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FOR TODAY
When they come to fit my unwanted smart-meter…
They’ll have to cut off the power,
I’ll need to reset the shower & hot water?
Most worryingly, my computer,
Reset the TV, playbox, & router,
The panic/assistance alarm speaker,
Two landline telephones connected to the ether,
Showing my electrical ignorance & Naïveté,
Time for panic, worry & and thinking waywardly,
Fear, depression, frustration, concern, & misery,
Trying to find & adapt to feel hopefully,
Will I cope with Whoopsiedangleploppery?
Now, as I type, I’ve got amblyopy,
Caused by bewilderment, fear & perplexity.
District Nurses tended to the Lymphorrhoea Leslie,
Thought the leg was doing well, ideally,
But the right foot was still in agony,
Thanked them, sadly, they went away.
They were up to their necks in it, and very busy! 💟
Still awaiting the call from Neurology,
And the mystery parcel from UPS, hopefully, for me,
The kind Kaftan washing lady, 🌺
The nurse, to take blood, Warfarin for the DVT,
Awaiting the Smart Meter, fretfully…
I wound myself up dyspeptically,
Forded into having one, I disagree,
British Gas is acting so oligarchically,
But there’s no option, it’s not discretionary,
This bugs an already pissed-on Inchie!
Concern & fear of their cutting the electricity,
Put Duodenal Donald into declivity,
Anne Gyna’s started showing new activity,
Do I consider British Gas derogatory?
Absobloodylutely!
I opened the balcony doors and windows last night before I settled into the hospital bed; it was flipping well hot in the flat. A bad night, as per usual, disturbed repeatedly for the usual reasons. The need of the Porcelain Throne, each time I nodded off, I’d jump awake within minutes. Then, a couple of my famous “Worry-Bug” episodes. I’d made up a bottle of water for overnight from the fridge, so it was cold for a while anyway. But WBW (Worry-Bug-William) wondered if I’d turned off the taps and closed the fridge door, so I just had to struggle out of bed and into the kitchen to check. All was okay. I got back into bed, determined to get and stay asleep!
Minutes later, WBW was concerned again. Had I turned off the taps in the Porcelain Throne room?
I think it took away my depression & worries of what would happen this morning with all the callers due, at least temporarily. I’d not left the taps running, but I had left the light on. This brought to mind the unnecessary, unwanted, and unneeded electricity meter that the Oligarchs are putting in anyway.
That set me off worrying about reconnecting the computer, phone, alarm, router, and so on.
Yet another crappy night with a pathetic amount of sleep. I plumped into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner. But it does come in damned handy to use to drag myself up after a tumble, trip or fall. Around 04:30hrs, still no sleep and with 
kicking off, I gave up and got up. At least, although not on top form concentration-wise, and dog tired with the attentions of 
, starting to grumble, still, it gave me time before the callers come calling to do 
A good start, as I got into the wet room…
Somehow, 
suddenly wobbled, and down I went, hitting my chin on the WC raising bar! But, I only went down on one knee, and 
. I was able to claw my way back up on my legs using the sink and basin. Heroically, I 
pressed on with utilising the 
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A messier affair than yesterday’s! Clean thing up, and boldly ventured to start shaving… yes, even after all the blood loss from my previous shave, I showed no fear. Okay, 
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However, by the time I’d finished shaving, I’d got three cuts, and I spotted I’d got crimped red marks on my chin. A real mystery how that appeared. Unless it was from the contact made with the sink during my initial tumble? Medicated reachable area in need of it. No rushing, because I knew I wouldn’t have time to post on the blog, and it was still early. (I didn’t realise that I was going to get on this blog, then)
Carer Ejaz arrived, spotted the markings and cuts on my face. And told me to buy an electric razor. Ejaz performed a body check and massaged Cetraben cream on the areas I couldn’t reach. The back and feet, for me. The swelling in the legs had decreased, as had the swelling in the feet, but not by as much. I still couldn’t get the slippers on. Ejaz forced them onto my feet for me. Hehe!
Still awaiting the installation of the oligarch’s electricity meter.
Received some treatment from two district nurses.
By 15:00hrs, the oligarchs, neurologist, INR nurse, and the Catheter Nurse had not arrived.
So, I set about starting this blog.
Expecting an arrival from any one of them at any time. Silly me!
Oh, I did take a few photos. I’ll see if I can get them to load into CorelDRAW.
Late morning view.
