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I did a full Norton clean-up and virus scan of the computer. Apparently, 65 sites were tracking me at that time. The usual offer of downloading an app to keep them out is at another ridiculous cost.
I did a search for Raynaud’s Syndrome. Each site seemed very vague, and in my current state, I baffled myself even more by doing so.
Some of the Carers have got the ‘Lurgy’. At least one is off work with it. Two that I know of are struggling with the symptoms and taking as many medications as I am. Hehe! But battling on. Not looking good for them.
I started lots of things and finished none today.
I’m miles behind with the blog again. He says I’ll try to catch up by getting up early in the morning!
So, this will be a shorter, quick blog.
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Morning views, left to right, from the kitchen.
Reynaud’s on just one finger?
End car park with the crows taking a bath in the mudslide Drizzling still.
Back to the Throne.
Reynauds easing off on finger.
Midday, drizzling still falling.
I think this is the fullest it’s ever been?
Care Marie’s first call, she was suffering with the ‘Lurgy’. Carrying medications with her to take over her shift. Doing a heroic effort in coming in, I reckon. Gave her a cold drinkie from the fridge to ease her throat. Her lips are cracked, and a terrible sore throat. ♥Â
Carer Kimberly called next. Carer Marie again, and then Carer Christopher did the last two calls. Kara was off poorly, so no banking and paperwork assistance. Hope she’ll be alright, and Marie does not get any worse. ♥ I’d be lost without the Carers.
More frequent visits today?
Hope I’m not getting the Lurgy as well.
Part eaten meal…
Blimus! Another visit!.
Reynauds had turned into an almost illuminant purple colour now! Still, it’s not painful at all.
Keep well, and be good…
Well, keep well!
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Another foggy morning.
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Back on the computer.
Beautiful late afternoon clouds.
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He then emptied his nocturnal catheter pouch. Not pleased with the amount of blood that seemed to be in his passed 
urine. He… well, I (Slipped into the second person mode there, sorry), I grabbed hold of 
and off to the wet room. WC duties first, and what a session this one was! The evacuated missile clunked into the WC bowl; it was wedged with about a quarter of it out of the water, and covered with the after-flow of a small dollop of high-quality stinky splashes from 
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Ablutions and medicalisationing tasks were carried out. 
Teeth and gums bleeding. All but went over getting the PPs on; I hate that balancing job. The urine flowing into the pouch looked a bit bloodied. And 
needed cleaning up again and ointmentating. 
some Phorpain gel on the shoulder where I could reach to rub it in. Oh, and I trapped my finger in the cupboard door. People won’t believe my good luck… or lack of it!
Carer Kara called next. She was in a rush, too. However, she did sort out the problem I had with the TV yesterday. Did it in two minutes. (I did feel a fool not being able to get it done myself)Â Bless her. She shot off, and I was lonely again, just like when Marie departed. Sad, innit? Hahaha!
I got a snack made up to satisfy my sudden hunger. 
Washed the things, and spotted some unusual activity of Devon close. On, Cavendish Close. 
from the kitchen and concentrated on getting clear photographs of whatever it was that was going on. 
A kitchen window photo to the right was taken first.
Then I took one of the lowering sun to the left of the window.
At this stage, the night Carer called. It was nibble-nibbling Carer Christopher. 
.I almost got caught out when the catheter day pouch suddenly filled so quickly again – all okay though, nae bother. It was emptying slowly for some reason unknown to me.
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Gorgeous, even if not as good as they might have been.
Finally got the blog finished and posted off to WordPress.
The baby baguettes at the side of the tray of potato hot-pot, shows up just how measily the mini-sized Parsley Box meal was. 
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Horrible photo.
Pouch nearly bursting.
I can recall taking these cloud shots.
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Gorgeous!
Flowing well.
Gave up with the blogging, meal in oven and put the TV on. At least I found the remote control tonight.
A feast!
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Gloomy morning view…
and sky.
Boy, the skies had changed.
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at the same time! I crumpled, banging 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. Bursting open poor 
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, to the wet room to medicate my rear end, and Phorpain gelled 
and dusted my spectacle and dressing gown with dried flaked-off skin! 
Early hours of the morning, I made a bowl of vegetable chilli. Grand! 
I think I may have made a cock-up here?
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He looked poorly. No, cheering him up at all was successful. He must be going through hell with the diabetes symptoms. Poor lad.
Collectively.
Mushroom Risotto
Vegetable & Lentil Hotpot
Three bean Chilli
Vegetarian Cottage Pie.
Meat Free Chilli.
Cumberland Pie.
arrived. She rang the Community Nurse’s place and told them about the new Catheter pouch being too long and the tube too thick. They said they would replace them with men’s day bags ASAP. Thanks, Kara! ♥.
like last time. I went into concentration mode and proceeded to make up the templates. 
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Arrived to carry out the late call.
Dagnabbit, and balderdashski! I’d missed two days off and doubled up on another. And now they are all out of order and sync. Crying was an option, as was cursing and self-recrimination… not as far as suicide, though! Chris thought it was funny. Huh! Boy, was I irked at my own stupidity! No meal or TV watching tonight; I had to correct the errors and spent an aeon getting them sort of nearly, well, something like an imitation of a workable order.  
Not a good shot, Tsk!
A smidge betterer?
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Adios Amigos!
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The Catheter Katie night pouch did not have much in it, and it was far too dark.
