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Bladder bother, being depressed,
Doreen Dementia, can’t find a dentist…
Toothache Tiffany, Glaucoma Gladys,
So many things; I’m at my dorkiest,
I wish they could be dispossessed!
And health & sanity could be repossessed!
These hopes prove I’m at my docilest…
Daftest, dottiest, dowdiest, and doziest,
This week, I’ve been badassed & bypassed,
Most things I did were faulty or circumspect,
Forgotten, digressed, at my gauchest…
I’m demoralised, this I did expect,
More emails, boxes to be ticked & checked,
Worries, more debts, am I accurst?
Life used to be zestier now, at its yuckiest,
I accept old age & not being the luckiest…
Carers, Nurses, Debt collectors visits…
Next week there cometh a psychiatrist,
But no politicians or aerobicists,
Nurse Hristina on Monday for blood extracts,
I hope my logicality & sanity soon reconnects,
My legs have shrunk at their scantiest!
He called them chicken legs, hilarious!
Often my seizure, I do not witness,
Till I see things I’ve done, what a mess!
Tim Price told me to consult a Wiccanist,
Am I a conceptualist or a hypotheticalist?
I used to be an ardent philosophist,
Can’t find my watch if it’s off my wrist,
I suppose I’m more of a paradoxist,
Undoubtedly, I’ve become a schiziest,
Also, now I’m at my sloppiest, schleppiest,
Definitely, I’m at my schlumpiest,
Indeed, at my gloomiest & grumpiest,
Five callers on Monday, each one a nurse,
£30 for toenails cut by the chiropodist,
The Carer tells me I’m a somniloquist,
Caught me asleep talking to myself in verse,
And answering myself, could it get worse?
Of course, it will. Bad luck & I coexist!
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Sorry, it’s a bit bare today.
I didn’t get this started until Saturday morning!
I had two horrible days of Dizzy Dennis and Sandra’s Seizures and made more mistakes and errors than ever before. Photos are the only reference to whatever took place.
I know a nurse was called. I can see her image now, but I have no idea what happened. The calendar shows a hospital visit appointment for next Saturday. I wrote this above with a degree of certainty, only to find I made another mistake. The appointment was to remind me about a Nottingham City Homes event, not the City Hospital. Yet the image of the nurse’s face still lingers in my mind, although I am again certain now that one did not call at all.
I must blog on Friday and Saturday, including today (Saturday). I’m bewildered. This morning, the Caregiver (I think) was concerned about what must have been my nonstop gibberish. I pray that things will get better. I do indeed feel a little more with it now. Enough to try to sort out a blog of some sort. I shall press on, forwards.
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Way-too dark.
Chicken-Legs: See all the room in these slippers.
It would be nice if the belly would shrink, too.
Morning shots
End car park at the flats.
Taken from the computer chair. Through the two balcony windows and doors.
I put the potatoes in the slow cooker. Rather, a lot of Oregano seasoning. Incidentally, I found them in the slow cooker 27 hours later, on Friday. I’d totally forgot about them! Humph!
I think many photos were taken, but the computer did not let me file/save many of them.
I’m glad the computer granted me permission to load this one. Almost artistic with all the unseen additions to it.
Beef in black bean sauce is a ready-made meal. Air-fried frozen potatoes, chestnuts, and sliced red onions were added. The finger cut was not too bad a one.
Ah, well, better late than never, I’ll get it posted.
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I hoped I’d not have another day like Thursday,
But would I? Absobloodylutely!
What another nightmare on Friday!
It’s now a rainy, wet Saturday,
I’ve only just done this blog for Thursday!
Things have been going adversarially,
Seizures have ruled things Medically.
Various ailments are affected mentally.
Accifauxpas collaterally, but not colossally,
My coping and chin-up skills go pathetically.
Peace of mind – a much-wanted delicacy,
Maybe it’s time to stop my wordsmithery?
Each day, I seem to find a new vulnerability,
Live with constant Whoopsiedangleploppery,
I can’t get things to go right properly…
Talking to myself verbally & telepathically,
Concentration ruined by Toothache Tiffany,
I’m doing more things, sort of subconsciously,
Thoughts and actions can seem Pseudohallucinatory
For giving up, I now have a greater propensity,
I need someone to rescue, help or adopt me…
So, there are more problems now, you see…
Embarrassment makes my continuing tricky,
Was I fated for failure, fait accompli?
I’ll fight off this depression rancorously!
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Fare Thee All Well, May your day go Fine and Swell!
