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With my constant waking up and struggling to get back to sleep, I decided to get up and try to take snaps of the Goose Fair lights coming from the rides. Undoubtedly, one of the most terrible efforts of nocturnal photography that I have ever made a mess of!
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I woke up and fell asleep. Then I did the same thing 20 minutes later. On about the fifth wakening, I forced myself out of the bed. I battled to get the Nocturnal Catheter Pouch released from the day bag and was disappointed to see how dark the urine was. It seemed about as Dark as my incoming depressions.
I left the pouch on top of the bed so the caregiver could see it and give me a colour rating figure for the NHS Blood Pressure record.
I changed the ancient calendar clock to today’s setting. They were manual when they were made, which I imagine was in the early 1970s.
It was actual Goose Fair weather out there, as I took a photo of the fog and drizzle falling. Later in the day, a rain warning was issued.
As I turned from the kitchen window, my limited anger brewed! The annoyance was aimed only at me. I’d left the hot water tap running yet again! So, it is more hassle as I’ll have to get the ablutions done much later when the water heater kicks in. Oh, lucky me! Idiot!
Carer Richard came in. The lad was on his crutch, and it was the end of his shift, so he was paid with his leg and ankle, which were all strapped up again. He sorted the medications for me and then checked the medical drawer stocks. I’d hoped to remember to ask him to check the us-by-date on the filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, but as usual, I forgot to. Frustrating!
I started the blog, but I encountered difficulty after the problem. The memory messages kept coming up. Inevitably, CorelDraw froze on me while opening! I had to unplug everything to close it down, which meant getting back on, which took three times as long as usual. I’m still unsure if I chose the proper actions when prompted because I couldn’t understand or recognise what many offered me or meant.
CorelDraw restarted without apparent faults, and I started uploading photographs from last night. The bitmap editor was working okay. Then, the computer would not send the graphics or photos to the WordPress gallery. More short-on-memory messages came up on the screen.
I went into the recycle bin and found only a few items in it after yesterday’s Ccleaning. But I still couldn’t get the graphics to the file. I turned everything off again and rebooted. No good!
So I tried Ccleaner again. I was confused when it offered to continue, and it told me that icons and plug-ins would be put in sleep mode if I continued. I bravely clicked the ‘Continue’ button, but I felt nervous. Had I done the wrong thing or not? Maybe, perhaps?
I’ve asked everybody if they can help me get a computer man to add memory to the machine. I’ve phoned and asked three engineers, and none have responded positively, but I am positive I can’t cope with things.
Carer Chloe did the midday call, and I told her about my need to contact the Doctor to see if the two injection appointments could be done together and, more urgently, if they could arrange a home visit instead. I know I’m just adding to the nurse’s and Caregivers’ duties, and I feel guilty. I’ll also need help arranging an Easy-Link there and back home if they can’t do home visits for Saturday’s injections. Chloe did her best, but I think she was on a queuing list and did not have the time to spend helping. She’d got other clients to visit. Chloe said she’d ring later and let me know. ♥ Bless her. I’ll see how things pan out. But without help, I’m lost. I’ll just not have the injections.
A call came from the DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Department at the QMC. I love that title. Haha! It was from Nurse Hristina, who advised me that she would call in the morning to take my blood. Another treasure! ♥
The rain has lightened a smidgen, but it is still falling. I poddled onto the balcony to take a shot of the Citrus Way end car park’s mudslide coming down from Woodthorpe Grange Park. I imagine that the constant flooding may damage the flats’ foundations. But I couldn’t give a toss, as I feel today. Utterly frustrated and depressed with the lack of action and help with any 
problems being actioned on. Yes, I’m sinking spiritually, and stupid thoughts maturing! A frustration like never before. Oh, the rains got a little livelier lately.
Now, If I could get a little livelier…Ha-Ha! The rain is now back to a pitter-patter, but does it matter to me? No!
I’ve just been to check if the hot water had hotted up enough for a shower and shave with all the associated attached duties; teggies, medicationalisationings, catheter rearranging, and getting back on, along
with the dreaded getting the fresh PPs on. The water is heating up, but I’ll give it another hour to ensure it will be hot enough to shave in. I’ll have a go on WP comments and Reader. Not many of either on WP yet; I’ll hoover the room and dive in for the ablutionings. Back in a bit… well, two hours, that’s how long it takes me on average.
