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The snow had fallen overnight. It was so cold in the kitchen, and my having developed a cough & cold was bad enough. But the heater in the kitchen was still not working! When I put the computer on later, it said it was -2°c (28°f) in Nottingham. So it must have been lower than that when I got up.
It’s these 
visits, as much as things that constantly go wrong, which are doing my head in. Shaking them off is getting harder than ever, and they stay for longer and have been more frequent over the last two days. I must force myself to ask for help with these things. It’s stifling my sense of humour, confidence and hope. Someone who might read this can help me. But then again…
Makes things seem worse. I’m sure that I’ve got arithmaphobia and am not getting help with the banking problems that I can’t cope with. Also, I know one shouldn’t, but I listed my significant mental and physical difficulties on the web, and now I think that I just may have Huntington’s disease. *The first symptoms of Huntington’s disease often include difficulty concentrating. Memory lapses. depression – including low mood, a lack of interest in things, and feelings of hopelessness. Stumbling and clumsiness. Well, that’s me to a tee! And relatives suffered with it in years gone by.
Still, what do I know? Now, I just want to free myself mentally, and then the physical side can be looked at. As if I’m going live long enough for that, Huh! The catheter has been in for about a year, the urine stinks to hell, and nothing is being done other than three tests where they removed the entire; let me try to wee manually overnight. They returned and did a scan to find the bladder was still over ⅓-full. Put the damned painful tube back in and carried on… what a Carry-On! Haha! 
Arthur Itis, the Cartilages, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Hard of hearing Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Lymphorrhea Leslies Leaking legs, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, the problem with my vision… I’m sick of these things going through my mind & brain whenever 
kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.
I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know. Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!
Moving on…
I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! I barely made it. But did make a right mess to clean up after the evacuation finished.
Phwor! Worra mess!
I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! 
The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched 
and made 
a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a better picture, as 
much as I repeatedly tried.
But you can see the settled snow in amongst some of them.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I leant out the window, to take this one of the Winwood Court’s front car park.
There’ll be some car owners waking up with their cars in need of snow removal and maybe de-icing as well, and besides. Poor things.
I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on.
That’s the one I suspect has two drug-growing houses on 
it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe! I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to.
Back to the wet room. Same procedure as the first visit. Smelly! Messy!
By the time I returned to the kitchen, the light had increased, and I had another go at getting just one reasonable photo taken. I gave up.
I made a brew of Thomson’s Punjana tea and got on the computer. Initially, it worked and connected the first time. I foolishly thought that maybe, perhaps 
had improved their utterly abysmal record of failure to get a signal situation.
Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad 
had struck six times. Everyone ruined what I’d done! Gits!
A blue hue, to the view now for you. Drops of rain were falling now and then.
The carer arrived at 0945hrs.
I found a Sister Jane email had been sent this morning. She had received a call from Meridian, telling her to let me know that the carer would be late or not come this morning. It’s unsurprising, with the weather out there and us living up a steep hill.
I assume that the Iceland delivery will not get here as well. The roads are atrocious. Carers must have been unable to get to work. No problem with my Iceland 
order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen.
I’ll not starve… or freeze now that the kitchen heater has miraculously unexpectedly started working again.
I took two photos of the weather view through the balcony doors from the computer chair.
I felt sure I’d caught a seagull in the second effort.
But I’ll be blown if I can see it now? Humph!
Off I went to the small room again.
Not a lot was passed, but by Jimminee, it was so foul smelling that I used the fresh air spray in the wet room before leaving in a hurry. Hahaha!
I am still coughing regularly today, and a sore throat seems to be developing.
Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. The cars on Chestnut Way were now losing some of the snow from the side of the 
vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
The mist and possible fog seem to be getting thicker, and the temperature is lowering, according to the MS computer, for Nottingham, than it was at 06:00hrs this morning.
Good Heavens!
is filling up more quickly again.
The day pouch slipped right down the leg with the weight.
Considering how tight I had the leg straps attached, this surprised me.
Then again, maybe not. I’m definitely in a lighter mood than I was earlier. Naturally, this can change at any time… at the first cock-up I make, signs of bad news bring back memories of my ailments and/or the list of jobs undone yet. Oh, and if should take a tumble. But I’m enjoying it while I can.
Well, the food is not coming. As anticipated. I just got a message from Iceland. I’ve got to book another delivery. But the weather is not good, so it may happen again. It’s not their fault; I’ll try to cancel it.
Getting on now, better get the can of beans opened and the leftover, just out-of-date bacon in the oven.
I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat!
Tate-Rating: 805/10. Really enjoyed it, too. Washed the pots and got settled in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, put the TV on, and swiftly fell asleep for half-an-hour. Care Richard woke me up on his last call. Fitted the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and issued the painkillers to me… that’s all I can recall.
Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent raving away at my past demeanours and mocking my being in my current pathetic mental state. Making everything sound my fault, I believed him, and guilt crept into things.
TTFN, each!
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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Mug of Glengettie. My having to go out with trousers on, I did not drink anything else, in case the bladder did the dirty on me like on the last visit, and suddenly filled up, and the pouch dropped down my leg and I had a messy job of getting to the WC while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggled to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag!
Through the balcony window. It was -3c.
Got it done in time, then sorted out the needs for the visit to the QMC. Got down to the foyer in plenty of time, and utilised the crossword book, while waiting for the Easy Link lift to arrive. Which came a little late. But with the state of the icy roads, I expected it.
