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I had got to keep until 03:30hrs and was deep in the land-of-Nod when 
chimed from the front door ringer. Rudely bringing me back to ersatz life again… I wasn’t keen on it, though, with the pains and aches from yesterday’s tumble making themselves felt before I’d opened my eyelids.
As the lids opened, with a blurriness the same as yesterday’s, thanks to the ailments contained within both eyes. 
, no medications for her, then there was 
and 
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ... 
on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot.
on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of lymphatic fluids as well. .
Carer Chris approach me with the bottle of 
eye spray and got them like a professional! Sorted the medications, then counted of the five minutes required before dealing out the slightly more uncomfortable 
vial, and in they went too. He checked the time on his mobile to count down the three minutes that I had to stick my index finger in the noses corner of the affected eye.
I have to say, my vision is getting bad now. No doubt cause will be the new drops treatment. Got to be done, though.
Carer Chris departed, and of course, after he’d gone, I realised I had not asked him to apply some Phorpain to help relieve 
, and the now kicking off with steadfast determination. Humph!
Still no need for the 
, and there were none yesterday either. A smidge worrying, that!
I got the computer on. I hardly need to tell you this, do I?
At least this time, it returned without me having to faffle 
about resetting the box this time.
I missed putting on this photograph I took when taking it off 
day pouch. Good colour!
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog… You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yes!
I don’t know about ride… More chance of them sinking, I think. But I believe they are doing this on purpose, part of a financial master plan to boost the share of the oligarch’s top list? Part of their financial ambidextrousness & number manipulating profit schemes?
What a magnificent view this morning from the kitchenette window.
Absolutely Gorgeous morning colours!
Being something of an amateur weather forecaster… Well, my Dad used to say, ‘Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight!’ And, ‘I could be right, I could be wrong, but black clouds in white, there’ll be rain tonight!
He also used to call me; A useless article. As much use as a fart in a cullender. God’s gift to stupidity. And “Are you sure your mine? I’m not!”
All mild compared to Mother’s message to the midwife three minutes after I was born… “I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” But, years later, when the midwife told me this tale, and I went to inquire with Mother in case this was true, I couldn’t find her. She’s just been arrested for running illegal bookies in the front room.
But it weighed on my mind, and after she got bailed and back home, I asked her. The reply? “Yes, I did, but I took to you a bit later!” How comforting life was as an ankle-snapper for me.
OberstgrĂĽppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana came in, I’ve not seen her for months.
The Nottingham City Homes Monitoring the Alert Alarms that I used last night, had asked her to check on me, to see if I was okay. Which she did!
I told her of the tumble.
And about my waiting for three months to get the water tap in the sink, and the Water tank going. Expressing the pain my back was in before the fall. was even worse now, with buckets of water to be carried from kitchen to W.C. every Throne visit for three months.
Then had another tumble while she was here. Tsk!
Deana said she’ll ring them to see if they can get any earlier.
I’ve not heard anything from her. So I assume they cannot. No text messages.
Carer Kara arrived as Deana was leaving.
She was in a rush but showed compassion. Did the eyes and checked the catheter for me after the fall.
I made a new, one of the two permitted-a-day mugs of tea.
I brought the mug to the balcony and took this snap before having a go at and finishing Tuesday’s blog 
two. The data analytics manipulators, the specious, untrustworthy, money-juggling, dubious, substandard internet suppliers, and legal financial 
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, Mr Fries, over $26 million salary, with a guaranteed bonus and an open expense account, went down again.
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. The capricious, profit-seeking, cruel, fallible, undependable,  company 
who have just put up their charges again. Fancy that!
Carer Chris called again, eyes, medication, and the second eye drops.
Several unbroken hours of blogging were enjoyed.
On Chris’s next call, he picked up some letters that had been posted. One, with increased doses of the Warfarin tablets.
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
Chris checked that I’d done the calendar entry rightly. I begged him to remind me the Thursday the week before, to phone the lift people to try and book a lift there and back. It’s on 21st July at 12:10 hours.
