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Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning.
Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…
At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the 
The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising.
I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…
but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the 
. And what a session that was! 
had given in the battle for supremacy, and 
was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe!
Next, I started the 
. Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on 
, which made me jump, and pulled it again!
had lowered my 
spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more!
However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all.
Medications now, other than the.
Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from 
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No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.
Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my 
area. He did a good job with it too.
Dished out the medications and did the second 
eyedrops.
Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.
Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w
as Pareidoliaiable.
I see a mouth and chin?
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the 
left leg…
Then 
right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with 
There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters.
I believe the base cause of the falls is PN.
The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else.
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We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds.
I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far!
I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, 
he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe!
Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc.
And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe!
The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit.
He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again! Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.
I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?
Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham.
Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick 
enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on.
Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide?
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size. Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch?
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the 
eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)
Going to get something to eat now. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
I caught the last moments of the 
sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious
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A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10.
Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something. 
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!
Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my 
door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.
Auf Wiedersehen, Mon amis & до побачення
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Well, where do I start again?
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as 
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
. 
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Yet again!
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. 
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
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Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home,
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and 
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood.
I got the 
and proceeded to hobble in the direction of the kitchen, to empty, clean and pack the pouch away – a temporary diversion; I gave myself a good 
on the Ottoman en route.
Apparently, accidentally taking this photo?
Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of 
. Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had 
not got any pod peas. Grrr! 
The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!
The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.
Took this grim-looking picture.
Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside. 
The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was.
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: Wot, yer on abarght now?
uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
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Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: 
I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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Not the worst of days, by a long chalk,
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of 
was off to the 
empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. 
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows.
cause the food arrived.
keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! 
them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. 
Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.
Busy here!
wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too
By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this!
The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind!
, 
. Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water.
To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and ab
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more?
. also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, 
, and 
are ever-present too. There are others, of course! 
etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called
Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well.
As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
And very nice it was too!
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It looked nice and light in the first picture.
It now looked darker?
Five cuts shaving, all in the neck area. Let’s face it, that should be expected; this is the only area on the head where hairs grow still. apart from the ‘tash, and that is running
! Tsk!
Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
Got it all sorted in the end.
Made up some Soda water drinks, adding the raspberry flavoured juice in them.
Checked the kitchen. All safe.
Turned off the computer, and started to get the things ready before my last clean-up to set off for the lift.
The flats here are underneath the top red sign.
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lift arrived, no signage on it, so I hoped it was them. It was! I got onto the bus, tied down in the seat, for a worrying trip, as the seat was narrow, and pressing against the one in front, threatening to burst or cause to leak from the valve of 
, and 
somewhere during the next few minutes, because; The next thing I recall is being on another floor and simply lost! Someone came to me and asked if I was alright. Showed him or her the letter, and told me I wanted the ground floor. Took the lift down, and by the time I got there, my mind was
And on another machine, then eye tests on both eyes. 
Both repeated using an.
Chips in gravy, two roast potatoes, both done in the microwave.
An earlier photo that I missed. Tsk!
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very full. 
Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the 
was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that 
I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. 
Needless to say, 
calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.
Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails!
But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!
the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted.
The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89.
Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park.
the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! 
a feat I could not beat.
Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off.
I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.
in.
visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear! 
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we had a thunderstorm. 
and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting 
s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream? 
I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night 
The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised
I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of 
will need attention soon.
Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist)
Got the computer on.
capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity!
million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway.
I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.
I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again! I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?
. What am I thinking, a 
Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloa
Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job.
vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.
Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.
After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful 
I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!
Despite 
as well; The two 
forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.
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REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the 
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. 
Were belatedly carried out.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.