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I’m back! The hot water was not warm enough for a shower, so I did the shaving first. I may add that it was a cutless shave, too! My first 
of the day! I searched for what must have been my fifth one today and found the 
cream. number two was engaged! The closest thing to a miracle was getting the fresh PPs on afterwards and reading them for dressing. It must have taken me; wait for it; it took just three minutes to get them on! Honestly! I barely felt pain when I lifted my left leg to aim the foot at the leg opening. Number three!
It was a bit nippy without the socks on, but the slippers had a lining. So I put on the heavy Pancho, or should that be a Poncho? Grammarly seems happy with both. Ah, it just told me that Pancho is not or is the wrong word. Now it’s changed, and Pancho is accepted with a capital P. Gawd! Grammarly is more of a ditherer than I am in making its mind up. It might be a town? (Pancho). I’ll look it up on Google. The answer: Pancho is the nickname for Francisco. Poncho is Alfonso’s nickname, and neither has anything to do with the garment’s origin. I h
ad to read that a few times to understand it. Hehe! Well, here’s a selfie of me in my Poncho at the computer.
After starting the computer, the brightness kept changing of its own accord. It did it about six times, but it seems to have stopped playing up now. Also, the CorelDraw screen suddenly disappeared! Luckily, I’d done no work on it, so I closed it down and opened it again!
My depression, which had been helped due to the excellent 
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Back to normal!
I’m waiting for the teatime medications, Carer. Then I can make summat to eat. I’ll do the evening BP and a quiz graphic for the blog tomorrow.
Carer Promise could not find any night Catheter Pouches. We did a long search for them. All I could recall… or thought I could, was Promise opening a new bag last week, and instead of taking one out, took the lot out. At the time, I was sure this happened. But our mutual search proved negative. Now, with the tiny day pouches that are far too small, I had a problem. Promise called the Carers office and departed, saying he would be back. He returned and attached a 2nd-day bag to the current-day bag. Although both were small, they still overreached the floor when I stood up. This meant I’d have to bend down to empty it during the night. He added that a Carer would call on me a few times overnight to ensure things were okay. This gave me more confidence, and I dubiously thanked him, and off he went.
Naturally, no night carer called to see if things were alright, but I didn’t think they would.
Lamburgers and potatoes with sauce, eating the lamb in wholemeal bread sandwiches. I dropped the pot of lemon yoghourt, it burst open. By then, I was so low with all the problems on my mind that I could get no help with them, and I saw no solutions to put right.
Computer, camera, Catheter night bags, getting to the Doctor’s visit and back again, seizures, glaucoma. Toothache Tiffany, and Ordering medical attachments.
The realisation was that my memory, clarification, cognisance skills and arithmaphobia, thus, these problems and arithmaphobia ensured that my confidence and depression were going to go away or be cured.
I am at my lowest ebb ever.
I can’t rely on my memory, and my body and mind go off on their own routes. Because I can still use the computer, albeit taking so much longer and being error-ridden and maddening. I sense that people are suspicious of my ailments. This may be why help is not forthcoming with my problems. I now think my precious moments of clarity and upbeatness are not good. But at least for however long these feelings appear, I stop worrying.
I’d love to take another assessment at the madhouse in Nuthall. Typing this bit reminded me of the current problems with getting to see the doctor.
The cycle of worries started again.
As I lay in bed, I had dark thoughts. But having to keep checking on the two small catheter pouches broke my thoughts of things!
Someone could show me how, where, and when to order the pouches, straps, pads, etc. from. Write it down so I can remember details and timings. Inform me when I can and cannot request a lift from Easy-Link. That would help. Losing Kara was my biggest disappointment. She would come and sort things, file them, and list them, and now I can’t remember the phone numbers for various sections. I can’t even get in touch with my bank. She knew all about my bank accounts and contacts; she was a brilliant blessing for me in more ways than one.
