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I’m dejected, depressed, despondent, downcast downhearted, demoralised, in the doldrums and discouraged. Why? I’ll tell yers!
The Red-Eye is redder. The Urine is darker. Cartilages Chloe & Carole are so painful and have given way a few times on me already. The Mystery rib pains are back again. I cut myself four times shaving. Neuropathy Pete has had two unintentional leg dances before 06:00hrs!
Clouted my Cartilage in Chloe’s knee both times. The Cathy Cateter contraption seems to work when only it wants to, having no bearing on how much I’m drinking or not. When I’d finished shaving and taken off the PPs, the blood from 
overnight had encrusted on the Catheter tube, my testicles, thighs and the protection pants. I’ve never had this so bad before. But, naturally, a man of my pain-bearing capabilities and heroic nature, did not cry out and swear, or nearly lose my balance as I started to clean things up, or spit on the floor!
Throughout the day, as of up to 15:00hrs which it is now, I’ve had three leg dances, a minor tumble, and now, had to 
when she kicked off for at least an hour of non-stop jiggling in an effort to dislodge the shoulder socket. Which, in turn, caused so many mistakes on the computer, I had to stop using it until Shirley had settled. Yet, I’m not complaining, for today there were two moments of sheer joy; admittedly, the second one didn’t last long, but still, every minor victory helps.
I’ve paid two visits to the 
, and they were both as near to normal as they have ever been in many a month of Sundays. Nice, not messy!
I realised that I had a cottage pie in the fridge, and planned to have some beetroot with it later on.
I didn’t, because when Carer Richard arrived on his first call, the use-by date was yesterday! Humph!.
Now, the computer is playing up again. I’m not taking any chances, I’ll get the photos on quick before it goes down again…
Oh, heck, that’s dark!
Morning views.
Again, not very good.
Into the wet room to get the ablutions done.
A bloody shaving session today.
The JS Delivery arrived.
I got some of the apple & mint drinks in again; they were popular with the carers & nurses.
Got the bread in the freezer, so as not to need an order Christmas week at all.
Stocked up the treats shelves.
The mudslide returned.
Flowers for the wardens are an early Christmas treat. I hope not to order anything again this year.
Deana could not get to fetch them but will do so in the morning. I hope they last.
The carers’ and nurses’ nibble was box filled up.
My nibbles.
Sod-dit, not feeling well again.
I’ll get some food and a sit-down.
A lot of concentration and effort went into creating this simple sausage and potato meal, with Milk Roll bread.
Flavour Rating: 7/10. The dessert…
Flavour Rating 8.2/10.
The Differences Declared…
TTFNski, Folks!
He’ll be their lawyer?
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Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.
Tried again later.
So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.
Ah, black turning to blue?
Later on, grey fog.
Only three trips today. All the same in nature.
Daily total for internet failures Much better…
The fog was still thick four hours later.
Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!
Aha, I can see shapes!
The day bag often filled up quick today.
Late afternoon, I see houses. Hehe!
Medicationings done.
, the sunshine got through the clouds and fog for the first time today…
Then sank out of view within minutes.
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, along with 
giving way, all but had me over. I grabbed the left at the side of the c1966, ÂŁ300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and lunged for the saviour of the morning; 
, and kept him with me from then on, hoping not to forget to take him. 
Then as I was starting the computer, 
rang out from the door chime. 
coming in. He looked well-tired out, bless him. He got the medications dealt out to me. Then went to check on the medication stock in the drawer in the kitchenette to sort out what needed ordering. 
They thought of the risk of closing down and restarting the computer to go to the wet room for two hours, meaning that I would not be 
concentrating on the task at hand and be worrying if CorelDraw would go back to the old status and cock-up my current joy when I get back to it… But here goes…
Back to the computer. The web was down… I needn’t have said that; I take it for granted nowadays with the Oligarchs Service!
Arrived and we had a bit of a small natterisational moment. Only painkillers are required. She tested the alarm disc for me, and it is working.
Back on the computer, now smelling nice for when Nurse Nichole arrives to do the Severe Frailty Test.
I took a photo of the windy, wet morning from the kitchen window. 
Then, the end window was opened to take a shot of the car park. 
that I was in danger of not getting there in time. But no! I whipped off the clothes I’d not long ago put on, and settled down on the, started doing my best to force something to happen.
go at the puzzle for about 15 minutes. I got some of the answers filled in as well. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Sang a song and yodelled. Finally, realising whatever was in there must be rock solid, I gave up.
I made a mug of Laxative Laxido. It said I think the eyes are not too good, as you know. Mix with 125ml water and drink. Well, I wasn’t going to wash my feet with it, Hehehe! I hope it encouraged the mass of food that is festering in my stomach to get a move on and summon me back to the 
being in total control, suddenly it’s all reversed? Then there’s the eye operations on the cataracts; I cannot see any better whatsoever? The Audio man hoovered out my ear holes, and I’m just as deaf now? Then, of course, the Catheter bag has been in for a year, and I’m further away from peeing of my own volition now. I can’t! Even worse from, the intrusive tubing into the bladder is doing him and me no good at all. 
