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so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.
Forgot to put a nocturnal catheter pouch on, so it is a full-day bag to wake up to.
Morning views.
Heavy fog for an hour or two.
I lost my camera and wristwatch.
Carer Christopher. Looks and sounds a little poorly to me! Hope he’ll be okay.
Forever changing. Tsk!
Darker again.
Struggling with the blog.
But found the camera!
Just in time to catch the end of sunset.
Did a sweep of the sky.
Right view.
Got some potatoes in the oven and pressed on with this blog… Made mistakes? Me? Yes! Tons!
Went to check on the spuds.
Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha!
Almost ready.
Seasoned the vegetable stew.
Added some veg stock.
I took three snaps of the last of the sun’s glow.
All in close-ups, so not too good.
The ribbon of light.
To the left, some clouds.
Great looking further on.
Got the nosh served up.
Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.
Now, this may surprise you… it did me…
took a night off!
Unfortunately, 
had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by 
. Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!
Please have a great day!
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Not much.
Blue hue again.
arrived.
She’s brought the laundry back up for me.
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and diabetic socks fitted.
Getting lighter.
Spuds out to bake later.
Did the midday call. She helped me get the washing from the fairer into the cupboards, bless her. Checked the cooler and taps for me and took the waste bag as she left. 
commenting and reading. I was on it for hours and hours, addicted. 
arrived, strewth, is it that time already? Chris changed the day pouch for me. 
Chris took a photo of segregated legs when he removed the strappings & socks for me. Hehe!
Not sure why I took two of these?
Rest assured, there will have been be a reason hidden within the convoluted, warped confines of my cerebr
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And dunked some Maryland cookies.
Seasalt & no-butter butter and ‘no bread’!
Took these sun-setting photos.
Bootifu!
Amazing…
A final closer effort.
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, which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as IÂ checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs?
Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!
Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..
Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.
Well, not so bad this time.
Never mind.
How this was taken is a mystery to me. 
I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with 
She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the
day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh!
The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!
I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra. 
Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair?
Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with 
, to get the blood flowing, cause now, 
, the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, 
I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.
chimed out.
It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.
The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!
A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?
Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!
Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.
A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping, and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe!
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This is a short version to give me time to get everything needed for the visit to the surgery tomorrow. Everything takes much longer to get done nowadays, and I hate cutting down my beloved blog. But, needs must. Sorry.
Even darker this morning.
With not having another delivery for eight days, I stocked up on nibbles & treats for the nurses, delivery drivers, and carers who call on me.
A little concerned about the use-by date.
On the cobs. Why has it got a hand-written 10/7 on a self-sticky label atop the square? 
I bent down to retrieve the just knocked over
 and clouted myself on the forehead against the tap. Then continued with my evacuationing…
Eurgh!
The legs seemed one heavy, one lighter?
The 
day set-up is due to be changed tomorrow. But only if the Carer arrives earlier. But I have requested it via other Carers, so I should have time… provided I get up early enough to get the ablutions done first.
An odd outcome for this zoomed-in shot of the street, Cavendish Crescent. Not very good.
Came. She helped me with the leggings. Bless her. Medications were issued, and we shared a laugh briefly. Nice!
An hour later, getting lighter.
Took its time getting light today.
On this occasion, the day punch had filled within two hours of emptying it.
Front view.
With sticky dumplings undercooked!
Easy-Peasy!
Imitation belly pork, fantastic oven chips, and a fruity brown sauce dip for the bread. Rounded of with a pot of orange jelly. Delectable nosh!
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Morning view.
My one and only mug of Glengettie of the day! Of course, I let it get cold…Â Tsk!
Mystery photo taken?
I put the TV on and became more confused about what I was doing. Left it on for hours. Forgot it was on!
Again.
I heard the tune playing for ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ on the TV and watched the episode.
Carer Christopher arrived, and I mentioned that the laundry had not been returned. He gave me the medications and shot down to fetch them for me. Bless him. 
Still too dark, I must start guzzling the water again.
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joining in the feast of pain and discomfort. 
whether or not I remember all this on Wednesday morning. So, I suppose that 
will have to play his part in the proceedings, too. 
, and hobbled semi-hastily 
You can almost see the heat in this shot.
I salvaged the porcelain bowl from the vice-like grip of the artistic-looking, smelly mess. (I should have sent the photo to the Tate Gallery?) I left it in the sink bowl in hot water, bleach, baking soda and washing-up liquid to soak overnight. I’ll inspect things in the morning.