Today’s arranged visits. Hahaha!
Put the TV on when I started this blog.
Still awaiting the arrival of the people installing the oligarch’s electricity meter.
No seizures at all, as far as I could tell?
Still awaiting the installation of the oligarch’s electricity meter.
Bootiful!
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Morning view
Legs on waking were looking much calmer.
Erm… can’t remember taking this, or why?
Carer Elaz snapped the top of my head.
Then the hand injury. He put cream on both of them and then on my feet for me.
Food arrived.
No-butter butter spreadable.
These might taste good.
Fridge not overfull!
Nurses & Carer shelves.
Green/brown tomato sliced and put in the no-butter buttered wholemeal rolls. Two Sileasian sausages, red spring onions, beetroot and some beans. I seem to have run out of peas.
Gorgeous flavour!
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Starting with Nelson Cigarettes,
I stopped smoking when they went up to 3/6!
STUCK IN THE LIFT ON A SUNDAY!
Decent colour
What an ablutioning and medicalisationing visitation this morning. Go wrongable? It did! Huh!
. Then the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived in a bit of a hurry… 
controlled evacuation, which exited at the speed of a torpedo, followed by the usual splurty detritus. Cleaning it up with all the bending needed gave new life & vigour to 
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. It also took me that long to clean up, so that the water in the bowl had gone cold. No problem, you say? Just empty it and refill it, you say? Well, it was for me! 
the floor and mats. (Huh!) 
rang out, and Carer Manpreet came in. There I was, starkus, with blood streaming down my head… I had to ask Manpreet to pass me a pair of PPs as I’d run out of them in the wet room. Which she did. I was given the medications, and Manpreet cleaned th
e wound on my right hand where I’d trapped it in a kitchen drawer the other day. The feet seemed a lot 
less filled with oemeba fluids, but they soon refilled again as the day went on… and on, and on. I may not sound happy this morning, there are a few reasons for that. Losing Carer Joe, being the main one. As soon as Manpreet departed, I scurried back into the wet room to continue finishing the shaving.
, the water for washing the feet had gone cold again!
As I began to finish shaving, I’d forgotten about the cuts earlier and swiftly added to the total. Which, as Carer Manpreet had said earlier, added to about twelve. Not now, it’s now sixteen, as far as I can gather. These, along with the three in gash from the other day, make me want to take the advice of Tim Price, and go ‘caveman!’
what I would usually leave till last. Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmentating. I was trying to be careful with the dropper… but dropped it! What a Plonker! 
It is only a tiny bottle, but all the liquid flowed away on the floor before I could get 
down to retrieve it… 
the thenar space this time, with a plaster. A good job; I keep some medications in stock for emergencies, just in case of any accidental injuries, falls, or walking into a door. Tsk!
they were cleaned, creamed and treated.
Made infinitely worse because each bout from
brought me back to semi-reality. And I couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything!
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A scratch, a bruise, a tiny abrasion, 
The nocturnal pouch is still attached and shows the red foot, not the white one. Hehe! At least the oedema swelling on top[ of both feet had died down a little while I’d got my feet up. I fell asleep early, but woke up and got up in a semi-confused state, suspecting I’d just had a seizure. Judging by my concentration and balance, they are all over the place.
Took this view from the kitchenette. I then 
Manpreet took this photo of a hand-wound for me. She used the barrier cream. The photo used in the Ode, the very poor, out-of-balance one, I took earlier. When Shaking Shaun was visiting me.
I went to make a mug of tea, my first one of the day. And, I’d been up for nearly five hours already. I’ll pay for this later on, big time.
The Iceland stores order arrived. The driver kindly put them in a line, blocking the doorway, so I could move one at a time. I took some pictures of the food bits, but without the SD card in the camera. Humph! Obtaining the photo of the carriers is another aspect of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, which also includes hobgoblins, spectres, gnomes, phantoms, grotesque succubi, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, and spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Duncan, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, concentration, and logicality were already well on the wane. 
The tea had gone cold, so I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of Co-Op 99 tea. Taking the above snap of my feet & legs, I noticed that they were even more pronouncedly white on the left and red on the right. The oedema fluid had filled the top and bottom of the right foot, making walking more difficult again. Oh, and painful too!
Made a brew and back to the blogging.
I assume it was, anyway, that kept blurring my eyesight so much that I had to give up on blogging. These ‘Blur’ periods have been lasting for a few minutes at most, then the vision clears again. Not this time; I was still struggling when making the meal, after switching to reading glasses.
