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To say that I was overly miffed and cursed an awful lot is putting it ridiculously calmly, compared to the anger, frustration, and even a short depression (Which, as you’ll read later, only got worse at the Whoopsies increased in frequency), along with the teeth grinding, which caused my toothache to kick off again and an even more profound than usual belief that is no God, and boy, did 
bloody well hurt like hell? (Which, after this outburst, may be my next port of call?) I almost cried at my pathetic, endless daily runs of bad luck. (A smidgeon of self-pity crept in there, methinks?) Understandably, in my case. Hehe!
Then, the spraying of the room, cushion and carpet. To try to limit any pong from the escaping urine. Then, I disinfected the well-soaked slippers, double-wrapped them and put them into the waste bag with them. Since having this damned 
fitted a year ago. that is the fourth pair of slippers I’ve urinated on and had to throw away. I have none left 
now… well, I have one slipper, and I had to put on an old walking slipper that had escaped the last flood from the catheter pouch eruption. Uncomfortable, odd-looking, and embarrassing, to say the least. Of course, it didn’t bother me. 
I noticed the valve was closed, so how did the wee-wee go AWOL? A dodgy valve on the Nocturnal pouch? A closer look revealed that the out-spout on the bottom of the pouch was not there! Well, Israel and I didn’t notice its absence. It must have been trickling out 
and straight onto the carpet all the time I was kipping... luckily that was for only just over three hours.
I am off to the wet room to get the urine pong removals seen, too, and then the task is done. However, despite the innards demanding that I evacuate, nothing, and I gave up and got the feet in a bowl of hot water and washing up liquid, with some baking soda added.
Then, while the stinking feet were soaking, I started shaving.
Only one tiny razor nick.
Then, as I was taking my feet out of the water bowl on the floor…
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Gave way as I took out the left foot. What followed was, to me, nigh on a miracle! Going over to my right, I grabbed at the seat-raiser handle… But I had the small towel on there and slipped off… No idea how I managed it, but I reached the far handle, twisted backwards and around, yet stayed on my feet. Fair enough I 
on the base, yet as I got upright, apart from a little stinging, but not a lot, from 
, I had no pains that I could sense anywhere else. I think I was so amazed at avoiding going over; it must have confused 
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I felt better straight away until I resmelt the urine when I went passed the room into the kitchenette. 
I investigated the condition of last night’s leftovers in the saucepan. Had a spoonful and decided it was not too bad tasting. I’ll have this for my nosh later on. Little did I know at the time it would be 13 hours time before I was around to eat it or what it would taste like by then. Then the pouch was ready for emptying, and me 
not drinking anything? Still, it’s good that the bladder seems to be working… maybe too well? Have the Finasteride tablets done their job so soon? Have I any prostate left to control things? Is 
this why the floods took place. Do I want to go to sleep tonight, or stay up watching the nocturnal; pouch? I took this morning’s picture of the blue-hued sky through the kitchenette window. Lovely blue hue!
Of to the Porcelain Throne again. This time was a complete reversal of the earlier visit.
Gawd, it took me ages to clean up. I’ve never had a messier, stickier, costly toilet roll evacuation in years. Haha!
Took this snap through the balcony doors and windows. Still a pretty blue hue on offer. Put the computer on.
It said it was currently -6°c in Nottingham. But the sun coming up now, and the rooftops were soon clears of the ice and frost.
But I could still identify the houses that were most likely to be growing weed in their attics. The ice had cleared 
on the roofs much quicker than the others had.
Note that, I slipped into a Sherlock Holmesian Mode here? Hahaha!.
As I made a mug of tea, the door chime rang out its 
tune.
In came 
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He was in a good mood, but not about the cold weather, that he’d battled through to get to work, bless him. We decided that we didn’t need to attach any of the usual 
this morning. Because the legs looked so much better than they have done for weeks. He did put the diabetic socks on for me; I dared not leave them off.
over the next few hours while computing. But I do recall 
calling. She’d had an emergency to deal with and was running late, so she changed the 
pouch for me and will do the finances later in the week for me.
A help as usual that gal is.
The sun was rising from the left. I took the chance to take this photograph that includes the Nottingham City Hospital in it. Grey and Cream colours to the right.
The free-flowing bladder had filled its day pouch again, so off I went to empty it… sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Oh No! This is Inchy we are talking about! Stubbings number three, this time smack against the 
, of course, I took it like the heroic brave, courageous man that I am. I barely cried at all. Haha!