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I took off the 
  
get the thing started, and after a couple of loud plonks in the water that sounded like bricks falling, the stinking flood of semi-liquid content flowed!
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set about cleaning up my rear end, and I think the initial tending to the bum 
took over half a toilet roll; things were wet and so sticky! Not to mention phooey!
I got the alert bands back on. The Dementia and FND ones, I couldn’t find anywhere?
The view from the kitchen window mirrored how I felt at that moment. 
on the bottom of the radiator. I was getting more and more hot under the collar now! What next, I thought?
Started updating yesterday’s blog.
would nearly have me over. She may well get me later on, though; they have been very persistent today!
short, sharp, heavy shower followed a little later. Of course, my plan to ask the next caller to put the ankle and leg strappings and diabetic socks back on went out of the window
done. This means trying to get this blog done early, or at least most of it, cause I’ll not have time in the morning to do it first thing, so I’ll need to get my head down earlier… but of course, this does not bother me a bit. 
The new slippers were giving me no bother today. 
The PP’s are bloodied. 
Taken to my left, this shot is lighter as the sun is on the way down. You can see the shadows of it on the first one above right.
Bootiful!
Called. I took his BP. I’ll put it on the list for tomorrow. He Had to rush, with the visit times being halved, but I managed to take it.
It filled a lot quicker this time around.
Heated the oven for the chips for the chips to go in later. Scorched a finger or two on the bars.
I made a brew of the finest tea, Glengettie. The only one allowed now daily. This is because the Warfarin Anticoagulation INR results are all over the place. They blame the tea drinking. So, no longer two mugs of tea allowed daily, but one! Grunglenagocks!
Went to wash the mug, and the night hue had changed again.
Ah, well, at least it had a Tate Gallery-appealing artistic side to it. Hehehe! 
As I turned to grab my 
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I limped to the wet room, and I cleaned up and medicated various things.
Then another 
twinged and at the same 
instant, gave way on me! I didn’t hit the deck, but I did bang my right elbow on the sink while using it to stop me from going down and stubbing my toe against the stanchion. 
Well, I got two of them.
and is one of the oldest temples in Bhubaneswar, the capital of the Indian state of Odisha, India. The temple is the most prominent landmark of Bhubaneswar City and one of the state’s major tourist attractions.
Oven chips, Lamb & Mutton burgers, milk roll bread, & sliced pickled beetroot. With a small pot of tasteless orange-flavoured jelly, which started off with a small pot of blackberry cheesecake. 
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In the kitchen, too?
Had a go at the crossword.
That hue is there again?
I got some of the fresh Ada peeled potatoes and cut them up in my intended vegetable stew meal. 
The thumb this time!
Morning view from the kitchen.
goods were put away. And what a struggle it was! I swore not to make another order for any food until after next week! Pee’d off with myself now!
Moroccan tomatoes, Eurgh!
Treats for the helpers.
Basics.
Food shoved in the fridge.
And freezer.
I took a shot from the balcony of the end car park.
Did the midday call. She struggled and had to go in case she overran on the schedule. She still made sure things were okay with me. She is off on holiday for a fortnight… that is well-earned, but it shattered my confidence. There’ll be no financial assistance/guidance for a while now. She’s bound to be missed by all of us, such a helpful treasure.
I got the sliced spuds out of the slow cooker and into the stewpan on the stove.
Then, I added some tomatoes and chunky vegetables to the mix, stirred it well, and turned off the heat. So that will be an easy-to-prep meal later. 
If I don’t pass something soon, an explosion is likely! I hope not like… Haha!
Evening shot.
A terrible shot of the houses below.
A little harder this one.
Getting tummy ache now.
The moon seemed very small tonight. I had to zoom in to get this shot… I took four; this is the only one of the moon looking recognisable.
Later, the moon was hidden altogether.
Washing the pots is not easy when you have to lug the Nocturnal catheter bag around with you. I tend to put it down to do something needing both hands and forget about it. Walk away, the bag catches onto something, and the tube yanks in Little Inchie… Argh! Twice tonight! But at least the release valve wasn’t knocked open. I got sorted and thought I’d better get my head down for some much-needed sleep.
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Going to dish these and the other odd pairs that have been weeded on from the leaky catheter bags, valves or tumbles, Whoopsiedangleplops.
I can recall taking these shots. This first one got me in a bad mood as I failed again.
