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GOOD MORNINGETH EACH
04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my 
. The colouring, using the NHS chart guide, was number five. I’ve had it a lot worse.
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the 
visit. 
had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with 
… Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma. 
And to think that I was in there two days ago for over an hour, desperately trying to encourage the cement-like, clunking against the porcelain, torpedoes that eventually, painfully escaped. Yet both modes produced some bleeding from 
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The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
Tea and bikkies time… and why is this so?
Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again!
While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors 
, has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or 
invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all. Anyone (customer) leaving Virgin Media will have to go with another company that is almost guaranteed to be owned or part owned by ! Hello, it’s come back online!
It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven.
Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from . I then sorted out the laundry bag.
It didn’t take me long. Then did some preparations for an early meal, later. 
came back 
online… it does that sometimes.
I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down.
It is the largest one of all the 
.
Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and 
varied between blue and brown colouring?
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they 
do show some changes; for the better, I think.
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against 
anything, but I took extra care.
The puss that was coming out of the 
, had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too.
In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute 
. Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one 
on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it.
Marvellous Nature!
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent.
I got the nosh started.
The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up.
A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10!
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed!
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as 
rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while.
He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire
Not from work I that 28 years ago!
But to my second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
In search of sleep.
TTFN
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My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs 
& the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, 
writing with
, 
, naturally
Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if 
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken 
, or mayhap 
alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe! 
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)
The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of 
was performed, without any further 
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Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going…
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They outshone their own usual incapabilities today. 
eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second 
drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.
tormented mind.
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Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted
Kitchen
Check on the being done-up house below.
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) 
Soda waters
Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). 
Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free
Bakery Section…
Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. 
Food cupboard stocks.
I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful 
ensured…
I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the 
, and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes.
In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.
and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes!
Ah, that was nice.
And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
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the most annoyingly regular 
routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later. 
Early meal – Very Nice.
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Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through.
split papules oozed liquid.
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Gorgeous!
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I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…
but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the 
had given in the battle for supremacy, and 
was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe!
. Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on 
, which made me jump, and pulled it again!
spirits a smidge! 
Medications now, other than the.
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No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. 
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view. 
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my 
area. He did a good job with it too
Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the 
left leg…
Then 
right leg
There is
We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds.
he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the 
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the 
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
sunset
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A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the 
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
I got the computer on. I hardly need to tell you this, do I?
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
two. The data analytics manipulators, the specious, untrustworthy, money-juggling, dubious, substandard internet suppliers, and legal financial 
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at 
courtesy of 
, a cracker it was, too. 
saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
. As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Tidied up the Catheter.
I love these brown nights.
also bleeding!
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on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood.
I got the 
on the Ottoman en route.
Apparently, accidentally taking this photo?
Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of 
. Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had 
not got any pod peas. Grrr! 
The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!
The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.
Took this grim-looking picture.
Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside. 
The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was.
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A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued
:
: Wot, yer on abarght now?
uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
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I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me.
I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and 
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing 
me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen 
than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed.
The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on 
their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
! As 
! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. 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 as leverage to get back up on my feet again… 
, I had a good 
The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.
The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving.
you have guessed? Yes… another 
bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This bro
Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. 
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. 
To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about.
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch.
I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.