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From waking up, until writing this rubbish, there were no ins & outs of mental stability, awareness, keenness, determination or wayward involvement where I found I had to spend time gathering myself together to continue with whatever I was doing.
This was because I was constantly ‘out of it’, all data long!
Anything and almost everything that was go-wrongable – went so!
Not that I was particularly aware of it at the time. Undoubtedly, Mind-Blanks limit any chance of a total recall. As far as of now; I can recall;
I know (I think) up to now, the Porcelain Throne visits numbered five. With only two evacuations managed. Constipation Conrad!
I know I had some wonderful help when the food order arrived in getting it put away. Thank you, Carer!
I took a tumble getting the bowl of water to refill the non-filling WC tank on the last failed-to-pass visit. No injuries.
Then when getting the meal prepped, after getting the potatoes from the crock-pot, cut them up and put them in the saucepan. I was washing the mint-covered pot and thought I heard someone in the other room, so I went to take a look… It was the NCH Homes control room alarm response, asking if all was okay; they had got a signal alarm from my water detector. Checked again that there was no water on the floor and told the lady. Then went back to have a Sherlock Holmesian investigation.
ADOPTED
I FOUND NOTHING WET ON THE FLOOR?
Presuming that as I tipped the water out of the pot, some may have splashed offer the edge of the sink.
Then, tumble number two: A smidgen more serious, this one, clouted the back of my head as I went down onto the wet room wall. A bit of a job getting to the recliner to get back up.
A massive blank about what happened or didn’t, or shouldn’t have gone on for about three hours. I did mention these to the Mental Health Nurse, but she seemed unconcerned.
It’s so late now, and I~’ve only just started on this blog, so it’ll be a few photos and owt I can remember about each one.
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Pouch.
Rain from the kitchen window.
Early morning tatties into the crock-pot.
Food Delivery.
Fridge not too full?
Fancy tomatoes.
After the second tumble.
A little tip here…
Take care when cutting up potatoes
to go in your soup.
Good colour.
Early evening rain spots starting.
The sun’s last view.
19:00hrs – Dour!
1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.
Going to get the nosh sorted now.
Back in the morning to catch up.
Well, I hope so!
Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk!
But it tasted grand! Flavour 6.9/10.
The late call Carer called (Tongue twister there?) and put the night bag on for me. No Codeines, but I had two Paracetamol. Tempted to have an Ibuprofen due to pains from Anne Gyna, but I resisted it.
I had to get up for the sixth visit to the 
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Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit.
Still, it was a bit of exercise for me.
When I eventually got the job done, I went in to check the taps and oven were not left on. All okay! 
I looked out at the night sky – I was gobsmacked!
What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky.
Well, I liked it!
FELICITATIONS
May your luck bring beneficence,
Your actions include crapulence,
That you avoid any indigence,
You avoid hackers & their fraudulence,
Most of all, enjoy your flatulence!
Fare Thee Well!
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On the first day-bag, emptying was a good colour again!
night bag, did a few push-ups and toe touching, started yodelling Frank Ifield’s ‘She Taught me how to yodel’, slung open all the windows and doors, shouted a welcome to the sun trying to get through, and then woke-up for real!
: It took me half an hour to get the night bag off of the day bag. I dropped the night bag, but it didn’t burst, but the valve shot open. So I bent down without thinking to get it in the bowl before there was a scented pong of wee-wee on the carpet.
, and got the bag and fell back down in 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. Knocking over the 
spring water bottles and mobile phone onto the floor.
or 
The 
went pretty well. Teeth bleeding, just one tiny nick shaving, and the usual bother with 
, well, the bleeding wasn’t a problem,
nd I did the rest of the 
sorted and went to make a brew. 
Aha, got the computer to take the photos again.
This is the Water tank on the WC.
This shot shows the bottle of Brut – Splash it all over.
I may not be able to walk very well, hear or see very well, but I can still smell. (In more ways than one) Hehe!
I got the veg soup and added some beetroot and garden peas later. Made some soya with gravy, then added it. It’s in with the veg now.