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But I got that done, and then I Phorpain gelled the cartilages of Chloe and Carole. Then, I did Arthur Itis’s left and right patellas with the same gel. Olive oiled the ears, put the
Blepha gel in the left eye, and Chloramphenicol drops into the right eye. 
a pleasure doing that. 
nasal area, and the Anti-Bleed swabbed when that cleared. The Nozohaem was kept handy, but it was not required. 
I cleaned up the wet room, took the waste bag and the used catheter bag to make up a larger one, and saw it was only 06:10 hrs! I’d done all that in just over two hours. But, being me, doubts lingered that I may have got the starting time or waking up time wrong. This took the edge off of my temporary period of almost glee and pride.
I took this snap just before going to the wet room. You can’t see the snow in this one, but it’s stubbornly time-melting
There was a mammoth cock-up again with the food orders. I would have sworn that I made one order for today and another with a different shop for next 
Wednesday. First, the Ocado delivery arrived. Then, this evening, the Tesco order arrived! No photos can be saved again, yet it let me do these above, then died on me again.
The computer let me upload these tonight, and later it saved them. Huh!
too much for me.
The 2nd delivery
Tomatoes, potatoes, chestnuts, and chestnuts, with two really-filled ham rolls, with no-butter butter, & a dab of Marmite.
Evening all! The snow melting.
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Close up from the kitchen window, trying to get the trees and bushes to see the changing colours.
Afternoon, I think.
Sunset.
Nosh.
Not sure if I’ve used this one before or not.
Carer Kimberly.
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, at least I think it has.
The night pouch seemed to be fuller than usual. If I recall correctly, I asked the Carer to put it on earlier than normal. I can’t remember why. 
So, no ablutioning could be done. I did try using the Porcelain Throne
Then I went back to the kitchenette.
The J. Sainsbury order arrived while Richard was here. I got it put away before I thought about photographing anything. Richard helped me carry the bags to the kitchen.
had been so kind to me over the last day and a half while I was out of it and feeling rough. It was her returning with a vengeance that made me realise.
Would any of my hundreds of fans, either of you, like to guess what this photo is of?
I took these snaps of the kitchen view. It was getting dark and a smidge misty, but I tried to capture the changing colours of the trees and bushes
Hello, I’m off to the often-visited WC in the wet room yet again!
I took these shots while I was cooking. 
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The meal: Tomatoes, black bean sauce, red onions sliced in, and some smoked streaky bacon. Brown & wholemeal cobs, and after digesting the feast, Carer Christopher arrived. The little monkey ran his fingernails along the soles of my feet again when he took of my diabetic socks. I’ve asked him not to. Hehe! But he seems to enjoy doing it. (Joking, I don’t want anyone to read this and think otherwise)
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I got on the computer to finish Monday’s blog. Then, most surprisingly, I was summoned to the porcelain Throne again. I was even more amazed at Trotsky Terence in control again! Which made me feel a fool for mentioning how pleased I was with Constipation Conrad. Now, I think the opposite. Coping with the bloody catheter is bad enough, especially with having to wear trousers again, the first time in months. I regained the worry over any leaks from the catheter or it filling up while I was out; now I fear things may escape from the rear end!
I pressed on with starting this blog. And half an hour into the job – unbloody-believable!
getting on and off of the bus? Will there be any waiting for what is needed? That will give it more time to leak or burst on the bus or during surgery. And walking is not an option anymore. That would take me an hour each way and almost guarantee an 
I chickened out and walked down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, carefully
hitting leaf-covered potholes. No falls yet. 
Road to the supposedly arranged flu jab at the top chemist. On the way up the hill, I called in the Co-op and got some food. As I walked up towards the chemist, the atmosphere was bleak. Nine people on that short stretch of the incline sat in closed shop doorways with the traditional pot of coffee, begging and giving out depressing stares that could melt you if you looked back at them. Poor devils or con men?
try the bottom chemist, a quarter of a mile down the hill and almost up the high point on the right. So I began the long trek down and up Mansfield Road to the second chemist to investigate. I got so far down and 
remembered there was a chemist to the north that the Carer might have booked me in with. Turned around, passing the Co-op and first chemist back up the hill and down to the Daybrook Chemist. I was feeling knackered by then! Got there. So, back up the Mansfield Road Hill to Sherwood, down through Sherwood to the chemist.
He rang other chemists without any luck. But Carrington Chemist could do me now and give me the COVID-19 jab.
Then, the long slog back up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Sherwood began.
I pressed on steadily and carefully.
I called into the continental shop and got some food. Then, I finally reached the bottom of Winchester Street. I have no idea of the bus timings nowadays, so 
I hastened… Haha! And hobbled up Winchester to the bus stop.
Gt in the flats, said hello to Warden Julie as I passed, and up to the flat. Food & sleep, I’m sure, were primarily on my mind.