I can’t blame her for moving to the Carers Office job. She’ll be great at that, too. No doubt the pay will increase, so I can understand her decision. ♥
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Despite the lurking and attacking throughout the busy day, computer and camera problems, Seizure Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, and Electric Shocking Sherida, there was an element I’ve not experienced since… Oh, let me think… erm… 2007!
I got the pouch and went through the same routine as yesterday. Throwing the bag around and shaking the ultra-thick tube until the flow restarted and the blowback pains eased. The nocturnal pouch filled very quickly. Once I’d got the night bag off, the farting diddy day bag filled up straight away. I had to keep emptying it all day. The bending down so often upset Dizzy Dennis. But as of now, 17:05hrs, just the one tumble, but I didn’t go down on the floor; I fell in the c1966, £300 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. 
I sensed the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and made for the wet room to clean and medicate things. Pain and blood, but no evacuations of anything else. I gave up and started to do my other ablutionary duties. Teggies, nasal clearing, earhole olive-oiling, then got shaving. A few nicks here and there, but I’ve had far worse. A good body scrubbing, no areas missed off. Hehe! 
and the man’s breasts with a barrier cream. I left the painful one till last. Dang, dang, dang, Dang! The Nerisone ointmentating of poor Little Inchies fungal lesion. Now how can I describe the pain when I 
rub it in? Dire, agonising, grinding, yes, they’ll do! 
The list was lingering this morning.
turned up and looked after me; it was grand. She rang the Doctors for me, making an appointment for Saturday, October 6th, for the Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) vaccination. Chloe looked at the catheter mess and rang the District Nurses for me. Someone will come out today to check it over. Iceland delivery arrived while she was here. She helped bring the bags in and assisted me in putting some of 
them away. Bless her. She took the waste bags with her as she left. Thank you, Chloe.
it or tried to spread No-Nutter Butter on it!
rap substitutes will be sent; as for the crushing of the fresh food…
Two hours later, as I hope you can see in this photo, I’m glad Carer Sham saw it to prove I was not crying wolf. Sham told me the urine in the day bag was equal to a seven on the NHS chart. The tube was again blocked with brown urine, and the flow-back sensation in the bladder was uncomfortable; I put that mildly, mind you.
The drizzle drop stopped, and I got the Kodak to take this shot from the kitchenette window.
Two sunset photos were taken as I went to check that I’d not left the oven on high and the hot water tap running, too. Tsk! 
Everything is in place; I got the oven warming up for the potatoes. Carer Chris arrived.
Chris took some snaps of me on the computer without me realising while he was making up the medications. I found them on the camera after he’d gone. Bless him. Here’s one of them. I must have been in mid-moan status as I appeared to be grumbling over something on the computer screen. Another cock-up?
The cook-in-the-bag beef and gravy that looked so fatty would be cooked in the microwave oven. It takes five minutes, but I found the nouse to use the necklace timer as I put the potatoes in the preheated oven. I knew that they would take around 40 minutes, so I set the timer on my neck for 30 minutes, and then I got the meat in the microwave. 
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At first, I was worried about the urine being so dark, but I realised it must have been the kerfuffle when I fell in the wet room yesterday, so I’ll not fret yet.
The NCC electrician called. She was a friendly gal who quickly replaced the socket. In appreciation for her help, I was given a nibble and drink. I’ll have to get a new lampshade.
The plaster on a mammoth, massive 2mm wound on my head was showing a little blood, but not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. Hehe! The Carer 
took these photographs using Kodak Tim. The redeye looked to be well-receeded. Did I spell that right? Changed it.
Took a snap of the lovely streaky clouds on view.
I gave the new cheapo camera to Carer Chris. It is no good keeping it. The handle allows two fingers to go through it. The battery cover is loose and very delicate. I shall continue with Kodak Tim despite the occasional blotches that appear in the pictures. And the USB connector it very stiff to get in and out of the camera. And there is no lens cover on it, with fiddly tiny 
buttons. I think maybe I bought a child camera. Still, that suits Chris. His missus can have it. He likes it too! Good for him. 
I pressed on with the Ode, not even started on the blog yet.
Note that the smudge or blotch is back on the screen and photos again. A smidge disappointing cause I thought that these two photographs 
came out okay; otherwise.
Wonderful Cloud Formations.