Making and prepping the meal was spoiled and harassed by the arrival of 
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were amongst the ailments that were displeased with all the bending down I had to do. Only the innards that had just had their hunger satisfied didn’t complain. I was in such agony in so many areas of my body.
that I had to get out of bed so often. As I recall, to check that the taps were not left running? Had I locked the flat door? Then I realised that I’d forgot to ask the Carer to fit the nocturnal catheter bag. The fight to get out of bed and 
the bending down again to find and fit the night bag prompted 
to come overhead, and sink into my psyche. So, virtually no sleep. 05:30hrs: Somehow, I forced myself up to start the day with a gloom that had never been with me before.
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I don’t say this very often, but this morning went pretty smoothly… it didn’t last long. It was helpful having two visits from Carer Joe, who will not be calling again this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and his last day will be on Monday. I am deeply heartbroken. I’ve never known such a willing and genuinely caring Carer from this company.
washing or shaving. The oedema in the feet was a concern. But the leg was doing well. I had one red and one white foot at the same time!
Concentration was all but disabled with having so many recoveries to make in a short time. This is the first photo of the view taken earlier. 
After taking it, I burnt a finger, spilling the hot water from the kettle when Shaking-Shaun visited.
I made a start on this blog. Not too successfully so far, but I pressed on nonetheless. Which was a bloody daft thing to do.
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Not to mention all the other problems, mental and physical, that somehow seem so much keener, cruel, and almost soul-destroying.
Plenty of sunshine today. But I dare not go out in it. The heat would make my oedema worse, and possibly blind me.
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The memories needed for Inchies’ Ode,
Legs this morning, on waking up.
Legs this afternoon. Looking better, but the feet are still dodgy to walk on. When they go down enough to get my slippers on, things may improve.
Late morning view.
Catheter drink made up.
Afternoon view.
Trapped my hand in the drawer.
A Pareidolia’s Delight, evening snap.
Carer Ejaz saw the beast straight away.
I was well fatigued and tired, and forgot to put the tomatoes on the tray. Tsk!
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A miserable day, as revealed by the Ode above.
Early morning
Later in the day.
Very late at night.
He’s still with me, on and off this morning.
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Wee-wee shade
Mornings first view
Later view
Got food out for later.
Morning legs & feet shots
Afternoon shots
Face in the clouds, Circled
Slurp! Gobble!
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Far too deep a colour this morning.
Morning view.
A smattering of rain came later on.
Started blogging. Made a mess of doing the template for today’s blog. What a mess again. I was concentrationless all flipping day. No wonder I’m further behind than ever!
Ejaz arrived as I was struggling to get started on the template. Not the lad’s fault at all, but after he’s gone, I totally forgot where and what I was doing, and ended up starting from scratch again. Frustrated!
Not a pretty sight.
What a state they are in, and the right leg is so much thicker and harder than it was yesterday. With the left one getting that way, too, now.
Started to get to me, especially with me getting the spirit-shattering news late in the day.
visit for several days and actually enjoyed preparing the food. No logical reason, but I felt great, actually started singing to myself!
Added two Siesian sausages. (Not hostages)
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Grizelda came along many years later,
So many blanks for today. This one on the left is interesting, though. The sunshine on it indicates I may have, or someone else did, take this snap in the kitchen. No memory of it? Ah, maybe it is an old one I picked out by mistake? Because I hang dressing gowns over the kitchen window when the sun is out, to reduce the chances of annoying Glaucoma Gladys if the sun hits my eyes, and I often temporarily lose my balance and vision. I lost a lot of things today, concentration, my mobile phone, the haemorrhoid ointment, and track of what I was doing as I did it!
WeeWee nice & light.
Early morning view. 03:35:hrs.
Carer Manpreet, I think, took this snap of the ankle. Showing the 
Dad for a lift, she got home. I told her and asked if what the midwife had told me was true. She casually replied, as she lit up a Park Drive cigarette: “Yeah, but I took to you, a bit later on.” How reassuring for a four-year-old. No wonder I went on to get Dementia. Tsk!
I got the potatoes delivered from J Sainsbury yesterday. Intending to boil them in the slow cooker for later on. 
others, like blackheart, can indicate rot and make the potato unsafe to eat. I saved half of them that looked edible. And I put them in the crockpot on a low setting.
Put to marinate.
Looking good!
Final Meal!
What a view!