Mr Fries his total compensation earnings of $62m.
Jealous? Me? YES!
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I got my head down last night, about 01:00hrs. I woke up at 01:15hrs. Nodded off again, waking up with an 
streaking up my right leg that nearly me nudged out of the bed. I’m sure I heard a buzzing coming from the leg and bottom! 
would wake those below me up. 
more wee-wee. Hahaha! 
PPs off and sat on the plastic seat.
toenail! Also, I forgot to do the teeth. 
It was some mail that made the noise I heard. I was not in such a good mood then. A damned depression came on instantly as I realised the things I needed help with sorting for the letters. HMG sent three of them! (TV licence), the bank (2) and an unopened one after the shock of the first few. As I got on the computer, a barrage of painful…
We had a drop of rain this afternoon to teatime.
And a ready-made Shepherd’s Pie with a root vegetable potato topping. I made the nosh. It has a delightful
The evening view was one of those ‘everything-had-brown’ in it. 
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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
Getting out of the c1966, £300 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when 
gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the 
. The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling. 
started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items 
on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were
I was working on the ode of the day
created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
I took even more of the anti 
the inserted instructions leaflets.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned 
on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me! 
time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Five minutes after getting back to 
of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh
What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
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like yesterday relented. However, I did have one hell of a mind-blank this evening that lasted for at least three hours. During this, Carer Joanne discovered that I’d cut up and seasoned some mushrooms earlier in the day and left the heat on under the pan when she did the taps and cooker checks for me. I genuinely thought she was joking at first. I went into the kitchen to her, and sure enough, I had. Why the hell I couldn’t remember doing it – and equally worrying, is how I did it without knowing and had no accidents, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops doing it?
was hardly any bother at all, up to now anyway. I’m going to ask a Carer to call the doctor on Monday. I’ll get to the surgery somehow or other. I rankling me now.
Cor, blimey. Must tell the doctor.
My first shot of the morning.
No mud, no rain.
Ablutions & Porcelain Throne time.
Urgh!
To this one, after I’d sliced and seasoned the mushrooms.
Boy, did I season them!
Afternoon view.
I wonder where the liquid in the car park came from?
Beautiful clouds later on.
Two lovely sunset shots.
Smug-Mode Adopted.
I got eight of them in four hours. Haha!
I took these on the new Kodak.
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Talk about a busy, messy, confusing, frustrating day.
and I even found time to have a few short 
to have the yearly fact & figure updating interview. One while Carer Kara and then Carer Christopher were here. 
I woke up rather earlier, 04:14hrs. (I don’t think I’ll even get to bed tonight! (00:24hrs now). I’d passed much urine overnight.
Wee-wee too dark again, though.
I shelled the last of the pod peas. Initially, I wanted to have a meal, but with all the hassle and need to get this blog done, I didn’t have a meal. But of course, 
I found I had made a brew of tea. It was near the kettle; no milk in it, and that was cold too
I opened CorelDraw and got some graphics created for the blog.
Suddenly I had to abandon the blogging to go to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
forgotten all about it coming.
some time.
Again my stomach and innards sent me to the Porcelain Throne. This time the battle between 
and 
was closer. Not only that, the blood was a deeper red. Which indicated that the poor 
had been torn open. The freshly put-on PPs an hour or so ago were well red, as were my bottom and legs! Washing up yet again, having to boil water in the kitchen and carry it to the wet room, a high-risk task, but all okay.
I went onto the balcony for a break from making mistakes on the Wednesday blog. It appeared that it had been raining during the night. The mudslide 
near the end car park had returned. The petricor was smellable as soon as I opened the window. Not many people about this morning. Back into the flat, Carer Chris arrived. Chris pointed out that I was stuttering a lot this morning. I’d not noticed until then. After he’d gone, I made an order for next week, for Tuesday, I think, from Asda. I got a phone call from the District Nurse to say they would not be calling, but they will next week.
check and email me back if she found any. Which she did. She emailed exactly what to put on the Amazon search box. She said the same thing is cheaper from Argos, suggesting I get one from there. So I ordered one. Of course, with the delivery charge, it proved costlier than the Amazon one. I can’t win! Nothing new there, then.
Then came a threat of a £1000 fine via a letter from the Government about me not paying the full price for a TV licence. The letter added that they had permission and that someone would be calling to check that if I had a television, a prosecution would follow. Deana wrote down her telephone number, and when they come, I’m to tell them to ring her. Apparently, several tenants have had one of these red letters. 
The above sunset photos were taken, and then an hour or so later, the ones on the left.
Hehe, there was no catheter bag to put on. I had not eaten, and cooking while carrying the bag and tube is dangerous. There 
were no diabetic socks to take off, which I had not put on. He liked his treats and merrily went off home. Thanks, Chris. Have a good kip. I left the TV on, thinking I’d have time to watch it while eating the meal. It didn’t work out, lol. It’s 01:20 hrs
than never. Humph!