It is for a Booked Refraction, whatever that is. I looked it up:
Refractive cataract surgery starts in the same manner as standard cataract surgery. Your natural eye lens is removed. However, it is replaced with an advanced multi-focal lens that corrects your vision. Refractive cataract surgery can correct near and farsightedness as well as astigmatism. Of course, I knew that! 
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Pareidolian’s Delight.
I think I found many figures and faces in every one of these four photographicalisations.
They all amazed me.
A camera, various faces, claws, jigsaw pieces, and a shield.
I did detect a few slightly darker patches of cloud in amongst the 
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
This one on the left, was almost like countries, islands on the sea? But, with the state of my eyes. May not actually be in 
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight. A poodle, amongst others.
Grrreat!
An hour or later rain cameth.
Short and sharp. I went on the balcony to take this shot through the window of the car park below. The roadway barely looked wet to me?
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
The mudslide puddle that came from Woodthorpe Grange Park, seemed much bigger than yesterday to me.
I made a start on this blog. I was getting tired now, and as usual, my eyesight and hearing both faded.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards.
After washing the well beetroot-stained bowl and spoon, the tray needed doing. Then by overly-large flabby stomach and legs, had to be de-beetrooted. Hehehe!
The Careress arrived, Carolynne, I think it was, not seen her for a while. Meds and eye drops were sorted. And I remembered for once to ask her to attach the catheter night pouch. All done without any problems.
I settled in search of sleep… and found it. Grrreat
Evening All!
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Not the worst of days, by a long chalk,
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of 
. It took a while. Then it 
was off to the 
empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. 
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows.
cause the food arrived.
keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! 
them were on offer again; they had gone up to ÂŁ2.25 but were on sale at ÂŁ1.59. 
Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.
Busy here!
wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too
By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this!
The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind!
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. Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water.
To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and ab
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more?
. also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, 
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are ever-present too. There are others, of course! 
etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called
Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well.
As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
And very nice it was too!
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, a complete reversal. 
, I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha! 
Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning.
Usual early activities.
Remembered the underarm cream.
Waste bags collated.
Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like.
View from the computer chair.
could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… 
was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled
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has never been better!
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For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare. 
Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of 
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again, 
Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on. (Pity-Search-here?)
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
Apart from agony from the bum, 
pouring blood, a bruised knee, 
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âť˝ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. 
Getting into the protection pants!
. Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, 
, even 
can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.
Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!
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A Jolly Good Morning to you…
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If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. 
, took off the dressing gown to cool me cool down, and went off to utilise, in response to the early call to the 
. Once0 again, 
was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, 
, after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That 
started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe!
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got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers! 
Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed. 
I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.
demand number two arrived.
was even more dominant on this visit.
disturbed 
The pins and plates seemed to be looking better.
hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too!
Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.
arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!
The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.
I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. G
chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… 
attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to 
. Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him. 
I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the 
, and turned off the light. Then… 
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against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!
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Thinking I had plenty of time before the 
arrived, and needing to use the 
. Trotsky had regained superiority over Konrad this morning. What a messy job! I got 
teggies, carefully cleaned. A fair bit of bleeding, though. Then tackled the shaving, with Blood-Bringing-Boris-Razor adding to the haemoglobin loss, and only from two little nicks. A good splashing of the Brut after-shave stopped it easily enough. I was already stripped for the shower, turned on the power to the shower, went back into the wet room and opened the shower curtain to have a looked-forward-to-shower. 
I got the picker-upperer, picked both hooks up, and in doing so, caught my chin with the handle of the picker-upper. The blood flowed again! So, even more, Brut after-shave was used, which stung a bit this time.
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Came in; I didn’t hear the door chime cause I was in the kitchen. It must have taken her a lot of effort not to burst out laughing! Well done, gal!
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, then another guilty one, 
. I may add to this list later. 