I went to make my second mug of J Sainsbury’s extra-strong Red Label tea and spotted some folk out in the cold on the bottom with their dogs.
I got heartwarming, jealous and sorry-for-myself feelings all at the same time, watching them for a few minutes. Especially the lady with her two hounds, Little & Large, as they were about to enter the tree copse. And that is something I miss most of the things I am no longer capable of doing.
I swear I could smell the distinctive aroma inside the copse, even after two years of absence. Sad!
Back again to the front room and my computerisationing.
I took this shot through the balcony from inside. It seemed the darkness was starting to arrive, but the 
cold sun hid it a bit. Blimus! The bladder is still belting out the urine at a high rate of knots. I wonder if something’s wrong?
I nearly missed the sunset; I was so involved in struggling with the mistakes I was making on the computer. Took this snap and then went back to check on the Odes reading and grammar…
No… rather, a MEGA MONSTER that I’d done was found in CorelDraw.
My weariness & tiredness were joined by a rather deeper depression now.
Over the last week or so, I’d been making date graphics for the blog in advance and was pathetically a 
, at how well I thought I was getting on with it. But, No!
I’d made dozens of graphics for each of the coming eight weeks in advance to save time later. A cunning plan, I thought.
But, No! Instead of February and March, I’d put the wrong month on every single one of them! And, on many of them, the right month, but the wrong day!
I was caught between the many options to take… Crying again, Swearing, Spitting, Howling, Thumping the wall, Committing suicide, Murdering a Parole Board Member, or Voting Liberal in the next election. I only carried out two of the options… I’ll not say which at this stage. I made do with a long period of 
. Still got it, actually!
Got some potatoes in the oven to add to yesterday’s leftover homemade soup
. I had to sort out a good few pot-marked multi-coloured, spuds first. This one was the oddest, if that’s the right 
word to use? Then when they were cooked, I added them to the left-over vegetable stew; it smelt rather nice!
Mixed them all together in the saucepan to heat up. Took a spoonful or toe to try the taste… good enough for me, but I added a little extra liquid sea salt (anchovies).
Took this evening shot of the view from the kitchenette as I cleaned the oven dish and kept stirring the feast of stuff that was in the saucepan.
Boy, the day pouch (Well, it wouldn’t be the night one, would it, Hehe!) had filled up quickly again, at the maximum, too, 500ml.
Got the nosh served up. And it was delightful to the 
palate. A banana and a pot of raspberry jelly for afters rounded the feast off rather nicely! Two enjoyable meals.
I must try to ring the District Nurse place about my day pouch filling so fast and repeatedly. It might be a good sign? But it is filling so fast that I cannot get to the hospital appointments in time before it backs up in the bladder. That’s concerning.
Carer Christopher on the last call. There was nothing to do; no painkillers or Peptac was needed, and the legs were much better. I’ll ask the nurses if I can stop using the ankle & leg straps, I think… providing I remember to ask, naturally. All that he had to do was for the night pouch to be added on to the day bag. I’m praying that it does not leak again tonight straight out the other end and over me and the carpet. PLEASE!
TTFNski, each!
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I grappled my way up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, 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, and felt amazingly up for it. Took the photo above of the nocturnal pouch. Then…
Got on the computer, and I got a visit from my Angel of Mercy, Hristina. She is so kind and understanding, patient too. I also believe she has a high EQ, for she soon picked up on my depression, and we chatted a minute or two after she’d painlessly taken the INR Warfarin blood Test. ♥ A Sweetheart!
But it took its time.
I cut the fat off of the meat, and cubed it, ready to go in the vegetables later on.
Got the veg and sauce in the saucepan.
Added the meat, peas and beans, and stirred it in, with some chunky veg sauce.
Blimey, it was freezing out there; the nurse and Carers said so as well.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea.
Pretty delicate clouds.
Then I took a close-up shot.
I got the potatoes from the oven and added them to the pan. Good and crisp they were. Maintained stirring up and, at one time, added a bit more sauce. Enough there for two meals, sn tomorrows will all ready for warming up. Well, that’s the plan!
Bootiful! 
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I got the bags in the kitchen, and we carried them with the medications. Marie checked the new dates for me in the bags. Checked the taps and cooker for me too.
Fresh & frozen chips.
Freezer filled, Marie helped me get the cobs in ♥.
Cleaning products.
