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So many hassles and ailments today…
Anything I tried to do, trouble got in the way!
The left leg kept collapsing… vulnerability?
The hospital doctor mentioned cerebropathy...
Thought when I get home, look it up straight away!
But Virgin Media did not want to play!
It kept going down for the rest of the day!
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley attacked at midday,
But she didn’t have it all her own way…
Shaking Shaun joined in: lackaday!
Balance walking, wobbly, made me feel giddy,
No time for my blogging & wordsmithery,
My DVT nurse comes tomorrow to take my blood away,
She rang me to ask what time of day ♥,
The opticians rang, I couldn’t hear what she did say…
What sanity I have, was drifting away…
EENT Clinic rang, about the operation day,
There may be some sort of delay…
Social Services are coming on Monday…
I don’t know what for, they didn’t say,
The Mobility Team on Wednesday…
DVT Anticoagulant rang; booked me into the faculty?
Sister Jane rang me, we were very chatty…
3 visits to the Porcelain Throne, they were whiffy!
Iceland delivered food, that costs pounds, over fifty!
Wen t to get things done ablutionary,
No hot water; the tap was dripping away!
The whole day was wrong, contrary…
Things seemed unreal, delusionary,
Still, no time to start the blog diary,
22:00hrs I started on the one for Wednesday,
There were always things diversionary…
I soon got feeling weary & wary…
My mind got into a bigger disarray,
Thoughts were going all over, thataway, thereaway,
I never want to suffer such an abominably, bad day…
Like I suffered this bloody Thursday!
Nearly midnight now, still need a shower someway,
Do the teggies, shave, change the catheter...
Eye drops, Germoloid the piles and basically…
Get some sleep; hoping Friday will go less diabolically!
And my body will act less dysfunctionally…
The brain too, the day goes less eventfully
And, Cognitive Impairment Iris, plays favourably,
All day I’ve not eaten anything gastronomically,
I’ve just been so damned up-to-the-neck busy.
I’ll put some potatoes in the oven, quickly…
Do the needed tasks ablutionary,
I’m feeling better already…
I’m doing this ode, quite lyrically?
And face my problems bravely,
Not moaning, groaning or snivelly!
The upcoming appointments, medically,
Only the one that’s neurophysiologically,
I’ll approach a little nervously,
Funny how I’ve cheered up suddenly…
Not bad, cause I’ll be showering nocturnally,
I’ll cope with things philosophically…
I’ll check what that means in my dictionary!
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Worra Blooming Day!
Up at 05:10hrs.
The night Bag was removed.
Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! Am I surprised? Then yes, not after the nightmare day, though!.
Waste bags sorted.
The was better!
First mug of Glengettie!
Computer on.
But not for long.
The intercom flashed as I got the spuds out of the drawer.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my 
in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.
Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me
The freezer filled once again!
Naughties?
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.
The phone started ringing almost nonstop for hours.
Nurses, Carers, Social Services, Fall Team, Optician, Sister Jane, and others. The computer was not touched again until late evening… but by 21:00hrs, 
Had amassed no less than…
The second and last mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, was being gulped down with three shortcake biscuit sticks. No, I’m not kidding, just three! 
I got a new strap on the wristwatch.
The Days Sky Photos.
All from roughly the same spot at the kitchen window.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Bootiful!
Early Morning
Now I’ll try to get a meal made.
Potatoes in the oven, and thought I’d change the night bag and get the ablutions done. But I 
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So, got the burnt potatoes out of the oven… buttered the potatoes unsparingly, and added some yellow tomatoes, with a lemon dessert for afters.
Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10
And fell asleep again…
Cheers Middears!
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Parkers below from the balcony.
So a lot of cleaning up to do!
Waste bins sorted.
Laundry.
One for me, one for the pot…
Should I save some for later?
Not made into the saucepan?
The battered balls had to be thrown away.
Oh, missed this morning’s front car park photo off!
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failed yet again. I gave up!
, nor any of the
kept me awake this time. But every time I drifted off into the land of Nod, I’d shoot awake with a helluva shock and jerk! 