& bandaging for over four weeks now, so no showering allowed, and daily BO to contend with. Also, both legs 
are still spouting bloody fluid! I’ll not mention 
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I snapped this view of the bottom field just as the rain began coming down again.
The end car park from the balcony again. The mud may have increased a tiny bit, but not much.
The bananas are getting black bruises coming through again. 
Carer Marie checked on some food dates for me today.
Differences
Today’s total of malfunctions from the money-crunching and number manipulating Oligarchs of the world’s worst, most incapable, 
We’ve been promised some snow and rain this coming week.
A simple meal for a sanity-challenged simpleton. The Walls pork pies that were supposed to have pickles in them but were pickleless and tasteless. The potatoes were undercooked, and the beetroot was lovely. Most of it ended up in the bin. Flavour Rating: 1¼/10. 
…ah, yes, it was. On the chart in the morning, I saw that I’d taken his BP. 
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and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. 
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The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad.
The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm 
remember with all the medical appointments coming up. 
morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal 
itself.
Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! 
bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me 
with 
I got the computer on, and guess what?
An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in 
hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog.
I hastily for the Email done again and posted it. 
again!
Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about! 
After this failure from the famously inept 
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Morning…
Why the difference?
Most of the cost went on drink rather than food.
No, I was wrong; I meant Sainsbury’s, not Iceland.
Helpers & Carers bubble box refilled. They like these treats.
Drizzling this morning. I’ll try to keep my eye out for any of the seagulls that go on the hunt today.
The rain persisted as I went to get the ablutions done.
What a change! Constipation Conrad gets the upper hand after the six-day reign of Trotsky Terence!
Thoughtfully taking the crossword book with me in case there would be any long waits at the clinic.
The gal was late arriving, so I got the crossword book out.
I was taking a photo through the bus window, as we went over the speed bumps on Woodborough Road a little too fast…and 
started bleeding in response to my bum lifting off the seat for each of the eleven-speed bumps, and thudding back down on the hard seat.
I did manage one more photo.
Outside the Ropewalk clinic.
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While emptying the catheter bag, 
and prayed I’d not missed anything important, that I need to remember later.
I do recall these oven-cooked Cumberland sausages
That should have been neither.
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03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.
… but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous. 
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
, and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. 
As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear 
. Then, I splashed the Brut 
Tried the new medications for this. 
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bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings. 
them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the
infested left eye.
everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable 
one! However, I can report for once that there were no 
or 
I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this 
little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please? 
It’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!
Grangnagles!
During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, 
owned 
There were still no signs of the 
Took a 
view of the sky to the North.
The rain was persistent looking today.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.
visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, 
than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris. 
at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
and or 
. I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again
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Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the
, and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… 
, as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
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Only one long blast of wind!
arrived as I was cleaning the blood from 
… I spoke with her through the open door. She kindly asked if I needed any help. 
Today, I had to have another strap put on the right leg.
which looked like this.
She put some pads on the wounds, before putting on the diabetic decompression sock, and then…
After both straps and socked legs were done…
and now having chicken legs, t
A Photo of the Asda bits here, I forgot.
I selected three potatoes, to use later to use making some cheesy baked spuds.
I’d got the spuds from the oven, making a right mess dropping bits of potato all over the floor and treading on them, while scraping the flash out of the husks, into the basin with the cheese in it. Bashed them about and mixed it all up. I added sea salt and no-butter butter as I did my best to blend the mixture together.
Back in the oven to crisp up for an hour, and had another feast to eat! After that, I settled down with my legs and feet up on the Carers chair. 
After he’d gone, I realised that the pads had been leaking. No bother; they soon stopped.
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Although it was a good start to the day, albeit later than usual. Excellent coloured urine in the night bag to greet me. Much better!
The two great-unwashed feet. 
I made a mess of the first-morning view photograph taking.
this one of the kitchenette windows with the ledge reminiscent of Steptoe & Son’s from the 1970s television comedy. The white bit on the window is not the moon; it is a reflection of my 
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Afterwards, I actually got the slippers on both feet! This is a 
I put the waste into one bag and put it near the front door in the hallway… which was a good idea cause I don’t have a back door. Hahaha! 
I snapped this
Back on the computer.
Used Cutaneous Only! So I looked this up on Mr Google. “
I’m miles behind with the blogging again. But I saw and had to photograph this evening shot from the kitchen window. Some eerie patterning from hours ago still showed high in the sky.
I got a simple meal prepared, some a simple man, me.
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, and at the same time, I knocked the milk off of the counter and hit my elbow trying to catch it from falling on the floor. I missed, and a splattering of milk was spilt. Bent down to wipe it up before it got sticky, and that set off. Not that it bothered me, of course. 
failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. 
, followed by a few quietly emitted oaths and curses, as I hit my 
against the leg stanchion on the chair. 
Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after 
doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the 
I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, 
in both, to catch my balance… I don’t know why I’m not in hospital. Hahaha! Grabbed 
the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; 
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Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it.
Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.
Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one.
Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.
Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted.
Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening.
Off to the wet room for the first 
man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to 
. Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier 
case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!
I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk!
A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.
As I took this snap of the beautiful sky…
I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky…
What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon.
The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as 
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste. 
droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° 
heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, 
washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! 