Set off, with the nice driverless avoiding the speed bump route, after I mentioned the bleeding haemorrhoids from last week’s lift. Bless her!
Winchester Street icy- Hill.
Don’t remember taking this one at all? I was also confused as to how I’d got a different shape of photos from 
EENT arriving, area freed of ice, Security Guards.
The driver dropped me off; she had to dash off for her next customer, so as I was walking in through the front doors of the EENT…
filled and fell down my leg. Once again, 
Got lost finding the treatment room, but someone was at hand to tell me it was at the end of the pointed out corridor, left through the double doors, and that’s it. I thanked them. They sent me to another corridor, but I found that one easily enough.
Took this snap as I fought off falling asleep.
I took this snap as I settled in the minibus.
Despite my not having drunk anything for several hours, the day pouch was already half-full after the emergency emptying at the hospital? 
went down six times
The day pouch was soon filling up after I’d started to drink the water again. But still, a reddish colour that flowed into the pouch!
I think it was Victor, but could have been anyone with my lack of short-term memory, who sent me this photo of Sherwood. Yesterday or today’s scene? 
BBQ sauce and bread, and a pot of jelly.
The Lace holes.
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The first-day pouch emptying.
What the heck is that in the bowl?
It’s still icy out there…
The bottom field is, too!
Far end protected by the poor trees?
The pigeons were only on one rooftop?
Took a tumble. Nae bother.
To Date!
Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!
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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 
again. Not that I’ll 
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.
evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe!
to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another 
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 
& 
‘s hassle?
I got the computer on, and guess what?
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!
arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’.
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 
, and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work.
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Well, it beat me; why was it so dark?
. I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched 
Oh, dearie, not only did 
catch me out, but as I tried again, 
It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha!
At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.
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It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.
I sorted out the waste bags.
Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tasting
seasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.
daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed 
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has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ 
It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn. 
However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.
As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away!
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, the tube yanked inside the little fella, causing more blood loss, but this is nothing to a man of my stature. I could see blood coming through the pink bandaging that Nurse Sarah had put on the right leg, yesterday. And as I tried to raise myself from the depths of the crumb covered from the cheesy curls I’d nocturnally unknowingly eaten, I was shaken like never been before via 
and 
, they ensured me day-long fears of having a fall, tumble or stumble. But, as of now, I have coped well with them. I am making sure I try to take the stick with me every time I move about. 
does not give way just like that, and his pains stay a lot longer… yes, they are guilty! Hehe!
arrived
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Two-tone leg straps and bandaging.
Waste bags sorted.
The Iceland order arrived.
Exceptional no-meat meat slices today.
They had beef in them, and they had carefully ensured that the food was ready-crushed to save my few teeth when I ate them, I assume. How kind!
Substituted milk roll loaf with tasteless white.
Got the Carers & Nurses nibbles box filled
Nice little clouds.
The papules can be felt bleeding under the bandaging.
Found this new to me word.
Differences displayed.
Mopped the kitchen floor.
nearly had me over at one time. But I managed to stay perpendicular. Just!
Going, going…
Still going…
Close up…
Ah… Gone!
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arrived & took off the diabetic socks, and told me to phone the nurse, and not to put on the straps again until the legs and ankles had been checked out. There were new bleeding leaks, and both legs were covered in acne or eczema. Left a right mess getting the socks off. Also, the red-eye was looking worse than the other day. The lad was fed with nibbles and a cold drink, thanked home and off he went. He’d still got two more calls to do before he could get to his bed.
Took some photos from the kitchen.
Bootiful!
leaking legs. She said they would not be out today, but they will call to take a look soon.
Thanks, Kara.
First Car park photo.
Took this moody shot of the gravel path up into the park and the Tree Copse on the left. Which was not a good idea cause I got all soppy about not being able to get to it anymore.
It is getting light quickly now; it’s another car park effort.
She set to sorting the legs out. 
arrived as she medicated the water papule hole on the right leg just above the ankle. She asked Ben a few questions, but he didn’t know the answers to the enquiries.
Left black, right a sort of yellowy pink. Sarah said she’d return on Monday to check the wound and acne.
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This had to have been taken, between my leaving the hovel, and getting back a day or two later from the Clinic. It felt like it to me; there were that many happenings and a few Accifauxpas to boot today.
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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.
. But what the hell went on to get me this appointment? Puzzled, I sat down to have a think. While it suddenly dawned on me, I have an appointment with the Doctor on the same day and time as in the appointment letter, and would surely not be able to get a lift with such short notice anyway. 
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.
Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty Global, took home a salary of $ 62 million in FY2.
Worst Internet Blogging Day Ever!
Good shade.
Actually, I drank this one.
And somehow took this one of whatever it was?
I’ve no idea?
However, I did find the one above on the SD card.
At least, I thought it was. I had a go at the crossword.
Then, after a day or two (Hehe!) Trotsky Terence
Not sure I meant to take this photo…
The fog came down.
Got some potatoes in the crock pot.
I left it on a high setting.
The fog turned to a mist, clearing now?
dropped down with the weight of the urine as I stood up to reset the router for the eleventh time. Another 
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, stopped the bleeding quickly enough.
All sorted out.
Top to the left, centre ahead, & bottom one to the right.
A Great disappointment.