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Possibly, just perhaps, well, at least in the last week, this morning was the oddest one yet. For a variety of reasons, which I will no doubt get mixed up and out of order. But I’ll do 
my bestest to explain.
04:20hrs: First, I woke up with an unexplainable… well, Zest!
I found the nocturnal pouch of urine to be a lighter colour than of late. An urge for a mug of Glengettie came next, and off to the kitchen, I poddled to get the kettle on. Then, I took a snap 
with Kodak-Tim of the morning view and realised it was only 05:00 hrs. I decided to have an early wash and shave, being as I was feeling almost chirpy. (I knew it couldn’t last, so I made the best of it.)
Then I noticed that the kettle was not working. I toyed with the connections and plug for a while, but it did no good. It wouldn’t have it! But on top of the cupboard was a kettle I bought about a year ago. The problem was, how do I get it down from there? I ended up using the long picker-upperer carefully, but I got it done safely enough. However, the base plate was still up there and at the back near the wall. My desire for the tea drove me on.
After a little thought, I fetched the 3-step ladder from the junk room. I could only manage two steps, thanks to 
, in particular, the back of the knee emitting severe pains. But my determination to get a brew of Glengettie was strong!
I managed to reach the plate using the small picker-upperer. Finding that it and the kettle needed a good cleaning up before using it.
This is when the stubbing of the toe took place.
Undaunted, I got the dust of and out of everything and the 
kettle on the boil.
Moments after taking a photo of the Jenny donated china mug on the left, is when I knocked it off of the counter with the dressing gown sleeve. I caught hold of the mug as it bounced off of my overly abundant belly. Thus, spilling some tea on the gown, me and the floor!
My previously rare morning zest was flattening down now, and the idea of making another mug of tea did not appeal to me. I felt a brooding coming on.
I got all the waste bags sorted and placed them near the door.
Then I decided a darn good wash and shave was called for. So, I took off my dressing gown and wobbled along to the wet room. The wobbling was caused by the catheter fitted yesterday, which has a thick, massive, long tube. The release valve tap was so low down it rested on my foot! It was not easy to reach down to empty it, which was my first task 
as I got inside the wet room.
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was again in full control of the evacuation. Cleaning up was a heck of a job, and it was difficult with the long catheter on and using the walking stick.
Still, I freshened things up and cleaned my teeth. The bleeding soon stopped. There was a funny incident that I realised about much 
later when I got around to uploading the photos. I dropped Kodak-Tim from the dressing gown pocket later, and while making sure nothing had broken, I took the selfie above, catching the image in that shaving mirror, Hahaha!
The shaving ended with a cut count of only two; oddly, one was on the ear lobe? Beats me too!
I get the body scrubbed up; it takes longer nowadays. What with the monumental girth I’ve acquired since I’ve become flat-bound, bending down is so difficult and painful. The Cartilage Girls 
& don’t help. I suppose on the bright side, if I ever tumble forward, I’ll have a chance of bouncing back up. Hehehe!
Then, I decided to mop the kitchen. I used the Flash speed mop for the job—a mistake that was!
It appeared to look okay afterwards until I walked into the place. The soles of the slippers stuck to the tiles, and I could hear and almost feel them squelching as I walked on the floor.
Now, my mood was almost reversed to what it was earlier. I noticed many bits of something very small still stuck on the floor, and a Carer mopped it last 
week. So, I had to get the mop and bucket brought into action. Gathering several leg bruises on the way from the walking stick as I mopped one-handed, then 
found somewhere to lean again, to bend painfully down to hand wring the mophead. I even got Kodak-Tim out a few times to record my progress. Now, I was 
worried about my sanity. But I was pretty happy with this second proper mopping job done.
As I went to clean and store the mop and bucket, I realised that I’d not done the morning medicationings for many regions of my story, plump, wobbly body. So I did.