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He then emptied his nocturnal catheter pouch. Not pleased with the amount of blood that seemed to be in his passed 
urine. He… well, I (Slipped into the second person mode there, sorry), I grabbed hold of 
and off to the wet room. WC duties first, and what a session this one was! The evacuated missile clunked into the WC bowl; it was wedged with about a quarter of it out of the water, and covered with the after-flow of a small dollop of high-quality stinky splashes from 
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Ablutions and medicalisationing tasks were carried out. 
Teeth and gums bleeding. All but went over getting the PPs on; I hate that balancing job. The urine flowing into the pouch looked a bit bloodied. And 
needed cleaning up again and ointmentating. 
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some Phorpain gel on the shoulder where I could reach to rub it in. Oh, and I trapped my finger in the cupboard door. People won’t believe my good luck… or lack of it!
Carer Kara called next. She was in a rush, too. However, she did sort out the problem I had with the TV yesterday. Did it in two minutes. (I did feel a fool not being able to get it done myself) Bless her. She shot off, and I was lonely again, just like when Marie departed. Sad, innit? Hahaha!
I got a snack made up to satisfy my sudden hunger. 
Washed the things, and spotted some unusual activity of Devon close. On, Cavendish Close. 
from the kitchen and concentrated on getting clear photographs of whatever it was that was going on. 
A kitchen window photo to the right was taken first.
Then I took one of the lowering sun to the left of the window.
At this stage, the night Carer called. It was nibble-nibbling Carer Christopher. 
.I almost got caught out when the catheter day pouch suddenly filled so quickly again – all okay though, nae bother. It was emptying slowly for some reason unknown to me.
When to get second and last brew of tea, 
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Gorgeous, even if not as good as they might have been.
Finally got the blog finished and posted off to WordPress.
The baby baguettes at the side of the tray of potato hot-pot, shows up just how measily the mini-sized Parsley Box meal was. 
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Eurgh!
Itchy ankles and legs. Multi-coloured?
Used the new razors… well, I say new; I bought them years ago and lost them. But the Social Lady and District Nurse found them when cramming the stuff in the spare room when making space for the bed. Haha! 
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Well, had to go again…
Haemorrhoid swabs were medicated in the sink.
Kitchen first, first one not so good…
Ah, much betterer!
I decided to house up the spuds before the get more growth on them. Last of the Leicester Red Cheese, and later on, to make cheesy baked potatoes. 
The sun tried suddenly to get through the gaps in the clouds, beautiful!
Not sure why I took another shot?
A later snap.
Sunsetting.
Closer shot…
Ah, I missed the stand… Tsk!
Another improvement?
The Cheesy Potato Feast!
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Think I got the legs mixed up here?
Richard put on the new boots, but without the ankle straps, as I thought the nurse just said leg straps to go on again. Coming back through the door, the ankle gave way… luckily I hit the wall that was only 2 feet distant from my elephantine body.
Virgin went down. For over two more hours! Kara checked on her mobile with Virgin, to see if any problems were in the postcode area, same as yesterday ‘None’? Oligarch Liars!
The red-label tea bags are nice and strong.
Trying some different PPs this month. In hopes that they do not hinder poor little Inchy’s bladder tube. Some baking spuds. Kitchen Towels and jellies in place of cheesecakes to cut down on the calories. Treated myself to some parmentier potatoes.
Surprisingly there was still room in the fridge?
Waste bags sorted. 
Brightened up a bit.
So took these shots of the housing.
Nurse Hristina arrived from the Anticoagulation DVT Warfarin Clinic to take a sample of blood. ♥
Looking a little bleak at teatime?
I think I may have missed some.
I ate all of the mixed mushrooms left in the jar, a soya pie with gravy, and the last of the chips. Had these with two thawed out wholemeal cobs.
Washed the pots, and sneezed as I mounted the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and I had a little nosebleed.
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arrived to wake me up, and took the straps off. And yes, they itched like mad! Hehehe!
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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.
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!
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 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 
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 
much as I repeatedly tried.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights 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.
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. 
order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen.
Off I went to the small room again.
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. 
vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
is filling up more quickly again. 
I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat!
Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent 
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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!
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, the sunshine got through the clouds and fog for the first time today…
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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.
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To Date!
Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!