Just before it went over the horison, I, at long last, got a decent shot of the retiring Sun.
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Tired, deflated, and in a mind-haze, I got the much-belated meal prepared and served on a tray. I gave it a rating of 6.9/10 For flavour & taste, it would have been far higher had 
took over the Keep-Inchy-Awake Duties. She did an excellent job of it, too. Humph!
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immediately. So I did. Much less messy this morning. It seems that 
had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for 
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Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids.
I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight 
(Hard to believe, I know!) I dropped the Dettol bottle, bent to retrieve it and hit my shoulder against the sink; that’s when I saw it. I took no chances and used the 
little picker upperer to get it.
losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that 
doesn’t join in with them. Then, I did mayhap the riskiest job of 
every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with 
tendencies and risks. But not this morning; the pain was there, of course – but no injuries! 
And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good.
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Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old 
so much as it usually does. Mind you, knocking the shoulder against the sink earlier, did set off 
, and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But 
Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
I had some brekkers.
17:50hrs: So light out there.
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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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Just asking, like… Not that it bothers me!
I got my head down late, and I fought to nod off until gone midnight. At least I only shot awake twice, well, three times, but I decided to get up then, at 4:30hrs. I was persuaded by Little Inchie, who required a wee-wee. Hehe!
The significant bit about this is how refreshed I felt! Less than four hours sleep, but it felt like I’d had ten or more? Grrreat! I think the Hemp capsules are helping me sleep a bit better now?
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was getting a little rough at times; these episodes continued all day, though never for any lasting time, a minute to perhaps five.
Ah, things did get a bit fraught in the teggie-cleaning and shaving departments! I caught the broken tooth, and a bit more came off, and I vampires some of the blood. Hehe! Then, I managed to nick my right ear lobe with a razor, and boy did that bleed too! The tiniest cut imaginable too? I had to use a lot of kitchen towels to soak it up with. And a lot of the Brute aftershave.
My new Chinese (Hong Kong) was made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, contactless thermometer came up with a body temperature of 33.7°c, which is really low. Tried again with the ear-thermometer. That was better, 34.3°c. The Blood Pressure had gone down nicely to 147/68. The Pulse was 86bpm. Perfick!
A skunk and a clatter from aloof, sniffy attituded Herbert’s apartment above.
Carer Richard rang the ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chime and came in. I was in the kitchen, suffering from a longish and violent attack from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley. I was struggling to stir the tea safely. Good old Richard did it for me. He’s never been here when I was having an SSS session; it fritted him a little at first. He’s a caring Carer. Got the prescriptions taken, had a little natter, and even raised a laugh. Off he trotted after selecting some treats.
I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjana, this time. By, gum, the sky looked like it was getting darker again? I took a snap from the kitchenette window of the front car park, Chestnut Walk.
I waited a while, hoping some birds might fly by, but they didn’t. 
Had a wee-wee, washed, made a mug of Thompsons Punjana, and made my way out into the balcony. To take a photograph of the end car park.
amazingly calm, so I tried to make the best of this… but I was only causing more errors by trying to rush. Then: 
I came across the picture I thought I’d lost, of last nights’ nosh. Some idiot put it in the wrong folder, TSk! 
Checked the beef chunks in the crock-pot. These are Icelands “Extra Lean” beef chunks, by the way. Just look at the fat floating freeing around! Eurgh! I sieved some off of the mixture, and I added some gravy browning and black bean sauce… fingers-crossed for tonights’ nosh! Looks horrible?
Going to have to rest a bit now. An unfortunate visit from Dizzy Dennis forces this. Made a mug of Glengettie and ate a rather delightful mini-marshmallow, which tasted so good! I s
I nodded off, quickly, and a few minutes later, shot-awake, clambered free of the £300 recond-hand recliner, and off for Porcelain Throne visit number three of the day! Giving myself en route, the first good hefty toe-stubbing of the day! Argh! Ahem! I never flinched… or swore at all.
♬ Oh, Susana ♬ chimed out again. It was Phlebotomy nurse Hristina! I immediately cheered up. And girded parts of my loins that had not been fortified since the last time she came! Hahaha! I know; I remember needing the tablets.
Minutes later, ♬ Oh, Susana ♬ chimed out again. Once more, my heart rate increased… for it was desirable Carer Elena, come to do the medications. We had another natter and laughed. thanked her, offering her choice of nibbles and drinkies, she is always reluctant to take any, but I forced her I thin in the end. ♥ She departed, taking the waste bags with her for me to the chute. 🧡
Got the nosh sorted and served up. A bit better this time. The beef chunks that had been heating in the slow-cooker for seven hours or so tasted better cause of the BBQ and chilli seasonings. The black, yellow and red tomatoes were tasty. The fresh garden peas were terrific! The cheese and bean pastie went down well. Rating: 8.2/10. 