I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.
for the handsome, young, fit, sprightly, cheerful, effervescent, Inchy…
The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!
For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?
To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the 
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For the first time in weeks, 
was in full control of this reluctant and painful evacuation.
I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.
Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to 
Later Morning views.
returned… Five minutes later…
Off for about 20 minutes this time.
addicted 
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Late afternoon view!
The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!
Paperwork for Kara gathered together.
The second and last mug of tea was taken.
A decent effort this time.
Evening Sky shots
From different angles.
High in the sky, below.
, or I was in the middle of a
I think the average cuts acquired when shaving would average around 4. I’m as bald as a badger on my head, yet hair grows behind my ear holes and neck?
I have acquired a habit lately of bashing my head on the way down. Usually on the sharp corner of a counter or ledge. With the odd few that have left me unconscious. The last one, when the leg lost all neurotransmitters sensation, I twisted and landed on my back – not sure if I blanked out for a few seconds… As I regained a modicum of reality, the Nottingham Home Alarm Monitor Control lady talked to me over the alarm box. Her voice sounded slightly panicky, and communication was even worse this time
Does Not Go Down
But, this, of course, is an impossibility!
was many months ago. Since then the
have had a 100% daily failure rating.
Today, they cocked it up five times in 2 hours!
The tin opener is the biggest offender.
Naturally, these events usually are down to one of these…
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or
falling down.
But, a rare event!
Like the photo above, sometimes caused by a shaving behind the lughole’s error. Occasionally at their own behest, for which I have had tests… blood all over my vest…
Which, of course, is one for the coming future,
They usually come out smelling atrocious…
Tomatoes, chips, peas & battered chicken,
I get it wrong again and again!
To my days with Grizelda ♥
Further back to memories of Mother…
Last week with Deanna.
A nice gal I met in the USA. I forget her name…
Waiting for a job interview as Team Motivator to start.
Memories of my first car.
My walk in the Royal Maze, Liverpool,
I was happy after I got the message through to me…
Happy memories of bath time – 1959, revisited in 1969!
I just returned from the hospital after the six-week Nottingham Residential Home stay. And proudly made my first meal for me in well over three months… weeks. Burnt my hand on the oven shelf. Happily, I learned my 
Sister Jane escorted me back home after the cancer operation at the QMC Ward 19 operation, and I was released. I got given my notice the following week.
Both are long gone now. Sob!
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I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be 
able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
What, me… Worried?
Removed the night pouch, initially with ease…
As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. 
. I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud!
I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne.
I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room.
soon stopped leaking.
Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! 
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me.
Areas attached to 
, knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared.
Little 
was painfully creamed. (It always is!)
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This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
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It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was
The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew!
I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, 
. I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
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Great balls of fire! 
 
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, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the 
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water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite 
the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in 
the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. 
I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
could come back on in ten minutes or so. 
again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and 
chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
Lips, faces, & a spear?
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Up and at them… well…
Night Pouch.
Oh, dear… not so good.
Morning view.
Asda (Walmart) Delivery.
Drinkies for The bladder.
Food!
More food!
Medical, Laundry & Washing.
I knocked some cans while adding them to the display…
Clouds for a pareidolia.
Pod pea shelling in the afternoon.
Later clouds for a pareidolia.
Super-Nosh!
The ankle looked easier and less inflamed.
Late Sunset.
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. But it wasn’t there! I was so tired last night, I thought it had been put on… 
. This caused a certain amount of pull on poor Little 
haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages.
Nothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated.
Hehehe!
The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.
To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos…
of the heavy rain.
Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.
I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.
and 
. He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.
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Before
the rain returned, the sky was wonderful.
The Citrus Way car park.
Photoed it when â…”rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box.
Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for 
!!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had!
No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep!
Bootiful!
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NHS Scale 4
Sprayed the slippers.
Kitchen.
Kitchen morning view.
Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound
I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato.
Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers
caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!
The knuckle and the potato.
giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat 
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the 
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. 
Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; 
It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the 
and
on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!
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The first effort after waking proves the point.
Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old 
. Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price! 
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made.
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
Evening Sunset
A close-up.