Amazing clouds this early evening
knew there weres no Codeines available. I showed her the new tablets for reducing the size of the Prostate… and them being morning only one a day for 56 days. We had a little mini-chinwag, and off she trotted. 
Checking on the spuds, I took this snap of the car park below.
to the 
Within an hour or so, it was even fuller?
Got the potatoes checked. Turned up the heat. they were not cooking fast at all.
It was, I thought at the time, worth all the effort and input in creating this feast for myself.
arrived, as I had just finished the feasting. She attached the night bag and the medications served up (Well, at least those that we had in stock; the chemist seems to be withholding some for some reason or other? It would be easier to permutate the square root of 21.8% of 2⅘ divided by 17.335 than get your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy!) We had a little natter. I anticipate I’ll snuff-it within a week. If anyone would like to sue the chemist, Doctor and anyone else involved, in failing to supply my medical needs, please free, please do. I’d hate to snuff it without thinking there would be trace, an iota of a chance of my killers getting knobbled for it. I seem in an odd mood here… I was!
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The overworked Catheter day bag’s urine colour was just fine.
Clouds cross this found as the sun rises from behind the Woodthorpe Cell Block… I meant Woodthorpe Court flats. Hahaha!
A mid morning pouch emptying was a shock. A lot of dark red in there this time.
Afternoon view while the sun had retreated for an hour or so.
Great balls of fire! Well Feet!
Hello, the urine has gone back to a good colour again? There will be a reason for this.
Decent nosh under the circumstances.
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A terrible night, almost sleepless, yet again. 04:00hrs: Decided to give up on sleeping and get the ablutions done early. No shower, too noisy that early for disturbing the neighbours.
The right ankle ulcer had somehow been hidden from view this morning when I took these shots of it?
Went into the kitchenette to get the kettle on for a brew of Punjana Signature Blend tea. 
, and my nerve-end dying 
. They also caught me out when I was stirring the tea in the mug. Innit gobsmacking how maybe 2fl oz of liquid that spilt form the cup manages to spread itself on your dressing gown, hate counter, and the floor, and miraculously a few drops get into your right slipper? Cleaning that up was no fun. 
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were all activated by the time I’d got the mess cleaned up and replaced the dressing gown. 
Got the Health Check belatedly done from the notepad. Well, this week is a vast improvement on last week’s returns! On the level tab, the 
. I tried to do the crossword while waiting for the action that had come part-way and was stuck rigidly to restart. But 
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and 
were making it very difficult to read the clues. So I counted the cracks and cobwebs on the wet room ceiling instead. Cracks 32, Webs 2.
②: I gave forth with a convoluted sort of… “Oooohargh… ach, (grinding what few teeth I have left) Ohohoho… Phew!” As the motion finally passed!
Still a cloudless sky out there. It hardly looks like Nottingham usually does from the Detention Cells at Winwood Heights. 
The wonderfully healthy-looking colour of the catheter bag’s contents continued to be, well, impressive! great!
In the PM, the sun got through. I took these shots facing the sun, and was pretty pleased with how they came out.
This view of the late afternoon clouds was an absolute pareidolia’s delight!
Waking up just in time to get these two
The 
♬ Food Glorious Food ♬: Got in a bit of a pickle with having to work out the timing of the cooking of this feast. The oven, saucepan and microwave were all used in the preparation.
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or the 
The first, and only one up to now, 
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Gave up on sleeping, and I rose (precariously) at 045:00hrs.
was beginning another attack as I was sorting the waste bins out. Thought I’d left the tap running at first, but it was only the poor old eyes; more specifically, it was methinks 
was to blame.
Took this photo with the flash on as I went to make a brew Glengettie.
I opened the window and shud
Forgot the tea, left it on the counter and went onto the computer. Later I remembered I’d forgotten the tea, went to make another one, and took this shot of the car park below. 
Later, the sunshine tried t get through for me.
Not sure… no, I have no idea what the heck I took this shot for.
No chance of any rest at all, despite my terrible tiredness and the brain and body telling me to sleep
was launching the 
non-stop at me. 
