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Something’s gone wrong with Cathy Cathere’s Contraption. A great colour, but so little urine in there? It was a terrible night’s sleep. I’d estimate I managed a maximum of around two hours. One or two minutes at a time, then bursting awake with either a tug at or pushing in of poor Little Inchie from the too-thick and too-long catheter tube. Or 
in unison, belting up the legs. Each time, the shadow of depression waiting to piss me off even more than getting little sleep did!
It was another down-in-the-dumps start to the day.
However, I was absolutely exasperated with and sick of hearing myself moan, feeling so melancholy, dejected, useless, and at the lowest point in my life. I made a concerted effort to spring myself out of this feeling of self-hatred and despondency, although I had no idea how to do that. 
I thought I’d try to take a decent shot of the morning’s view. Ha!
I didn’t do a good job of that either. Humph!
I got the computer on and then started updating yesterday’s blog. 
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carried on. Thinking things were okay. 
I even stopped a few times over an hour or two to photograph the late-morning views.
When I returned to the computer, I found that I had made a mess of many things.
A time gap between starting and thinking I’d amended everything felt like it should have been another hour at most. But when Carer Shaq arrived, three hours had passed.
Still, these photos were a little better quality. As you can see by their shape, they were taken with a spare camera of a different size.
I can’t recall taking this one on the left, but obviously, I did. I 
must have.
Carer Marie arrived to do the domestics, but I was in no condition for the usual laugh and natter. My mood had sunken as soon as the Dark Dank Determined to Dampen my Spirits Depression came on. I hate it when this happens. This was a long one.
Carer Kimberley came to do the financials, but once again, she could do nothing to help. Carer Kara is the only person registered with the bank, so as I was paying her, we chatted. She showed an interest in today’s second blog I was writing but had not completed, and I added her name, which rhymed with the ode, and a few others into it at the end. Hehehe! Not that the ode was a particularly funny one. It was about the depression I was suddenly getting every day now. But gave it an amusing ending.
I sorted out what to have for my nosh. I decided on a sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal. I added half a jar of sauce, with a can of peas thrown into the saucepan to add when the 
Chinese are cooked. Fingers crossed.
Nipped out on the balcony to take more shots of the views on offer.
Can you see what this young, youthful, pareidoliaing addict can do in the snap on the left in the clouds? A double-headed creature of some sort? Also, some cat’s heads?
I came across this one on the right in the morning while updating.
Two Fingers to the Word? No recollection of taking it. I must have been depressed or in a seizure again.
Ah, I can recall with one with some pleasure. First, I’d put some chips in the oven. Later, I warmed up the sweet and sour vegetable ready-made meal in the microwave and added a tin of peas. I bundled it all in a dish and feasted away.
Got the dishes washed and tried but failed on the Porcelain Throne.
I took these sky photos as I made my way to the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.
I settled down to watch two episodes of ‘Heartbeat’.
Carer Israel arrived. I remembered telling him the Warfarin dosages had changed. As soon as the lad departed, I went into a deep but dream-filled sleep, with the usual wakening ups from 
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Of course, I’d missed the ‘Heartbeats’.
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Nice dark morning.
Bright lights.
He’s only just weakening!
Lighting up.
I selected another ready meal to have later.
back on. Yet, I was cleaning the kitchen sink. How the heck can that be? I found a photo that I can’t recall taking, and when I got back to the computer, what a mess I’d made. I uploaded the wrong day’s graphics and photos; I had to delete and rearrange them. Only to find I’d made the same error again!
Took this photo later. Eerie clouds, I liked it.
Forgot to take a photo of the meal until I was ¾ of the way through eating it. Not bad.
This last photo looked similar to the one this morning?
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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
Getting out of the c1966, £300 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when 
gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the 
. The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling. 
wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items 
on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were
I was working on the ode of the day
created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
I took even more of the anti 
medications. I’m unsure if it was safe to take any more, but I can’t read the minuscule printing of 
the inserted instructions leaflets.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned 
on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me! 
time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Five minutes after getting back to 
of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh
What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
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I took a series of Kodak-2 shots from the kitchenette window.
I hit my head, closing the window. Hard to believe, I know!
