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WEDNESDAY 7th AUGUST 2024
THE COMPUTER IS IN NEED OF FIRST AID.
At minimum, a corrective operation.
Maybe it’s due for a cremation.
BSOD Blue screen of death often comes on,
This helps the rhyming motion,
Lost files, at least a hundred and one.
They disappeared, they have gone…
Carer Kara is to telephone…
For computer doctor to pop along,
But no time to today. My fears are at Defcon!
Four times today, it’s frozen…
I worry, expecting the computer’s extinction.
I can’t get help or information…
I feel I’m existing in isolation.
Sinking into depression and frustration!
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I turned off the computer on the fifth BSOD. I tried every trick I knew to find out what the problem was, but I failed. I think the messages telling me the computer is low on free memory are indicative and possibly the art of the issue.
Tried again but nothing after the intro would move.
On the third try, I got to add this to the blog.
I hope it works for posting in the morning.
I dare not use up any more memory.
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I missed the sun & cloud?
Gorrit, this time.
I used the ready-made mini pot of gravy for the meal. It saved a lot of time in preparing real gravy. Shake the pot rigorously, then microwave for one minute, wait 30 seconds and heat for another minute. What could be easier?
I’ll tell yer… making proper gravy! It took me that long to clean the splattered inside of the microwave; it would have been better to have made it from scratch! Hehehe!
Still, it tasted fine.
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🎶 Goodness Gracious Me! 🎶
However, drying off, I hit my shoulder on the edge of the door. 
, so I did a bit of cleaning up 
with one hand while waiting for her to cease.
, Cartilages Carol and Chloe didn’t give me any trouble at all! Is this a turning point? Is this going to be a half-decent day? Is luck about to change for the better? As I was finishing of in the wet room, I heard the door chime ring! It was Carer Richard arriving. He sorted this morning’s medications and checked the stocks in the medical drawer for me. I insisted he took a cold drink and some nibbles in appreciation.
Then, the silly thoughts I had earlier about my luck changing for the better were discarded. As 
I’ve never had so many in a single day before. It’s a blessing that they were for a very short time (up to now, anyway 18:00hrs).
now. So I took some while it was light. I went into the balcony. 
I cut my finger opening the window and took this shot showing the backs of 
some of the houses in view
two days, shape, thickness and colour-wise. These beautiful 
I found this photo on a current CorelDraw page.
into the ether? Is this going to happen with all my future cameras? No, I think it must be my error or cock-up somewhere. Tsk!
Letter about a new ailment they think I’ve added to the list of them; it is called 
at the moment… no, I take that back. 
give one up the right leg from the ankle. My computer screenwriting and icons all have a shadow of themselves. I’ll give up and try to catch up later.
. The already-dried blood from earlier leaks was pulled off as the tube moved as I stood up. 
scenes.
Well, I got one within 10 seconds. Ahem!
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Gotten Himmel!
Cleaning up took ages!
The ankles looked so much better.
The first-morning shot of the day.
The computer is on. I made a start on this blog, but not much. 
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They kept visiting me for varying amounts of time, ranging from a few seconds to ten minutes or so. I’m fed up with these!
eded some pain relief. I doused the mouth and teeth with the Pain-relief-Spray several times throughout the day. Probably a little too often. I also added a 20g Nurofen Meltlet to each bottle of the spring water that I have to drink each day to keep the urine flowing onto the catheter. I’m fed up with this, too! 
The Memory Blanks kept coming. 
remained a permanent, perpetually pestering, penalising, paralysing, spirit-pulverising, problematising, sanity-purging, perduring, pillorying, and punishing persistent all-day partner that I could well have done without! 
The hazy morning tempted me to try the new Kodak camera to take a couple of shots from the kitchenette windows.
houses came out too well. It was a little blurry, but the whole scene to the keys was a smidge hazy, as was the sky. But it was gorgeous to me.
Inchy got them, but not within the 10 seconds.
, arrived.
I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I took these shots of the sunset as it disappeared over the horizon.
Taking these shots a little later while in the kitchen.
I sprayed some of the pain relief on my teeth, then carefully, slowly, almost delicately, ate the snack. Nice!
I had a stroke of bad luck – (As if I needed to say that!)
gave way, and at the exact same time, I got a high-voltage shock from the right ankle via 
. Resulting in my going down on one knee and hitting my head en route to the floor. The waking stick fell first, and the knee on top of it!
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After Chris stopped laughing at the slight scratch on my head, he took a photo of it.
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Night pouch.
A bit of rain overnight.
Bless him!
The petrichor smell is beautiful.