I put on the Acne cream. Then, I applied barrier cream around the fungal lesion and barrier creamed the tops of the inner legs and the ever-growing stomach fold. Then, I Germoloided Harold’s Hemorrhoids. I put on a fresh dressing gown, made a fresh mix of spring water, put the old dressing gown in the laundry bag, and noticed the clock. It was 08:55 hrs.
I’d been so concentrated on and frustrated with the Whoopsies, cleaning, and farcical morning that I wondered if the Carer had been and if I’d forgotten about it. I checked the Carer’s log, and there was nothing on it for this morning. At least I didn’t have to worry about that.
Later, Carer Sam arrived. She listened to my tale of the morning’s woe; bless her. Finally, I made a belated start on finishing off yesterday’s blog. I was calming down nicely.
, sod-it! The Google and Firefox thingies went down at the same time on me!
I could do nothing for an hour.
I tried all the usual stuff, but the mouse was working, not the keyboard.
I kept getting messages coming up that meant nothing to me. I was near to dismay.
Then I got Norton Messages telling me a series of numbers were safe; no action was needed! Was Google healing itself?
I gave up and turned off the whole shebang.
I was sitting feeling sorry for myself when the intercom 
sounded. It was the delivery of Medical stuff from Vyne. Boy, did it take some sorting out?
Yes, it did. I had many things on my mind and worried about 
the computer, too.
I didn’t know what all the things were for, but indeed, they must be connected with, for, or part of the dreaded and disliked
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They look awfully complicated to me. But, then again, so do women, Putin, arithmetic, Judges, the Conservative Party, and Doreen Dementia.
Ah, I recognised the painkiller jet thingies that the nurses shoot down Little Inchie when they have to put new tubes into him. Oh, they are good! Haha!
When I returned, I turned on the computer with my fingers crossed. Well, I never did. Google was working again. I was nearly too stressed and tired to appreciate it at first, but a semi-imitation joy crept through my brain all the same.
Carer Christopher arrived. I gave him a cold drink and a bar of chocolate. I chatted away, but he missed most of what I was saying as his fingers belted away on his mobile phone. Hehehe!
I pressed on with starting this blog. It is now past 21:00 hrs. What a day! Where did it go? I’ll read this and find out later.
A caregiver is due on the last day, anytime now. So, I think I’ll put the vegan slices in the oven. Well, I’ll put the stove on, and it’s ready to heat up.
I finally had the meal of the day and enjoyed it, although the incident with prepping the potatoes slightly tempered my enjoyment.
I’d got the instant mash into the bowl with some sea salt, basil and a large knob of No Butter, Butter. Then, I added a packet of grated 
Leicester Cheese to the mix. I added some freshly boiled water and was about to set it to give it all a good mixing. Then I noticed some mould on the bits of cheese!
I’d discarded the good-dated packet and kept the just-out-of-date packet of cheese! Luckily, the unopened packet was retrieved from the waste bin after I chucked the bowl contents into a bin and re-cleaned the bowl. 
I had to start the potato prepping all over again. Which meant the veg pasties were tastier. I thought the cheesy mashed potatoes were Pareidolianiable. Can you see the chick or rabbit on them? No? It must be me, then. Hahaha!
At last, a photo to be proud of was taken. The blotches were all hidden in the dark night clouds. Is it like the surface of the moon with a volcano erupting? I may ask the Tate Art Gallery if they’d take this one. If not, I can always display house bricks on a wooden palette, 2024 style. I could spill blood on them, break them up for them. I could call it Putin’s Pallette, perhaps? Haha!
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Well, the diabetic socks were not removed last night, and the muggings here forgot to ask the Caregiver to do so. So, as I woke at 05:30 hrs, I realised that my planned mission of getting an early shave, sh+t, and shower was in tatters! For I could not get my socks off without help. But having climbed out of the hospital bed with a monumental effort, I decided to just leave the socks on until a Carer arrived and have a shave and old-fashioned wash at the sink straight away. This takes me back to over 70-odd years ago. When we had no hot water, we had to boil pans, kettles and saucepans on the stove and coal fire to have a wash. At least I have heating and 
hot water now. I checked after thinking this to make sure I’d not left the hot tap (faucet) running. No, all was okay!