The feet and legs were looking betterer. Dried off with the bath towel, and started the medicationing. then I 
Germoloided 
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Germolened the stomach flab and between the legs and on the outer bum. (Catheter catching)
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Carer Chris came, but what the heck happened during this visit? Apart from a feeling it went well, there are no details in my memory bank whatsoever.
Found this photo – no idea when I took it.
Can’t recall taking this one at all, or why. 
lower back, gave me some Peptac, and took the bin bags with him. He also checked the electricity meter, but was as aware if what to get a reading as I was – Zilch! I’ve added it to the list of help needed on the whiteboard. Getting full now.
Arrived, Blimey, it’s gone 20:00hrs already.
I’m not certain why I took this one?
Judging by the shadow’s position, I took this mid-afternoon.
After tea-time?
I think I look this one earlier and missed it, but maybe not. The urine was clear, but by the morning, it was back to a sort of dark brown/red. Note some papules trying to reappear?
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I’ll try again…
night pouch. 
Almost immediately 
which the picker-
upperer fell on, are sorer!
got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste.
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and then the 
Through the balcony window.
A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon.
Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea.
Second visit to the 
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But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these
arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe! 
Followed by…
Some delicious vegan ice cream!
Nice!
, who attached the night pouch to 
. No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the 
had barely any urine in it?
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attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an 
, courtesy of 
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It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it, 
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There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
or 
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to blame.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Still can’t find the toothbrush.
 
. Jillie had called on me.
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I dread the thought of struggling with this. 
I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
Closed the computer.
Last one of this session.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!
Flavour Rating: 8/10
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
testing, c1968 recliner.
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. 
to blame! 
made sure of that!
! Naturally 
was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep,
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ruling things. This morning, it seems a counter-attack from 
, I was rushing back to the wet room, with some urgency for visit number two! 
The disgrace, ignominy, and humiliation!
joined in with her. This was very testing.
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Microwave in and outside, and cabinets done!.
The stove took me over an hour and a half to get cleaned up.
I bet the metal handles will get hot?
Cloudy today, up to now.
I went back onto the computer, working away, making mistakes, cursing myself and spotted blood coming from the left thumbnail. I was confused a first, but remembered cutting the fingernails yesterday. That’ll be why.
Seconds late, found a newish mark on the right knuckle?
Dark but Bootiful clouds.
It filled the big dish.
Took this shot as I was washing up the pots etc.
An unnatural shade tonight.
Bootiful all the same!
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I Fank You!
it went well this Thursday morning… 
was playing up. So, I started to get shaved… This was interesting: The task went speedily or seemed to. 
started.
Was dried off with paper towelling.
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Dragged the bags and boxes into the kitchenette.
At least they had some cheapo cheesy curls and
Already in pain, I then had to tackle the water fetching!
I went to the front room and got the buckets that I’d left in there,
Noticed some dabbled spots on the leg?
Arrived. Did the medications, and he applied some Phorpain on 
, then 
did the same for me. Been a smidge easier since.
Then the sky…
A bit glum; it was all day.
ordered them last week for me. Bless her Cotton Socks! Great help, that was!
Left & right lower legs have new papules & spots!
Oh, dearie me! Dabbed some aftershave on it…
& 
combined simultaneously on the right arm, and I knocked the peas and colander into the sink. Which:
âťľ One of the peas must have found its way into the pocket during the fiasco in the kitchen? Hahaha! Don’t know why I’m laughing. Off to get the meal made up at last.
Not too bad at all! – 
Eerie? But Pareidoliaiable all the same.
I was so annoyed at myself! I’d left the hot tap running, and it was now cold water! Could have used the kettle and saucepan for hot water to wash the pots, but felt so depressed I didn’t.
started giving me some vicious stick. And he has not been a bother for months now, but he was back. He was probably giving 
support, in their combined effort to see me off. Not to mention, 
and the others.
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, I descried the futility of living. Doreen will eventually take full control.