Then, when the new child monitors were delivered, please make a note of that, eBay aficionados. DELIVERED at the time specified, not leaving me still waiting in vain hope and unaware of when or if they will even get here at all! Grumph!
I struggle to read the instructions, even with the new glasses on my head. And Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was not letting me grip the parts I had to open. I rang 
, to tell her about the arrival, and she and Desk-Top Dancing Warden Julie. came up to see me. That was so nice of them. ♥
The two of them soon got the thing working for me. ♥
Late shots were taken over an hour or so.
I prepped and served up the meal.
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After many false starts, lack of interest, and repeatedly nodding off again, I felt the motion in the innards. Rumbling with the odd, almost sloshing sensation at times that threatened the return of Trotsky Terence’s return. But not yet of an urgent nature, more a pre-warning, methinks.
As I was taking this snap of the removed from the catheter nocturnal pouch and saw the terribly deep colour, the need for the Porcelain Throne became more intense. In my haste to ensure I got to the WC on time, I 
had a couple of Accifauxpas en route. 
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was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did…
, to give way.
tube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. 
Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the 
belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
On to the blogging.
The Iceland Man Cameth.
Popped the bags in the doorway for me.
Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy.
And some treats for myself.
I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then 
I didn’t!
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Sorted the night pouch. The next task was the utilising of the Porcelain Throne. After a long slog, the first of the three 
tungsten steel-type sausages was released. The second one was not too keen to escape. Several Oohs and Arghs later, it was released. A moment later, I was getting on my feet to sort the after-the-release cleaning out. I had to hastily get myself down again, just in time, too. The final flurry produced a tough, 
tiny torpedo that hurt more than the first two put together! Hehe!
Zoomed in shot of HMP Nottingham. Opened in 1890 as a city gaol but was reconstructed in 1912, and until 1997, served as a closed training establishment for adult males. In 1997, D wing and E wing were opened, and the prison became a category B local establishment serving local courts in Nottingham and Derby. Currently holding 1,200+ interned villains. 2
The biggest drug raid done by the police in Nottingham was at these flats. They found drugs worth £1.2m in one flat. In which four immigrants were living free of all charges, awaiting a decision to be made. Only one was charged and is still waiting in the same flat for him to be deported back to Lithuania. Perhaps they will drop him by parachute?
Home from Home. Nottingham City Hospital
Pod pea preparing – a nibble pot?
Afternoon view.
Afternoon shots of the sky.
Dizzy, double vision, I had to give up on the blog.
I fell asleep. The springing awake continued, so I got up to check the taps, cooker, etc., and apparently took this photo.
Ahem, I found it within 3 seconds!
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The first shot was taken, and n20-minutes later, I took two of the soon-to-disappear suns.
Then the vegetarian nosh
I had more troubles today. The one thing that really got to me was my inventiveness in clearing out all the unwanted files to save memory on the computer
Sorted the pouch emptying and straightened the bedspread.
Of to the wet room.
The food order arrived.
The morning clouds
The wee-wee kept coming.
I spotted the press-on cup hooks looking a little weathered. I took them off and cleaned them and the under-counter part.
Still warm and light.
An hour later.
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The old showerhead is breaking, and the new one is not working. I left the hot water tap running cold again. My eyes fade far too early in the day, and I have double vision, with shadows on the letters and words on the computer as and after typing.
giving me some stick and occasionally failing. And 
pains. 
bleeding. Even a 
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stinging away at me was almost acceptable! Naturally this happens when there is no one to call for help at the weekend.
04:10hrs: I disconnected the side-saddle nocturnal catheter pouch. (Later on, Carer Kim said it was a 6 on the NHS colour card)
I went to the kitchenette to put the kettle on to have warm water available for self-ear watering and took a photo of the view. Later, I found this one on the 
right, on the SD card. I can’t understand why I took it.
tooth pain-killer in the mouth and did the first ear flushing of the day. Over the day, I did five flushing of the left ear, which seemed to 
help a little. I also used the toothache spray six times and took painkillers.
I offered nibbles and a drink in thanks. I got the photos mixed up earlier; this is the one taken in the morning. I fear there may be other errors in this blog.
Also I refilled the Carers & Nurses nibble box earlier and missed it off or got it mixed up in my muddles, pain-filled head.
I think I took this one later, with the first cloud shots way above.
myself. Hehehe!
At least the ankle and legs were much better. Or is it because the toothache is worse? Tsk!
I better get the potatoes and find something soft to have with them. I’ll dollop a load of no-butter butter in them; that might help—or not, knowing my luck!
The Toothache was not!
This is a poor evening shot. No, not so. By now, it was a morning shot taken after washing the pots, pans, plate, and tray and putting some more tooth spray in my mouth. 