Treats for the Carers, Nursed.
Sauces Galore!
A great range of sauces.
Topped up the treats shelves.
Blimey, pouch filled quickly again.
I got two of the Lamb & mutton burgers in the oven… got back on the computer…
This seems to be happening more and more.
, and hastened into the kitchen… Oh, dear…
Slightly overcooked? Hahaha!
Admittedly, they were well burnt around the edges… but then again, so am I! Hehe!
I still enjoyed it!
Cor filled up again!
A biggun, too! Gannet!.
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Ah, well! A False Alarm, then?
I found this mystery photo on the SD later. What it was and why I took it remains another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, Cognitive Impairment Iris, & FND, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? You never know; I might remember what it was all about while I’m doing this blog… What am I saying… Tsk!
Washed, and I went back to the recliner… deliberately emptying the bags without checking for any nocturnally nibbled empty packets of crisps. Looking through the balcony windows, the ground frost was apparent.
Ti the kitchen to make a brew of J Sainsbury’s Extra Strong tea. And took the view above.
Carer Richard arrived, I can remember bits of the session clearly, but so many blanks remain. Even I can’t believe or understand why. Then a mild depression started due to this. I was losing what we’d said minutes earlier. But could recall the time he arrived?
infected brain. But not today?
chimed out, and Carer Marie came into the room. She was in a hurry today, but we did have a little natter, moan, and laugh, as she issued the medications. ♥
again, so I did. Haha!
Germolened the backside, I saw the clock, and by Jimminee, I reckon I’d been asleep for over an hour and a half, maybe longer. Another cleaning up session of the floor, porcelain and WC lid had to be done. 
A banana and pot of jelly for afters!
Despite my frustration at the events and another bout of depression, I turned into a different person while eating this nosh. It tasted grand!
Well, that one wasn’t any good…
Strewth, how many moons did I take? Haha!
Wrinkles again. A misshaped moon too, but at least I got it looking vaguely like a moon.
Took the sky first, not very good was it… Again!
That’s it, a semi-decent one at last! Well…
The stretched photo revealed (Just the bottle).
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I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!
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Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.
The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?
Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon.
I got 
and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is.
Slightly to the right.
Ahead…
And to the left.
The close-up shots are terrible!
A few hours later, and this one was terrible!
A little betterer?
Mystery photo?
A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.
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Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.
called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications
I later found photos of the meal and view shots on the internal section, but I could not access them. Plainly I’d taken them without the SD card in again! 
Just looked at this over-full day pouch!
Evening views from the kitchen.
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were having a go at me.
Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. ① To limit hair loss. ② To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. ③ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. ④ To treat iron deficiency & anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors. 
I tried again.
to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) 
It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me
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I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits.
Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid.
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And, I found…
A new best one for me pleasure.
Balcony views parade! End car park…
A close-up of the almost a puddle!
The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange.
Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling…
in the oven, with some…
Pickled green tomato salad…
And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?
I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. 
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Multicoloured morning sky.
Carer Richard got the diabetic socks, leggings and med’s sorted out for me.
Tea, bikkies & a mini banana.
I emptied the catheter day pouch. And no more the 25 minutes later, it was filled again? 1200ml!
I mentioned the tablets I’ve been waiting for for a week, the 4-week course of something to increase the Critically low amount of vitamin B12 & 7 found on the last blood test. I’d forgotten that Richard had already told me he would collect them on Friday for me. So, now I must remember the four-week course must be completed.
Tried to take another selfie on the computer screen. I was offering a Mr Spock salute. Hehehe!
Made a fairly good-looking meal. Surimi sticks, tomatoes,
Four oven-baked potato cakes.
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Eurgh!
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I found a bruise on top of my left foot, but I didn’t know why or where from. Oh, and I did the shaving while standing in a bowl of hot, disinfected, soapy water with bi-carb in it, so the dirt came up from the feet. And all without slips or injuries! 
diabetic socks out ready, as 
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eruptions, but only if I can get the time to let it soak in properly under the diabetic socks. Which Richard put on for me next after giving me the morning prescription medication and Peptac.
I saw something in the photo that had me back on the computer and CorelDraw to make the graphic I spotted. I just had to do it!
My sense of humour was alive and kicking!
The doorstep-sized sliced Sourdough bread was massive. It was a substitute for two little sourdough rolls. I’ll ask if anyone would help by taking half the loaf to use cause it was far too much for me to eat without it going out of date, and I had no room in the freezer.