Tried again. Ah, not so bad.
Shame I couldn’t take a close-up.
Evening effort of the view.
Take within seconds of each one.
Even in my state of mind at the time, I thought how beautiful the view was.
It beat me.
Guess what it is?
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I rose gingerly and felt so cold, as 05:40hrs. Removed the slightly dark urine bag and emptied it. I had a bit of a struggle to get the link tube out, but I got there without any 
The last one was a smidge betterer!
Signs of a guilt-promoting nature in the bin!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. 
Had a wash and got the 
tended to. Then I got daily as and if needed ones attended to. A lot of them were needed.
I ran out of the dry-eye spray, but I’ve a little left of the dry-eye drops. Must get some more.
I had a search around in case I might have left a bottle of the eye spray with the medical supplies in or near the Steptoe & Son rubbish room.
I’d not, Humph!
A telephone call from the surgery confirmed the February Medicine Assessment appointment. Also, the change in the Warfarin doses, & the need to keep to them strictly. As the level is up and down, they want to know why.
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With the wind blowing hard, I took these through the kitchenette window glass. The misshaped moon and reflection of whatever it was gave it an airiness?
The wide shot of the houses qualified as terrible and artistic, I think? Hehe! It brought back to mind an arcade and Atari computer game of the 1970s. I can’t recall the name. Is there something about space?
The potato was selected to be used for the cheesy baked potato nosh.
Got the mega-spud in the oven. Getting the ingredients together and the catheter day pouch emptied.
Getting the sharp knife, I, once again, knocked the box off of the shelf… Double-Humph! One of the cheaper knife blades broke into two, another the tip snapped off, not be seen again… (I anticipate finding it, or instead treading on it with no shoes on, later)
Emptied the flesh into the mixing bowl.
And gave the contents a food mashing up.
I put a plaster on the cut fingernail afterwards.
I ran the three scalded fingers under the cold tap and applied some Germolene. The finger had stopped bleeding, so it needed no attention.
The cheesy potatoes were fantastic!
Going darker again.
Evening all!
They might have said Schoolboy’s Face!
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The session went well… Yes, that’s what I said! Only two weeny cuts shaving, mind you; there’s always something, and the gums gave me the only bother I had. Even getting the PPs on went almost easily. Great!
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today! He shot off, and I went into a semi-panic mode. I’ve got all this stuff to get in the fridge and freezer, but I knew it would fit in… and the Iceland order was also due shortly!
room for the new stuff. I ended up taking a carrier bag full of short-dated stuff to the waste chute and ditching it. Then started rearranging things to use less room on the shelves and freezer, suddenly realising I had all the JS stuff to sort yet…
These were sorted…
Then these…
I hope I can get the soda bread in.
Great news here, though. The terrible foul-looking meat in a jar that tasted heavenly was delivered, Yummy! 
More sorting…
I got some of the Anya potatoes into the slow cooker for later with the mushroom risotto.
Took this shot of the blue-looking view. It wasn’t this blue; I can’t understand why it came out like this. If I remember, I’ll ask Tim from New Mexico later on.
I had to empty the day bag as the chap took the bags to the kitchen for me.
Thankfully, not a lot of frozen stuff.
I had a heck of a job getting the fresh stuff into the fridge. I’d bought treats for the carers. 
Just look at the choc-o-block fridge now!
I took this shot and got on with the blogging. For hours, and hours… it’s been seven up to now.
Through the glass of the balcony.
The one above showed rejectionist patterns in the rain. Har-Har! How did it get a copy of the cars not in the shot, in amongst the trees and bushes? They look like ghostly cars.  
Carer Christopher came, taking the wee-wee out of 
my peed-on several times and washing designer slippers. Haha! He dished out the medications, and as we chatted, I told him about my not being able to get at the hairs growing on my neck to shave them. We went into the wet room, and he dry-shaved my neck for me… I’m sure the bleeding will stop eventually. (Only joking!)
The blue sky returns.
Carer Christopher arrived on his last visit. I was just getting my dinner out of the oven and plated. He took it to the front room for me, and I forgot to photograph it. Mushroom Risotto with some Anya potatoes.
Nothing like as delicious as the mushroom Risotto Sister Jane did for me in 1989. That was so good, I can still remember the taste of it! But it was a processed meal, so I couldn’t expect too much.
soon kicked off. He was vehement tonight, waking me up many times, & starting again within minutes each time I nodded again.