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Last night’s sleep was full of 
‘s Ankle Ulcer got in on the act. Fair enough, I try not to have any favourite ailments. Hehe! … Unfortunately, the Sherida Shocks didn’t know when to stop today. I think they are connected partly to having my stroke 
. I signed onto the healthunlocked.com site, and sometimes, well, very often, others say of their electric shocks. The American ones have specialists and many varied treatments received. All I got from the NHS, was when they diagnosed it; ‘It will only get worse with time, the is nothing we can do to repair dying neurotransmitters’ the nwent home and looked up what they were on the laptop.
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Not a lot of writing today. You’ll see why later. Huh!
The one good thing about the Porcelain Throne evacuation was that for the… wait for it, 15 minutes spent waiting for the motion to start, plus the 9 minutes of agony it took to force it along, I didn’t have a single shock from 
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bled this time.
Later, Carer Chris arrived.
The beauty of the clouds took my mind off of my worries for a few minutes. Then, I searched each room again for the note page. No chance, of course. Then took more snaps.
Back on the computer, as I started another search in the hope that I’d missed them, with my eyes getting foggy and double vision – I had an epiphany!
Twit! Dumbo! Imbecile! Idiot!
I shelled some more, the last of the fresh garden peas ready to use later. I’ve spent so much time searching for ~ Words I’d lost but hadn’t, I just forgot 
where I’d stored them—that Chris did his evening call already!
Chris took these Kodak snaps of my poor old legs for me.
sends up the leg, it has now started itching like mad. Oddly, for the first time, the lower arms are the same. Beats me?
I got the belated nosh at last.
awakenings were far less than they have been lately. She may have tired herself out with the legions of daytime shocks she issued me with!
I found them… (Smug-Mode Adopted) But it took me nearly 10 minutes, so the Smug-Mode was removed.
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As I was fighting off the urge to nod back to sleep, my Doreen Dementia-controlled brain spewed forth memories of a dream I felt that I’d been having at the time. It was nothing like the one the night before, and I think it had just started, for there is not much I can recall. But I felt that clear at the time, so I reached for the notepad and pen to write down what I had gleaned. I really believed I was in the old Control Room at Sawley Security. I was sitting at the control desk, recording a check call from a patrolman. Ray was his name and still is, I assume.
After musing and writing notes of the dream, and hoping things do go in threes, and remember one in the morning… or maybe not.
I had a misleading sensation that Trotskt Terence might be returning. Going by the wind from the rear end and mild gurgling coming from the innards of the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Well, I could not have been more wrong. It was even more painful and slow than yesterday’s visit. The colouring was dark green, bo bits of brown in it this 
time. The crossword book was attempted, but I didn’t get any answers. The relief when things got freed was boosted because Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, not a drop, and I could see none in the Torpedo. Which was so big that the system needed three tries before it got through on its way to the sewers. Well, I was in there, the wet room, so decided to do the hygiene routine and medicationings.
now. Two little nicks on the cheeks, one on the chin, two on one ear, and one on the other. I foolishly looked at the four-bladed razor and took a minute 
bit of flesh from my thumb. That bled more than all the others put together. Haha! I left the bloodied cloth soaking in bleach and tropical-scented softener.
Then got the vaccumm out and did the mini-hallway. Made up the four waste bin bags into one.
Off to the kitchen, I poddled; I hit my ankle against the trolley wheel. Swore and cursed and back to the wet room and changed into my long-distance spectacles.
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do they? She then changed the Catheter day bag and pouch for me. We had to laugh when she noticed that the right leg below the knee was swollen and to the right of the patella, and the knee had moved to the left?
got them anyway; they will be kept in the fridge for her. Within two hours of Kara leaving, the delivery arrived.
I started with the fresh stuff. I stopped to prep some of the vegetables that needed cooking: potatoes and 
mushrooms. I tried a slice of each of the spring onions. The red ones were mild but great, and the white ones burned my throat! For the first time, I got the 
spuds and mushrooms on a slow boil using this pan. There was a fine selection of fresh stuff. I to battle to make room to get it all in the fridge.
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were given to me. And he had to shoot off. Taking the box and bags with him to the chute for me. Thank you.
the kneecap has definitely moved inwards. I’ll put some Phorpain on it later. No, I’ll do it now. Well, that hasn’t eased anything. I’ll take an extra Codeine.
I’m back!
A Vegan meat pastie, mushrooms, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes with the usual No-Butter butter but no salt tonight rounded off the feast. Fresh raw garden peas and red and white sliced spring onions rounded off the meal. A lemon yoghourt followed.