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What an expensive day!
The usual getting things wrong, forgotten about, dropped, lost, back-to-front, or the many dithering moments guaranteed another 24 hours of anosmia. With eyesight that put me in danger as it would get worse momentarily; Dangerous on my hobble to and from the Optician. Where, between them and the Ozan food store, I spent a small fortune!
Two costly eye medications bought, the Smoked Knuckle that I couldn’t resist, and cash to pay the Easy-Link from the thingy in the wall in Sherwood. I was out of the flat for about five hours, and returned having spent on the glasses, medications and shopping treats… over £320! The Bank Balance is at its lowest for years now! The eye is still bothering me and as I said, making me a bit nervous. The eye this morning, is even more painful after having the cream and spray put on last night.
A Fed-Upperedness-Lingers!
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Night Pouch.
NHS Scale 4
Sprayed the slippers.
Kitchen.
Kitchen morning view.
Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Rushed around getting things ready for the trip to the Opticians.
Carer Kara arrived. No eye drops were given. She said she will try to find out for me whether I should or not be using them still. ♥ Medications sorted.
Had a bash at doing the blog, but within ten minutes…
I set of with the I hoped all the things I needed in the three-wheeled-walker trolley. Old spectacle frames to have the new lens fitted into. My wristwatch, bus pass, mobile phone, the beloved Kodak camera, and some cash. I set off on the journey to the opticians. I went down in the lift and took this snap of the information board as I got out of the elevator.
I walked outside and down to the Winwood foyer. This was to escape the drizzle and high winds.
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.
Down into Sherwood, got off of the bus without any tumbles or falls this time. Up to the crossing, over the road and into the opticians. Where the three pretty young lady assistants pampered me a little… I loved that! They seem to have taken to me? Another mystery! I was helped with the trolley into the examination room. But on my going inside…
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped me get up the steps to the WC.
Back to the test room. It must have taken her well over an hour & a half with all the tests needed. The outcome was costly!
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound. And there was me, thinking it was my natural charismatic charm, humour, and good looks that were getting appreciated by the staff. Hahaha! It must have been three hours after arriving, I was freed, to get some cotton pad (Not wool) from Wilko. Who, of course, didn’t have any in stock. But I let the girls select a can of pop of their choice from the trolley before departing to Wilko’s.
I hobbled carefully down to the Ozan store.
I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato. Got some cash from the machine outside as I left.
A danged expensive trip this one was!
Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers
caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.
I got inside the flats and was commandeered by ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s office. This is used as a holding cell and an interrogation room. Only joking!
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
The new ailments had to be added. Har-Har!
This took a while.
Back to the flat.
Along the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!
Back up to the apartment.
The knuckle and the potato.
The potato was put in the oven on low heat.
Tried to catch up with yesterday’s blog.
Gave up, and checked on the potato in the oven; it needed a little longer. I sat in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and nodded off with 
being kind, as well as the 
giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. Collected the dropped items from my getting up, and got back down into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner… but not for long… I got the nosh sorted and started to dine well.
Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; 
tune.
It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the 
and
on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
No painkillers were offered, and, as I found out in the morning, no night pouch was added to the day bag. I think the lad knew from earlier how tired I felt with the trip out. He was off quickly, telling me to get some sleep, bless him.
But it was not to be!
Again the 
raged. No peace, just reminders of past errors, mistakes and shameful moments, relentlessly. One incident from 1957 was thrown in this time. This is getting bad, I wonder if I can get any help with this problem?
Has anyone mentioned it to Rishi Sunak, yet? Hahaha!
Still, I’m eating well!
Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!
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Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.
End car park.
Sky to the West.
had gone down for the fifth time!
Black Outs grew to a current total of…
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the 
, until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
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You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to 
failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and 
several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
was sticking a bit, and no 
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Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for 
yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the 
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Then to the East.
& 
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, while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming 
day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out!
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The first effort after waking proves the point.
Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old 
. Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price! 
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made.
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
Evening Sunset
A close-up.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
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, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of 
, and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop. 
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route. 
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A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of 
ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!
The left foot & ankle were looking better.
The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think
On with the blogging photograph sorting
Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!
As the big one was in the laundry bag.
It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.
The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow. 
So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!
with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!
I was in a sad state by the time I got back.
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Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that 
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, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!
I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.
Not so good
Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
Got down to a shower status
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana.
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!
The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!
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The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night
, as the once-attached day bag on 
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.
The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. 
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to people who have helped me, later in the day. 
read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries 
Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
Back to blogging…
So beautiful mind you! I did some 
on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak. 
Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!
I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that 
is so gorgeous tasting on the bread.
I had a go at blogging again.
I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at 
Of course, it’s gone up since
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It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the 
& 
I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
More advice in a safe environment.
With 
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suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.
Going down just once!
But 
was in a different mode this time!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And 
I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my 
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, I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly 
at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
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The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive. 
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today
A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry
The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle.
