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I went from the pits of depression to a totally uncaring sod-it mode.
With rare, but they were there, I must deserve this hell of a life, a type of acceptance; The state & mess I am in mentally and physically have to be considered just rewards! There was a certain peacefulness in this condition.
None of the false highs yet, though (13:58hrs).
Up and down like a jo-jo. But the extremes were all low. Something may occur to lift me.. but then, do I deserve it? As of now, I think not.
The balance is all over the place again; several walls and doorframes have been clipped – which, of course, along with fetching water to refill the W.C. every visit, is ensuring that 
and 
are able to be enjoyed. I remembered to ask Carer Richard to rub some Phorpain gel into my back this morning.
I’ll try to ask a later Carer to do the same… if I remember to. I must ask someone to call the Easy-Link for me soon to book me a lift to and back from the 
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05:30hrs: I stirred into life… very reluctantly! Unpresumptuously, yes! I realised that I’d not put on the night bag attachment as soon as I saw it wasn’t there! Normally something like that would had cursing me, but not this morning. I couldn’t muster up any interest and still wanted to go back to sleep again. I knew it was going to be a bad day.
The need for the 
, only bought fear of having to risk 
or 
, carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room to refill the broken (but they are coming on the 17th to look at it) plumbing thingamabob.
ruled this session. No bleeding, though; it just cost me agony and ages to get the torpedo out.
Fetching the water brought me back to reality a little. With my balance so bad these last couple of days, I took great care and concentration in the three trips, not to wobble. Doing this with a walking stick and the other hand under the bucket is a work of 
art!
I felt better about myself when it was all over with.
The feet, legs and toes looked much better today. I even avoided any 
Went to get the computer on, noticing my balance was still poor. But why?
I took this poor photo from the computer chair.
I was not yet light, with a little mist, and no signs of rain.
I made an order for Iceland. I promised the Nurses and Carers I’d try to get some more of the alcoholic ‘Slushies for their treats’ As I 
finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
But, I’ll not insult them, swear about them, nor be jealous that they can pay Fries $26 million wages. Oh, No! 
It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!
While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… !!! I’m not sure if it was 
or 
who caused it – but it was 
that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.
An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.
Made an order for next week with Asda – Walmart. There are still boosting prices!
Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted.
Then took two pictures of the amazing sky above!
This was undoubtedly the 
highlight of the day for me.
My few minutes of Pareidoliaing brought me almost joy. I do love finding things in the clouds.
A ghost’s head, a face, and so many more. Love it!
I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe!
photographicalisation. I had another Well, took two more, 
The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
Time to get the nosh started.
I’ll make some sliced potatoes and have some white sauce that JAne said is good with spuds.
I’ll be back later… or in the morning to catch up.
Morning Catch-Up Service:
I took this photo of the back of the Winwood Heights front car park, as I got the nosh prepared.
Easy meal, a frozen potato sauce aubergines thingamabob, that was microwaved.
With some sliced and oiled 
potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Got down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-operative, electric virus-breeding recliner.
Flavour-Rating: 6/10. Got the goggle-box on to watch ‘Heartbeat’, and feasted!
Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.
The top photo prompted my love of pareidoliaising. I could see a creature, with an open mouth, bulging eyeballs, nose and arms or 
fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
When I moved from the camera lens, I could not see it.
Then move in a bit, and zoomed, in to take a shot of the black cloud. With its eyes and nose?
Back to 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.
The Carer arrived and medicated me. Then back to the TV… Zzz!
Woke up, and had a temporary 
moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflagration.
CAUGHT THE SUNSET!
I opened the kitchen window. There were a few spots of rain falling.
Took the first three pictures.
I turned to get a drink of water from the fridge, and.. 
gave way, and I tumbled forwards, clouting my chest on the edge of the cupboard.
As would be expected from a man of my calibre, I laughed it off. Got the spring water, stopped crying and got on with the last bit of my sunset photographicalisationing.
Saying farewell to the sun as it disappeared.
Another settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner.
For once, I was in the land of nod straight away.
The thought storms were not so proliferating.
And the shooting awakes were far less frequent tonight.
I managed a good five hours of not-so-broken sleep. Nice!.
Fare Thee All Well!
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Sat at the computer desk.
A new Olive-Oil dropper filled, for the 
Rahmat arrived, and medications were issued.
It didn’t go down too well.
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My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong.
In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe!
when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank.
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I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The 
, seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations. 
. Then spent two Thought-Storm-free hours, but waking every few minutes with the regulation pullulating jolting jerks. 
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Vegan ice cream with Raspberry Juice
Lovely!
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I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod.
had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap.
In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed 
They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.
I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! 
I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe!
So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!
Wheels within wheels?
Clouds chasing clouds?
Then the rain came!
Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds.
The darkness develops?
From the balcony!
Hello, it’s drizzling again.
End car park from the balcony.
To the kitchen to see the.
Decisions, decisions!
Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!
Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early.
❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs
leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom. 
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Cream cake? Mashed Potatoes?
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The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, 
A 
was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
I strongly suspect I may have 
. Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. 
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
Aha, a change in the weather.
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I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 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.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood.
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
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. It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
Then, the 
were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
attached, I had an 
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Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging 
today. 
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. 
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above.
Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place?
A Pareidoliaing success here.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little.
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Would you believe it – 
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, barely believable…
Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is.
Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup.
can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as 
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I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with 
giving me stick)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
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A few more unavailable items from Asda
the brain was constantly losing it completely or partially, so often, then returning to a slow, crawling working state. There were a few moments in there all the same. Rare flashes of the old Inchie. Unfortunately, which state I was in and when is a jumbled-up mélange, an assortment of miscellaneous thoughts in my memory bank. Few of them made sense or had anything to do with the matter or problem at hand at any particular moment. Similar to my 
Waking up view.
a bit of a workout on me, but I’d sooner go without the extra pains; from hauling buckets of water from the kitchen sink to refill the non-working W.C. tank!
I got a delightful selection of fresh-cut vegetables into the slow cooker. Seasoned with just sea salt and a drop of Worcestershire sauce. Carrots, peas, leeks, potatoes and swede. 
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arrived. She whipped the things away for me, bless her cotton socks.
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I had one of the longest periods of Mind-Blanks ever! Well, I can recall odd bits; While I was supposedly out of it, Carers called, and I did a lot of work on the blog for Monday to get it posted off, at last. But this is not really remembering; it’s just that I found the blog done, although poorly, and the Carers had signed the log sheet after I came back to semi-consciousness but had still been operational? Sort 0ff…
I also found that the day bag had filled up quickly. That or I’d been ‘out-of-it’ longer than I thought?
Apophenialising with these two slate afternoon shot
Fish with babies in an aquarium?
Bulging Veins? And a bruise?
A welcome pleasure to see this wonderful, kind, highly desirable, Nurse, Hristina. (Christina in Polish)
At the time, I was a smidgen miffed, because I was deep into CorelDrawing and caring mistakes, unwanted duplicates, and searching for a graphic I started yesterday, but had forgotten which file I’d put it and what I’d named it!
are making hobbling about difficult & painful. She said she’d see if it could be arranged for someone to call on me, and she’ll let me know. (Hard nothing yet)
No, the sun needs to be at the far left or right…
Got the position, but a terrible photo”
Not far enough to the left…
Mmm… No good, shame!
came. Checked the day pouch for me. Issued some Peptac & Painkillers, and took some shots of the sunset, before it 
Bootiful! Although not a good shot, I rushed it. on the way back into the other room…
Of course, there was no whining, howling, cursing or swearing.
I’ve ever done. Spot in the right foots 
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