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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
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Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. Confused, even more forgetful. Back-Pain-Brenda, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Little Inchie bleeding, as were indeed poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the teeth. Then as I was about to get my head down in the early hours of this morning (Saturday), one of the right lymphatic leg leakage gysers burst open! Anyway, I must at least try to keep to at least an imitation of the events’ chronological order. (Which it is already tp late to do, innit?) But the chances of that are best minimal – in fact, I can guarantee they and the grammar will leave you as confused as I am! Tons of things have been missed off this record. Due to my impressively effective habit of losing things – like the notepad I wrote all my notes on… the hearing aids, which I got out to show Kara two days ago, and have not got the foggiest where I put them! Oh, and the new reading glasses have absconded as well. I’m not sure whether to blame Dementia Doreen or Cognitive Impairment Iris. Maybe the constant pain I’m in is sending me a smidge more doolally than it normally does?
Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.
Ten hours later, with little in the way of memory, and realising the notebook had done a runner. Liberty-Global Virgin Media had gone down at least…
Back-Pain-Brenda had forced me to take extra forbidden by the District Nurse, painkillers. Then, poor Little Inchie started bleeding as I bent down to retrieve biscuit barrel, and hit my head on the edge of the cabinet. The left Cataract eye, felt like it had glass in it, and assisted Confusion Conrad in making this a terrible day for me.
Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result! Zilch!
The toes remain in a two-tone shade.
Sorted the evening bags out.
I do recall Carer Chis coming n the last call of the day.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me?
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.
Got the Wednesday blog finished at long last, and posted it of just before midnight. Realising as I did, that the potatoes on the crockpot had been cooking now for about 18 hours!
I went to investigate the condition of them… Haha! They were fine! Just right, but they had been in a low-heat setting.
I put the cheese & onion pasty in the microwave and went to attempt a wet room evacuation on the ? Porcelain Throne…
No, nothing moved. I might have my stomach blow up if I don’t get a clearout before long.
Got the meal served up, and washed the pots & pans. Nothing exciting I know, but I enjoyed it all the same. So tired out now, still with pains and aches, especially so with Back-Pain-Brenda and Little Inchies sufferings. Flavour-Rating: 7.6/10!
As I was just putting the dish and cutlery in the bowl of water to wash them… 
slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the 
was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
One of the Lymphorrhea Leslie water geysers had burst open, and the fluid coming out was spreading from between my toes, all over the kitchenette floor. That’s why the stick slipped I think? No panic, though! Oh, no… just the most humungous pissed-off session of my life! Which turned into a self-pitying bout of depression at my rotten, ever-worsening state of health medically and mentally.
I was so looking forward to getting some sleep after being up for so long and suffering a horrendous day… well, much more than 24 hours. Now, I struggle to find the tapes, bandages and pads, which I have never applied on my own before. I found the equipment quickly, as the flow of Lymph fluid dwindled to just a slow seeping-out stage.
Let’s face it, there couldn’t be much left in my body to come out after the imitation Niagra Falls event! Hehehe! It felt like I was wading through water as I got into the other room with the assorted medical stuff.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!) I seem to recall several worries at this stage. This is not unusual as Tom Jones sang. I’ve to clean the mess up in the kitchen yet. What if I can’t stop the flow?
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?
The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
Inchy’s Ode to Getting Old
A picture I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier,
Today has been worthy of a two-finger gesture!
The hurt, confusion, and mental conjecture,
I miss nattering, a good blathering or clishmaclaver,
Old age brings ills, lurgies and conjecture…
Fears, and worries, one can’t disencumber.
I used to ruminate, contemplate, consider,
My brain’s now an expert at ecdemomania,
I was considered a flibbertigibbeter,
I often wonder over life, whysoever?
Philosophy is hard when one’s not clever,
Although, I used to be a willing forgiver…
Oh, forgive me, I’m starting to yatter…
Although, does this really matter?
I’m also known as a prognosticator,
An empath, clairvoyant, or prophesier,
Closer to the grave, I’m more of a toeier,
Now the brains getting slower, foggier…
Just to think, I was a half-decent squash player,
Ageing, deciding, opting? No, I’m now a procrastinator…
With physical and mental pains… it’s a bugger!
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A FEW OLD ODES
TTFN
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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.
Ah, I’m pretty good at bathing in the front room.
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Well, where do I start again?
night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired 
to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area…
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as 
activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
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I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Yet again!
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. 
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
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Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home,
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Not the worst of days, by a long chalk,
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of 
. It took a while. Then it 
was off to the 
empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. 
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows.
cause the food arrived.
keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! 
them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. 
Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.
Busy here!
wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too
By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this!
The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind!
, 
. Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water.
To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and ab
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more?
. also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, 
, and 
are ever-present too. There are others, of course! 
etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called
Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well.