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What an odd night’s sleep last night.
to the wet room to get a wash & shave.
I went to get the kettle on and took this poor shot of the view from the kitchenette window.
causing a lot of bleeding this afternoon.
The end car park.
The Tree Copse.
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He should have put ‘one word to describe this ode.’ Tsk!
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Frighteningly dark urine in the nocturnal bag!.
Another bit of good and bad news.
I took this snap of the carrier bags in my super-massive hallway (Hehe!) I could see some objects formed by the bags. Can you see anything in there?
Got the fridge filled a bit now.
The Pukka pies are a new product.
Before starting the blog, I popped into the balcony to see if anything would be worth photoing and was greeted with
A great choice was in the fridge if I fancied a sarnie to nibble on yeast extract, Asda, and Vegemite. They are also good as flavouring in some meals, the ones I used to make using the oven that I can no longer do due to the demise of the oven. I’ve only had it for… Ah, yes. I think it was 2008 when I bought it. I 
can’t get another one until the funds build up. But, I’ve got the microwave and a diddy air-fryer, so I’ll be able to cope with my usual aplomb and calm, capably copeable manner as I do with these things
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time. I did hit my shoulder on the doorframe, entering the wet room. I never used to do this when I had a cataract problem. This Glaucoma Gladys ailment must be worse than the cataract? But, they tell me it will be treated with a laser, in the same way, but it will take a lot longer, and I’ll have to take someone, relative, friend or caregiver with me to have the procedure at the hospital. No relative or friend to help, so a costly carer is the option. But the hospital has to write in the appointment that I ‘Have’ to bring a carer with me, and not just say they advise me to get one.
Much to my surprise, the computer, which had been a bugger for not letting me save things, allowed me to save last night’s sunset views that I tried and failed to go two or three times yesterday. YeeHaa! 
did!
was oozing blood a smidge worryingly. I had to change the 
protective pants; they were stained a lot.
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Morning views.
Took these close-ups of the local residences.
It’s challenging to master cooking in a microwave.
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I lost the lot! Try as I did, I could not get them back. I searched for how to make a restore point; that was before I made the cock-up. It seemed relatively followable, even for a Dumbo like me. It wasn’t!
Had I known or even had an inkling of how the day would go, I’d not have bothered getting up in the first place!
The nocturnal bag was removed and emptied.
The first sky photos were taken at about 05:00hrs.
Constipation Conrad was clearly clinging to control of the evacuation… well, non-evacuation!
Several false alarms throughout the busy day. Finally, I had a passing, but not until 23:00hrs!
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden, Primo Ballerina, Deana, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist, and Warden Julie came in. They got the lights back on and investigated the cause of the failures, asking me to recall exactly what I was doing each time the electricity went off
The photos and graphics were saved again. Yehaa!
that gets more leaks than a leek farmer! I reckon the slippers (left-foot ones) have been filled with leaking urine from the dodgy closure click so many times; it’s becoming almost expected nowadays. The shaggy brown ones once, the Tartan ones three times, and the ribbed brown ones twice! Do you think the Doctor will give me a prescription for some new ones?
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Ah, I missed the changed cake!
I added some extra-cooked beef, red onions, more black bean sauce from a jar, oregano, and liquid smoke. I mixed it up in the only microwave bowl I had and cooked it for six minutes on the high-level rating. Delish!
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noxaparin hypodermic, as it had leaked and was empty. And almost casually hobbled unrushingly to the wet room. Not that I was sure I would need it; it’s very rare that I do. 
bottom where things hang down a bit. Naturally, after the Constipation Conrad battle, things were terribly sore. The Germoloid soon started calming things down as it was washed and applied. I used a kitchen roll to dry that zone, and then I could check to see if there were any specks of blood, which, surprisingly, were on the towel. But not each time I wiped the area. Challenging to check cause if I twisted and bent with the mirror to try and see, the dangers were apparent, and the blood was only a few tiny specks. So, I 
got on with the most painful and sometimes frighteningly painful task of getting the 
ointment inside Little Inchie… Arrgh
appointment, to ring to see if I can get a lift to the Doctor’s appointment. 
ded to do: ears, eyes, ankle ulcer, Cartilages, Carole and Chloe, Arthur Itis, etc.
Then, I refitted the new Catheter pouch, bag and strappings. 
Ruled for hours, out of the blue.
I think this was the first shot of the day.
Waste bags I took to the chute.
Asda order.
Made a cock-up here!
Aha, fresh foods!
Chips, lamb burgers & ready meals.
Afternoon shot?
Evening.
A bit later… I think.
Even later, as Carer Chrisa arrived.
Minced lamb & onions, potatoes,