Raining shots with the spare camera.
Another no evacuation evacuation.
A little more rain.
An early, tasty meal.
Did anything I miss happen today?
Ah, missed the sun on its way down.
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Constipation Conrad was still in full charge of the evacuations. I had to do the ablutions so late at night that I had to contain the urge to howl out with the pain! Before things started moving, I had a go at the crossword and got four answers. 👌 
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First view of the morning.
I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,
Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!
Computer on, first mug of tea.
At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.
This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!
Oh, it’s getting dark already.
I ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!
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, I’ve learnt my lesson about what happens when I 
do that. The night nocturnal pouch contained a fair amount of far too red urine, which needed to be removed and clinically disposed of.
The sun was shining, which made me realise that 
worries, frustration, Accifauxpas, and depression. I do waffle on at times; I’ve noticed that.
Recall taking this one, beautiful puffer clouds.
The carer forgot to take the waste bag, so it was no problem. I took them both to the rubbish chute.
The JS order arrived.
Got the pod peas shelled.
A spot of rain; it must have lasted for two minutes.
Well, the sun’s trying for a last hurrah!.
Vegetarian sausages, red onion, fresh garden peas, Marmite cheese, tomatoes & Marmite sarnies with no-butter butter.
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I took these three before the late mist arrived.
Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
Recharged Kodak two.
I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.
I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
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Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
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I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.
working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control. 
I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)
For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.
gave way.
being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.
I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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Later, I got three more letters arrive, no, four!
I woke with a start at 03:30 hrs, but I soon easily nodded off again. At 05:00 hrs, lightning shot up my right leg from the ankle ulcer. I thought it was just as well, as I felt the rumbling from the innards and swiftly passed some wind. Well, a lot of wind. So, I fumbled about getting out of the hospital bed, but without any falls, sways, or toe-stubbing. This in itself cheered me up a little. Then my innards gave me a suspected it was a false pre-warning of an evacuation imminent. 
, and almost but not entirely in a perky mood,I got to the wet room.
try the crossword book. This morning, I also got several answers in
thought… no, I’m sure I saw a tiny fish-like creature in the bubbles in the porcelain. I fetched Kodak Two and took this picture of the suspected beast in the bubbles. Hehehe! Maybe a worm or something? I thought at the time, I’m going bonkers here!
I took a shot to the left, then to the right of the morning fascinating minimum clouds, with the red hue mixed in the scenes.
Sandra. 
I can’t recall taking this shot, which was obviously taken from the balcony. I noticed a lack of vehicles in the end car park today.
I was more compis-mentis now.
balcony looked a lot brighter. Now that tells you something.
I prepped the nosh and started to eat it as Carer Christopher arrived. He issued the medications and put them in the nocturnal catheter pouch.
I went to get the pots washed and caught the tail end of the sunset. First, I took one close-up and a wide photograph. I think I got that about-face?
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forgetting, losing, confusing time, articles, dates, etc., does come to me naturally nowadays. 
. I knocked the box with the camera gear off of the bed table. I landed on my ingrowing toenail.
I went into the balcony with Kodak Two and took photos of the early morning views. I can’t explain the bonus hue on the right of photo two.
This visit was almost a repeat of the last one, a complete failure. But I didn’t spend so long trying to force the unenforceable to flow.
for an hour or so, I was on the verge of pressing my alert alarm. It seemed to affect me every few minutes, but not for any length of time.
Now, I’m the next stop.
Darer Carer and then Carer Precious arrived.
sure when.
Much to my surprise, when I got back into the main hotel room, I noticed that it had been raining, but there were no signs of any other than on the deck. That shower didn’t last for long. We need more… It’s not often that we can say that in the UK. 
I prepped the chilli meal in the microwave, and it had some chips in it. I also added some defrosted bread to soak up the extra gravy I made and added to it. 
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shop, recliner. To watch an episode of ‘Heartbeat’.
And I woke to immediate panic… Panic? Why? I’ll tell you. Being so deep in sleep, I was aware that the medications had been delivered, and I thought straight away that it was them arriving. I got up quickly. Dizzy Dennis attacked as I got on my feet
