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The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful!
This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again.
Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream.
Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again.
Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water
Back-Pain Brenda complaining.
Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded.
Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and…
Back on in ten-minutes then… five later…
Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on.
Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on!
Computing again… for an hour or so…
Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork.
This took us ages and yonks.
No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Great!
Then…
Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you.
I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out.
Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by
Parole Board Wankers freeing them early?
Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital.
That is if they can find someone to go with me?
Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done
without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the
start of the waiting list. Please, No!
Cheers!
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A Jolly Good Morning to you…
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If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. 
, took off the dressing gown to cool me cool down, and went off to utilise, in response to the early call to the 
. Once0 again, 
was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, 
, after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That 
is thanks to the Carers rubbing in the Phorpain Gel regularly for me for a few days now. Easing the discomfort. But, as usual, the 
started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe!
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got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers! 
Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed. 
I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.
demand number two arrived.
was even more dominant on this visit.
disturbed 
The pins and plates seemed to be looking better.
hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too!
Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.
arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!
The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.
I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. G
chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… 
attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to 
. Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him. 
I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the 
, and turned off the light. Then… 
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against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!
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There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
or 
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to blame.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Still can’t find the toothbrush.
. Jillie had called on me.
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I dread the thought of struggling with this. 
I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
Closed the computer.
Last one of this session.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!
Flavour Rating: 8/10
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
testing, c1968 recliner.
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. 
to blame! 
made sure of that!
! Naturally 
was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep,
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The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, 
A 
was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
I strongly suspect I may have 
. Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. 
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
Aha, a change in the weather.
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I came out of it, and I was sat in 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.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood.
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
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Good morning.
Woke up and took off the night bag.
done, then the.
The day bag had filled up quickly!
took well over two hours this morning.
She took a photo of the 
Morrison’s email arrived, saying it was on the way.
Got some new drinkies in for the Carers, delivery drivers, Wardens and hopefully, crossed-fingered, the nurses.
The fridge stocks looked healthier!
Fresh vegetables, potatoes, oven-ready chips,
Cheapo bread rolls, although they were dearer than Asda’s.
The monthly flowers for LC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk top dancer and Warden Julie; were odd looking to me. They didn’t have any daffodils or tulips, even roses, but sent these as substitutes. They made four substitutions, and I sent three of them back. Phoned the gals to tell them the flowers had arrived.
After a couple of hours of uninterrupted mistakes, errors, grammar failures, and memory blanks, I felt the sensation of warm pee dribbling onto my feet and onto the carpet!… 
I sprayed cleaner and disinfectant all over the carpet (and feet).
Over, I toppled backwards, catching the left foot under 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. 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. Right on the 
! 
Down to the lift, and along the link corridor to Winwood Court.. where the access to the polling booth was blocked off. So I had to go outside and down the road a bit and use the French windows to gain access to the polling section. Two nice ladies greeted me; I was a smidgen embarrassed when I could not find the I.D. My bus pass.
Stopping to take a photo of the flowers in the rest area.
, first
Got the trews off with relative ease, I thought – but that was before I saw that I’d torn the stitching on one leg. Getting the shoes off was no fun. The folds of flesh from the ankles seemed to be cemented to my feet? I merely used the picker-upperer; it makes nice scratch marks on the ankle and tore at them in turn…
A few minutes of pondering on how to extract the plates from the shoes provided me with an answer. I’d use my thick wooden long shoehorn to encourage the swollen feet to release themselves from the grip of steel of the shoes. 
I’m afraid I broke the shoehorn in doing so. 
Fantastic pareidoliaising!
Can you see the long-jawed beasts mouth?
Lovelt!
A minute or so later…
Another minute…
The sun’s last gasp of the night!
Aliens shing a light on us? Hehe!.
Blimey, the creature depiction is still showing?
I think the ingredients were potato and leek. In a white sauce of some sort,
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My Hero, Spike Milligan, who I had the pleasure
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A decent colouration of urine.
Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!
Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Zoomed-in; See the face?
Sunsetting
Bootiful!
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?
But it didn’t taste good at all!
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Ablutions went fine.
Looking a little threatening?
No complaints about the ulcers or ankles.
I foolishly allowed myself to cheer up.
Got on the computer and was doing alright.. until…
I was in the middle of a good run of concentration. With CorelDraw at the limit of its memory, I was doing so well… and got an earlier start… life was for once perking up – Gragknangles! 
a few times, Carer, and domestic calling.
At least the pallet colours were got back again. But not the cockers; they had to be rebuilt form scratch. I’m tired out, hungry, and would you believe that 
Afternoon shots.
Teatime piccies.
After the second-last caller came.
Sunset
Carer’s desk, after the last day Call.
, who gave me a painkiller.
Taste rating: 803/10.
were rampant, thus the jouncing and jolting awake seemed be doing it to me every five minutes! Tsk!
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, that evacuation was over about five seconds after I’d sat down. But the sense of another one was 
on the way, made me stay where I was and had a go at the crossword book. While doing this, and rather successful for once, blood from Little Inchie was felt running down my leg. So I abandoned the crossword and cleaned it up; there was only a spot or two left to come, then back to the puzzling. 
ever-present since. The painkillers were week used today! 
and 
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The afternoon brought storm-threatening darkness. 
gave me something that he hasn’t shared with me for months on end, probably close on a year; an involuntary Right arm Hitler salute! I could have done without that! 
Then bending down to pick up the knives and check for damage to the floor, I hit my head against the freezer door edge! It took me an hour or more to get everything back where it should be. 