At last, I’d got some of the Branston Fruit Sauce, 3 bottles; although they were not cheap, they remain my favourite brown sauce. The diddly bananas will do for me. Some biscuits, too.
The light arrived, and I took these shots.
From the kitchen window.
Again, the bladder pains informed me that the day pouch was backing up. I can’t understand why it has been doing this lately?
One from the bank.
The other is from Lisa in the USA with a Christmas Card; bless her. She is such a treasure to me. With all her ailments that outnumber mine, I think she’s so caring and kind! 
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
She is calling tomorrow to take the DVT Warfarin INR blood test for me. All my sweetheart connections
today are cheering me up. I took a can of Gin Spritz to neighbour Jo,sie too.
Przyprawa and liquid sea salt were added to the tomatoes in the saucepan, and later, I added the bacon and some soya pieces. I can heat this up easier later on.
Two late afternoon shots.
, into the balcony to take a couple of shots. I got the first one just as the sun seemed racing down over the horizon.
By the time I’d got set to take another…
The sun had disappeared!
It went down gorgeously. Well worth the long time spent in preparation. I ate the sourdough bread and most of the tomato and bacon mix. Great!
Inchy adopts another
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When I returned to the computer… 
I deleted the Bitmap..
I awoke after another lousy night of odd dreams (Hence today’s Ode). Unaware of the upcoming disasters! I got the nocturnal Catheter pouch off, and as 
seems usual lately, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. 
Ruled the evacuation, but not so bad as yesterday. I thought to myself, Ah, things might not be so bad today, a decent start… I should have known better, of course.
cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Noticing the six empty packets of Cheese Curls in the bin near the ottoman. I know I have 
many problems, 
than ever with my nighttime feasting! What? 
I took a shot of the morning view. But it was not a very good one again.
Oh, dearie me! Trotsky was bad to his worst, or best, whichever way you look at it. I can’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through in the last few days!
I got the computer going and was still in semi-hopeful mode, hoping to get a move on with my blogging, which I was far behind with anyway. Got another photograph taken as the sky out there 
turned to a beautiful blue hue. I thought things were going so well with the CorelDrawing. Humph! I w
consuming cleaning-up job! 
leave this flat to go into the care home, I’m so going to miss the views.I did my best to concentrate on the blog, but for some reason, I struggled. I spent far too long making 
corrections… well, making errors too, of course! Then a bit of excitement. I spotted what looked like a fire in the distance in Sherwood or 
Basford. I could see the blue lights, presumably from the fire engines. So fetched my 
It looked to be clean smoke coming from somewhere.
Got a decent photo of the brown stuff here. Nothing on the local news about any fire later on?
Closing the window after taking the photos, I knocked over the kitchen’s knife block of off the window ledge.
Only a smidgeon of bleeding, which was soon stopped when I splashed on some Brut aftershave on both fingers.
Made a start on the blogging yet again, but was feeling a little depressed suddenly. 
pictures of it. 
A couple of hours later, I’d got the CorelDraw graphic redone. Carer Kimberley arrived, and that cheered me up. As she left, I took some 
more shots of the evening sky. The clouds had broken up. Letting the dying sun through. 
not particularly good photographs. The colour itself was unique to me.
This last one on the right shows how quickly the cloud reappeared and the sun sank behind the horizon.
Monday: I’m back. I got the fodder sorted out. 
I got the spuds from the crock pot, dried them off, burnt them and cut a finger, then got the unskinned spuds bashed up in a mixing bowl. Add liquid sea salt, a sprinkle of basil, and a drop of blood from the finger, and put it into the oven for an hour or so to hopefully brown off.
As the potato was nearly burnt enough for my tastes, I put some Walls sausages into the new red microwave cook pot for two minutes. Then put the disposable foil dish with the burnt nicely spuds & cheese onto the tray, and I added the sausages, two ready-sliced cobs, a pot of sauce dip, and a tub of lemon mousse. 
As tired as I was, and believe me, I felt drained, and sure that Sweet Morpheus would be no bother tonight. Huh! Was I wrong! (Yes, I was!)
imitation-life time, was spent dozing and waking up again. I resisted the temptation to get up for about an hour or so, still feeling physically drained.
. With a decent flow this time, so was forced to get up, clean things up, and get fresh PPs on again. Worra Night! Why was the night so broken, sleep-wise, with no dreams, nightmares or even any 
hassle?