Removed it from the day bag. This new style, which I believe is a woman’s version, has a really thick, long tubing. The release valve at the bottom is touching my slippers; it’s that long! When it fills, the weight drops it down even further, making reaching it to release the valve to be emptied, is difficult and painful.
Morning view ahead.
The misty sky.
called on the first call of his day shift.
A nearly full front car park this afternoon. 
I painfully bent down to get to the release valve, which with the weight of urine, was now on the floor! And noticed afterwards the state of the top of the leg, where the extra-thick (No, I’m not talking about me, Hehe!) and long tube had worn a shape into the leg.
I wiped off the trickles of blood and took this picture of it. I’m hoping Kara can call the District Nurses, or wherever she calls it, to ask them if there is any chance they can swap back to the old shorter ones.
Easy-peasy one today… even I spotted the mistake. Albeit, it took me longer than the 4 seconds.
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Wobble and a double moon.
Another bad un…
Nearly missed it altogether…
Aha, Gorrit!
Later shot from the kitchen.
tended to me. Got diabetic socks on my feet and Phorpain Gel, which medicated me.
Gotten Himmel! That suddenly filled up!
Carried them into the kitchen
No potatoes! But hot dog rolls and baguettes last a week if I use the freezer. Drink treats for the nurses & carers. There are low-cal sausages and some franks in there, too. Wholemeal cob hot dogs?
The freezer is full, too!
Even darker wee-wee now.
Carer Chris saw how long and so low down the new Catheter day pouch was. He tried to shorten the thick, wide tubing, but it was glued on, so there was no go. We both think this was a female bag. I’m in great pain as I now have to bend down as low as my ankle to get to the release valve for emptying, which is not suitable. I’ll ask Kara if she can see if these are ladies’ bags tomorrow.
Massive tubing!
The release valve is far too low down.
Lovely view.
Late night shot. Not too bad for me.
Made hot dogs and had them with tomatoes and mushrooms with a splash of low-calorie tomato sauce in each sliced roll. The chips are processed out of a packet cold, which the Nurse tells me are low in carbs and calories, and I’m allowed to eat.
I only got three of them in 25 minutes!
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The only decent photos taken all day. Of the sky and moon. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete put an end to decent Kodak Tim shots then. Not many were taken today, and I lost my confidence a little. the Kodak Batteries lasted for only a day, about 12 pictures worth. Later, I put the last of the Kodak batteries in; they are… were, two batteries a day used since buying them. A warning here is anyone is tempted to buy them from Amazon or eBay… don’t! They should be called Energy-less!
On the next visit to the Porcelain Throne. Still, it does make things more interesting; never knowing what you are going to have to put up with. Constipation Konrad’s unmoveable concrete Torpedoes? Splurging, splattering, almost liquid evacuations, of the Trotsky Terence mode that needed not only my body but sometimes the wet room floor, WC, and splattered floor cupboards to be cleaned.
it turned out, arrived five minutes after Richard had left me. It was 
. She was on the much overdo and needed weekly domestic visits.  Helped me with the ablutions. I really appreciated that and hid my embarrassment, and she didn’t laugh. Haha! While I was shaving and not doing a good job of it, Maryham cleaned the wet room for me. But I forgot to ask her to put my socks on afterwards, Brr! Hehe! ♥
Started blogging many hours later than planned. Then,
getting the socks on. ♥ 
Stubbed my toes against the base of the clothes-airer legs. I just laughed it off, with gay abandonment and a chuckle to myself.
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My typing and blogging skills were even worse than they were earlier. I’d typed unknown words that did not exist. Misspellings and grammar disasters that had Grammarly forever showing up. Forgetting the word or words needed to suit the context. Stomach ache, and of all things, I’m being barraged by 
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Took the tablet, and was summoned to the wet room. What a mess! And an awful lot of cleaning up afterwards was needed. 
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Applying the Germoloid ointment 
has never stung before. Well, it flipping well did today? 
After a few hours farting about making mistakes on the blog, I opened the box of Walkers Worcester Sauce-flavoured 21g potato sticks and gobbled it up. Not the whole box you understand, just one packet. Hehehe!
I went to use up the last of the chips. Doing the daily meal preparations… 
Placing the chips in the oven, and up popped kindly, 
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carefully got them back in the oven and cooking. Then made up a baguette with the usual No-Butter Butter slathered thickly on the wholemeal roll. How will I manage with eating no potatoes? Can witchcraft help? Praying did
Here it is! Sadly, these are my last chips until I get the diabetic level down to a safer level… even then, and if I can do so, will they allow me to once again eat 
the staple food of the 1940s-born generic Nottingham proletariats ever again? Will this be the final score high score of my noshes?
I saw here, Mummy & Daddy clouds, with the babies all in line below
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A tinge of brown in the first-morning snap of the view from the kitchenette?
Thus, I evacuated the splashy sludge.
The brown clouds had lessened.
I did the waste bags and then made up the day’s spring water bottles.
Getting lighter now.
Frost was on the ground, but that soon cleared up, especially on the bottom field, decorated with footfall-made paths.
Despite my guzzling away at the water, the flow from bladder to pouch was far less today.
Late afternoon.
Bye-bye, sunshot.
Veg soup, nosh. Had just two thin rounds of bread, and some potatoes were in with the beans.
I did… but not in the time allotted.