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A GREAT START TO THE DAY THIS MORNING – Yes!
But it didn’t last too long. I had a 
as I tried to dislodge my bulk from the c1966, charity-shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, TV remote hiding, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, ancient itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I had a few, actually, to be right! I slipped off of the recliner seat when taking off the night pouch. 
… Then, I walked into the drawer cabinet. This, I believe, was caused by the eye patch shooting off as the tape broke. I was virtually blind for a few seconds, just enough time to shoulder-charge the stack of plastic draws, send the yellow recycle box of used Anoxaparin needles, to the floor… 
missing at my lunge for 
, and clouted the back of the dodgy right hand, which I could have done without.
The eyes, hand, 
and to a degree, my old friend 
, have given me much hassle today. So I got stuck into blogging just cause I love it and wanted some escape from the pressures of old age, ailments and my new-found-again self-pity moments.
I lost most of the tabs I made that I use in the blog. Note the new ones on this post. I had to make all 125 of them from scratch again… no meals, no wash & shave and here I am only just starting this blog off at 00:35hrs in the morning… with the eye patch hanging off again! I’ll have to rush if I stand any chance of any sleep. Being a blog addict does not help.
Forgive my forthcoming details and bad chronologically.
Dark urine again this morning.
It didn’t get much better.
The back of the hand was beginning to
look moonlike again. Hehehe!
The Carer took a shot of the eye while the pad and cover were washed… not successfully, though.
She got the things back on.
The pad had come loose again when the gal returned.
Soon got it sorted for me.
Lunchtime view.
The plates & pins look good!.
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Patched up again.
My eyesight is causing me to miss when doing anything, pouring water in a mug, or seasoning into a bottle. But worst of all – I’m making more and more mistakes on the keyboard. I’ve never taken so long… Humph!
I hope I live long enough to get it finished. Har-Har!
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Plan D on the fourth visit. Hahaha!
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Next to the last call.
Looking better…
At least, I think it is?
Got nothing done, no meal, no time.
I was determined to get the new tabs done.
And I did, but it laid me up. Hehehe!
Caught the sunsets end.
Got to get to Kip now.
Nurse Christina coming in the morning…
♥ You can see why I love her. ♥
I’ll see if I can get back on to this in the morning…
It’s now gone 03:15 hours already.
Sleep? What’s that, then?
If only I hadn’t made the cock-up of the year in losing those tabs from the file. I still don’t know how I did it…
It was 
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I think!
Cheers!
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Thursday 
Not much urine in the night bag.
Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on
Got an early dinner breakfast.
arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.
lift, and met the Carer. 
The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors.
Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully.
A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison…
Care Handover Document.
Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my 
and 
, it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch.
I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.
The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I 
The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.
Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating. 
The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.
The patchwork by 
Chris stood up well!
Yesterdays bruise
This morning!
& 
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as I bent to empty
day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started 
off pain-giving. 
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arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!
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Not a good job. 
hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and…
I poke myself right in the cataracted eye!
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I had another go at securing the lens cover…
Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?
I’m in pain.
Got the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me.
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A little dark again.
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. 
As the two end curtain rings shot off! 
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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on 
, 
and 
. Before I’d finished the shower, I added 
, 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 
kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! 
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?
, and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination.
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as well as 
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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On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG.
Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes!
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot…
Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated?
Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off!
Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… 
Then, the Asda order arrived…
The freezer was full now…
The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, 
pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were..
getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites)
I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name.
or
It’s a close-run thing, you know.
Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now…
PAREIDOLIAING
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode…
lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking
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. Carer Richard told me later it was Grade seven on the NHS Urine colour docket. A bit dark? I’ll try to drink more water today.
had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for 
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Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids.
I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight 
little picker upperer to get it.
losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that 
every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with 
And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good.
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Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old 
, and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But 
Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
I had some brekkers.
17:50hrs: So light out there.
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visit, and calls from Sister Jane, Carers extra calls with the medications (Fetched my Carer Richard for me, a grand chap.