Mind Blank for an hour or two after I got up to make a meal. Seems the ‘Meal’ was a vegan burger, cob, cheese curls & some beetroot
More forgotten photos: This shot of the sky on the right must have been taken in the afternoon… I shouldn’t wonder, perhaps, possibly, maybe… but that really is a guess with the darker clouds? Of course, I could it be a well-off estimate. (I’m good at this and getting things wrong – a bit of an expert?)
Also found this one. Judging by the sun going down, I must have taken this one from 18:30 to 20:30hrs. 
‘s abode. That being my Brain, of course.
Aha, these night pictures showing the moon from the kitchenette window triggered a flash of memory for me!
, mayhap 
I looked down at the camera hanging down from the cord around my neck and resting on my man breasts! 
The need for the 
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I was amazed and overjoyed (Naturally, this did not last long). When 
The first trip to the 
Also, I only have a part pack of Warfarin left in the medical drawer? Only one tube of Fenbid Forte, No Codeines, Paracetamol, No Lanzoprazole, No Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers), No Furesomide (Water tablets),
or any Prochlorperazine tablets. Not to mention 
This drawer has never been emptier. NHS problems?
, I do ask some silly questions at times! “Is my luck changing?” Tsk!
Whipped of the fancy plaster covering the papules. Only one still leaking, and all the others seem to be reclining… no, that’s not the word. Clearing up, that’ll do betterer. Hardly any water, the pad was only damp as opposed to wet.
Just the one head butting of the power box today. Right near to the spot where I hit my forehead against the double-glazed window frame edge yesterday… or whenever it was. 
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Olive oil in the ear holes.
The cost-a-bloody-fortune Germoloids were massaged into my bum; to try to ease 
. To be fair, it did, this is a great effective ointment, but it annoys the Bank Manager, me buying it. If it gets any costlier, I may need a loan to buy it!
Finally, the Germolene was utilised in various parts of my elephantine body. Firstly, the fold of stomach fat, next the boil at the top of my leg, and then the head wounds were given a thin coating.
16:30hrs: Going to get the early meal started now, folks. 
Oh, dearie me… the nosh was disappointing last night. 
from the door chime. I burst awake with a jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitching, and finally fluttered back into a semi-imitation wakefulness. Most reluctantly! 
Then, damn it… the 
Fair colour after the first pouch emptying..
Took the pad off of the geyser legs. Getting in a mess with it
Walked around taking photos after investigating why I’d been woken up.
Eerie.
Red sky morning shot.
Housing view.
Carer Kara watched as I put a new pad on.
Asda Order arrived. Daffodils for the Carers
The fridge filled up;
Fair colour after the third pouch emptying.
Afternoon sunshine.
Sun got through.
Base of the meal, ready-made.
Meal served up; With added oven bakes potato chunks.
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Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made.
The sixth pouch emptying.
Sunset of sorts.
Eighth pouch emptying.
Magnifico!
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens.
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Thanks, Doreen!
First bag emptying. Not as dark as it looks. These day bags are in three compartments, with a shaded outer plastic.
. Only two (messy) trips up to now
Brrr!
This shot was a better one, got the colour as it was!
Getting dark earlier now.
And yet, the next emptying…
Much better? Not complaining like!
Oh, where did the time go?
Washed the pots, during which I felt liquid on my left lower leg?
I put a self-adhesive pad on them, check the
That was too red again. Tsk!
Yet another crap night of sleeping. I had to keep wiping the liquid away all through the night with kitchen towels. One of the lesions is still running now (at 09:40hrs Saturday). The eyes and nose are doing a good imitation of the lesions. This reminded me of a Dr Who episode. Hehe!
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, that’s because we still do not have any 
Not only the leg lesions but the eyes and nose were running???
Took two snaps of the depressing weather.
They seem to be getting smaller now but still spurting water.
I can still see the face on the leg.
The wee-wee had changed to a decent colour.
Concentration is gone, getting tired, and the eyes are getting dimmer, as is usual at this time of night.
A middling colour, not too bad.
I dined like a King… 