I needed the Porcelain Throne first. It was another messy affair, too. I cleaned up the porcelain and finished the teggies.
attention to the medicationalisationing needed.
bottom’s extremities. Next, the delicate operation of completely drying the skin and applying the Germoloid ointment to h
a drop of the cream on my hand, which was surprisingly painful. I seemed to have 
acquired some bruising overnight on the wrist? It didn’t look fresh, so maybe whatever happened occurred yesterday, and I’d not noticed it. Did the nasal spraying next. 
cream was applied to the forehead and right wrist, and it would have also been put on the ankles, but I can’t reach to do it. 
I made a good, strong mug of Glengettie tea. Oh, no! For a change, I had Thompson Punjana Gold. It’s pleasant enough but not as tasty and lip-smacking as the straight Thomson’s Punjana. 
brew, Glengettie this time, and the Pareidoliaising caught me as I took this photo below of the clouds. It’s been overcast more 
or less all day today. The Kodak Tim photo blotched actually gave the nearer smaller cloud the impression of having an eye in the head of the monster or giant bird?
A blotchy-indeed later Kodak-Tim shot pg the horison.
I went to the kitchenette to plan the meal of the day.
A pretend Beef & potato pie that was none-meat. Nice! I halved some tomatoes and cooked some oven chips. 
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Minutes after coming out into the hallway, I had to dive back in and on the Porcelain Throne.
I returned to the medicine drawer and took two of Morrison’s Anti-Splatter capsules.
I suppose it might have been caused by last night’s vegetable and beef dish, which I enjoyed so much. It contained a lot of vegetables, gravy thickener, and even a splash of liquid smoke.
Took a break from the irritating error creating on the computer, to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Took this blotch-ridden 
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What a fantastic set of small clouds Kodak Tim could take from the kitchen window. Contrails, blotches, and tiny puffs of cloud seemed alive as 
they were being blown about so easily. Great!
I thought I’d have one of the Carer & nurses nibbles. I found this Snickers bar cooling in the fridge for the next one to call. Guiltily, I tried to eat it with my mug of tea. The teeth bled, 
Took these two cloud shots as the sun came down.
It is close to the time for the last Carer call. The last one said the belated prescriptions ought to be arriving soon. He told me that two medications were run 
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I have blogging duties. I needed some cartoons, and I spent three hours trimming them up and getting them ready to use on CorelDraw, which, dare I say this?
A change in the meal stakes today.
Later, I added a drop of tasty Polish Krakus beetroot Borscht and Winiary seasonings. 
The sun was taking its time getting through.
What a change to an hour earlier that was!
This was a great cloud formation not to miss.
I baked some potatoes and added them to the saucepan.
I was pleased to see the plane’s contrails showed up so well in this Kodak Tim snap of the sun on its way down.
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Zoomed horizon.
Whoopsie!
Templates had to be made. Took me hours and hours!
Ready-made smoked haddock meal tonight.
Sadly, I didn’t enjoy this. Humph!
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each time I had to communicate with a Carer, and a few times when I was doing the talking (usually moaning about some ailment or other, Hehe!), I completely lost what I was saying or going to say. Yet, in the Comment Section on WordPress, I seem to get inspired. Is that the word to use? My concentration and interest peaks. No sooner than leaving the page, the bafflement returns.
05:15hrs: I stumbled out of the bed, which I couldn’t recall getting into, and was on the bottom of the fall bar. I laughed it off. 
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first. This is when I began to lose what I was talking about.
It was in the same mode as the earlier one. I had a wash and got the medicationalisational needs tended to
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little delicate when I lifted the leg or genuflected that knee. 
getting the mature, expensive nappies on. I mean, Protection Pants on. Haha!
The food order arrived.
No shortage of feed now. Cornish Pastie, Lamb & Beef patties. Turkish beef, potato rostis, potato hash browns, Vegetarian sausages, Surimi chunks, whole milk, spring water, medical plasters (I shan’t be eating these!), cans for treats, and a few pots of baking powder. Oh, and pork pies.