As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
And very nice it was too!
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Not a lot (As Paul Daniels used to say), of urine in the there. And it was a bit too dark-coloured, compared to the usual morning shade. A lot of itching from the area where 
tube was inserted. I had to resist scratching things. 
Not easy, and I weakened to the urge, and things started bleeding a smidge. Not that it bothered me at all. 
developed, off to the wet room.
I think that both 
and 
must have been in the midst of a battle for superiority this morning?
I put some of the new Terbinafine creamed under each red armpit. 
To the kitchen to make the first brew of tea.
arrived as I was washing the pots from last night. I was a little disoriented for some reason. Likely the concern of visiting the 
and doing three things at the same time, then having to concentrate on the medications. 
to be changed today, and set about doing so. He did a good job, too; thanks, mate.
Back to the blogging, but most of what happened after I stopped doing it last night, had gone off into the ether. As did several of the photos I took, the meal, a view and ingrowing toenail were all pictured… I’m sure they were, but not on the SD card again! It has to be doing something wrong.
brought the laundry back for me.
started. Going to be a hard job this morning, with having to get dressed. Getting the PPs, and trousers on, is painful & dangerous work. Hehe! 
arrived, a stiff knocking on the wet room door informed me. Hehe!
lift. And got down with the thee-wheeled-walker to the main lobby. The driver was just arriving, bless him. I could have taken some photos with Kodak en route… but forgot all about having it in my pocket till I got home… (Spit!) I paid up my debts first thing.
The nurse woke me up, and for some unknown reason to me, en route, I walked into an office, thinking that was where we were going?
, fell down on my ankle… and: 
: It pulled on the inserted tube, resulting in Inchies 
.
had suddenly filled up – she stood guard again for me.
Got in the flat, and the trousers off as soon as I could – Oh, the relief!
arrived. Put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me, and medications were given. Little natter and laugh.
Stopped to get the nosh done. Having the herb potatoes tonight.
… Oh, No! Nor did… a possible I.D. for the new gal… any suggestions would be appreciated… M.C.I. – Miranda Charlotte Irene? No, too long… Ah, what about MIChaela? or Mind-Mugging-Micheala-?
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Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging 
today. 
was not so bothersome, but… the
were back again. Humph!
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. 
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above.
Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place?
A Pareidoliaing success here.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little.
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Would you believe it – 
, 
, 
, barely believable…
Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is.
Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup.
as one of my ailments, there are times, like this incident, when 
can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as 
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prevented me from moving for a while. I grabbed the Pain Gel tube, and somehow managed to get up on my feet without tripping over the 
Struggled to get the thick slippers on.
Emptied the night bag, wrapped it and binned it in the appropriate bag.
While the Internet was down, I tried to read the letter from Nuthall Hospital. But it was hard work with the spyglass. I asked a Carer to assist to make sure I got the time & date right. Put it on the calendar.
While waiting for the Liberty-Global owned, Virgin Media to start again, I realised that it must be the demand on the system my Royalists wanted to see the Coronation? Or would that be right? Would it affect things? 
I titivated the Carers stable a bit – and sod-it, 
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were joined by 
all increased their agonies inflicted on me. I know full well that I should not take Ipobrufen, but the Paracetamols are not doing anything to ease the pain at all, so I took one. 
He informed me that they had been given the wrong area code, which is why the parcel was not delivered yesterday. I confirmed it with him. It will be arriving later today. After ringing off, I wondered how the food had been stored, cause there are some fresh foods ordered? Later a driver called me, couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, but gathered he needed instructions t
Set about sorting it out.
Got it opened and the things sorted…
This should see me through without an order next week.
Goulash etc., fit for a king!
There had been ice packs in the box. But with them coming a day late, they were now just bags of water. Got some meat for Sister Jane as a treat.
We couldn’t work out what cloth it was. 
ten minutes of the performance. But found it a little sad in a way.
Potatoes, vegetable loaf and the swede & carrots.
Vegan ice-cream.
Just after midday, I think!
Front car park.
Pareidoliaist-time here. Can you see anything?
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Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down three times today, thus delaying me even more in my own mission of getting the blog done!
Morning view.
Close-up of home extensionings. Coming on well?
The bottomfield, is getting greener!
Ablutionisationings!
The dreaded water carriers!
Ablutionings done!
Spuds in the crock-pot.
First catheter pouch emptying after the nurses had left.
The second shot of the home extensionings was taken because I’d forgot I took the first one. Looks like some more work has been done?
Went dark in the afternoon.
I see so many things in these later clouds!
Bootiful!
Wider shot.
A wider shot reveals so much!
Later, looks like are waves approaching?
Sun gets through as she gets lower.
Took a zoomed-in shot…
Farewell…
All gone!