I struggled with blogging all afternoon. 
on preparing and presenting the meal. 
I was still looking. Haha!
I Kodak Tim’d a final horizon shot of the ribbon of unique colours on view from the kitchen.
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A much disturbed night of sleep. But little bother all the same. As soon as I got back from the hospital, I got undressed and left the clothing on the floor… so tired!
, they were copable with, I just drifted back into the land of nod each time.
As I woke, I could sense the itching from my covered forehead. I could also see the flakes of skin all over the quilt. Tsk! I rose and nearly tripped over the clothes I’d left on the floor in my fatigue.
being pulled about. I checked to see if anything was leaking. And what did I discover? The flipping night bag had nothing in 
it! Come think of it. I did wake up with the innards rumbling. I went into a Sherlock Holmesian mode and had a look. Had a tube come off, was one blocked, had blood from the fungal lesion blocked it? No. I’d not opened the tap!
So, off to the wet room to the Porcelain Throne to check things out pr
encouraged to move. Still, I had a go at a new crossword in the book. Not that I did well, because I didn’t. Spit!
Tee sun broke through the clouds, and very pretty they looked, too. Despite the blotches, I tried again to get one that would be 
blotch-free.
there, watching the clouds, for ages, almost talking to them. Then I got Kodak Tim and tried again for a snap. They looked a little darker this time.
I took advantage of the lighting, thinking I may get a decent crisp photo of the housing on the street opposite. That’s the one with the suspected drug growers on it. It came out alright, but of course, the usual blotches were there. I try to ignore them now. Hehehe!
The sun suddenly took a dive for some reason.
I made up a sachet of relief drink soda and took a Senna tablet. I’m determined to get some action going from the rear end! I also decided to have some of the vegetarian 
sausages with tonight’s meal. 
I took this shot with Kodak Tim through the balcony windows.
It took a while to cook the meal. I saved everything, and as I got ready to close down the computer, I decided to have a mandarin in an orange jelly pot!
I kept snapping away at the unique cloud formations that blended with the death throws of the sunshine.
A ribbon of white on the horizon in this one on the left.
There are veggie sausages, tomatoes, and potatoes
I washed the pots, and before climbing into the bed (it’s a high one), I spotted and took my last snap of the day through the balcony windows.
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Phoaw!
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The forecasted storm did not appear.
Beautiful sky and clouds. But, the blotches seem more numerous and larger?
grubstakers, speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-crore, plutocratically, con-artists. Artful deception, flimflam, hokum, legerdemain, clandestine
some painkillers, and she put a new plaster on my teeny weeny head wound. I’d taken off the plaster earlier, and it bled a bit. But, I doused some Brut aftershave
Fancy that!
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At first, I was worried about the urine being so dark, but I realised it must have been the kerfuffle when I fell in the wet room yesterday, so I’ll not fret yet.
The NCC electrician called. She was a friendly gal who quickly replaced the socket. In appreciation for her help, I was given a nibble and drink. I’ll have to get a new lampshade.
The plaster on a mammoth, massive 2mm wound on my head was showing a little blood, but not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. Hehe! The Carer 
took these photographs using Kodak Tim. The redeye looked to be well-receeded. Did I spell that right? Changed it.
Took a snap of the lovely streaky clouds on view.
I gave the new cheapo camera to Carer Chris. It is no good keeping it. The handle allows two fingers to go through it. The battery cover is loose and very delicate. I shall continue with Kodak Tim despite the occasional blotches that appear in the pictures. And the USB connector it very stiff to get in and out of the camera. And there is no lens cover on it, with fiddly tiny 
buttons. I think maybe I bought a child camera. Still, that suits Chris. His missus can have it. He likes it too! Good for him. 
I pressed on with the Ode, not even started on the blog yet.
Note that the smudge or blotch is back on the screen and photos again. A smidge disappointing cause I thought that these two photographs 
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Wonderful Cloud Formations.