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03:00hrs: I burst into violent wakefulness. With, or due to, hypnagogic jerking, hypnic myoclonic, involuntary twitching, shaking, and jolting. Even the teeth were jarring, and eyelids were blinking away crazily! My left leg slipped off of the resting chair, and my ankle papule hit the standing seat leg, and the fluid poured out. Over my foot, the quilt, and the carpet.
This caused a semi-panic for a few seconds; I don’t mind admitting it; I thought I was having another stroke at first. But soon realised that the blood and puss escaping was hurting. I don’t think I’d have noticed that if I were having a stroke. This cheered me up a smidgeon. Then, the task of freeing myself and getting up from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid-Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-
working, recliner, to clean things up. Took a shot of the nocturnal Catheter bag first. Not much in it, and a somewhat disappointingly dark colouring.
As I looked at the bed awaiting its safety bar to be fitted, I swear I moved! Oh course, I suppose it didn’t, really. The eyes are bad again this morning. Due, 
I think to 
and or 
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I took a shot of the early, early morning view from the kitchen window (Right). Then got a bucket of water with Dettol disinfectant and a 
cleaning cloth to sort out the mess, and I noticed how, within a minute or two, the change to the scene on view. (on the left)
Back to try and sort out the 
papule’s liquid escapages. Ended up with a fair bit of bother from 
from the bending down to clean up.
What an evacuation from the rear end this first one was! Hardly any effort was needed from me; I sat down, squelching, splashing, all done! And, no bleeding from 
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This time it was for a longer period. I gave up and went to the kitchen to see what was available for a nosh later on in the day.
I popped out onto the balcony first, to see what the situation was with the end car park’s mudslide.
Here it is. Ten minutes later
it was getting lighter, but still raining a bit. About ten more minutes. As I toyed with salvaging some potatoes
Removing the eyes from them!
It had lightened quickly and I got a decentish photograph taken of the end mudslide scene. The internet came back o
n, then off again.
I saved the rescued potatoes ready for boiling then baking, and had to visit the 
Porcelain Throne again. Well, that was different for a change.
I took another of the Galpharm capsules, just to be on the safe side after the visit to the wet room was finished.
Back on the computer, and got a call from Jillie. Not heard from her for ages, Ah, Christmas is coming. She said she’d try to call on the 20th of December, to see me. It’ll be nice to listen to what she’s been up to; bless her.
The north side view had turned to a blue/red hue. Well, it would do… But I don’t know why, do you? Then I closed the window, cutting my finger on the spring clip screw. Poetic, if nothing else… Hehe!
Off to the wet room for the third time.
Slow evacuation, sticky, gooey, messy and even more stinky to clean up.
That’s a full roll of toilet paper and a half up to now, used.
The Galpharm capsules usually firm things up a smidge.
The 
landline, that was so kindly killed off by the infamous number-crunching, mumbo-jumbo, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, Oligarchs of 
, and the none-working Severe-Frailty-Sufferers Emergency Panic
Alarm were still not working, of course. I imagine that the Virgin Media O2 Owner Paid CEO Mike Fries a $62 Million salary plus a guaranteed bonus with an open-ended expense account. He must be really worried and ashamed about his failure to get a signal to Nottingham that works and then causing the landline and alarm to fail for the old folks, as well. And still charging us for the non-existent service.
May he rot in hell, along with me as his cellmate!
Still, he’s a handsome-looking brute, as Oligarchs go!
and a couple of 
in getting the meal prepared for myself tonight. Although a rescue attempt was fairly successful, as you can see in the photo here on the right. The flavour rating was 7.6/10.
❶: A scolded index finger draining the water from the boiled spuds.
❷ I dropped the stone crock-pot bowl and it hit poor little 
spot on target..
❸: As it made its way down to hit the left legs 
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❹: A cut thumb-end while slicing the spuds to go into the oven for baking.
❺: I dropped the tray taking out the seasoned and cooked potato slices. I’m treading on a few in my haste to retrieve them, and going close to having a tumble or banana skin-like skid and ending up my by bottom. oven.
So, now you know why there are fewer potato slices in the meal than usual. Humph!
Then slipped on a piece of potato I’d missed on the floor, and hit my chin on the edge of the counter.
I thought the day was going too well compared to how the previous 1,525 days had gone. Luckily it 
did not bother me in the slightest. Not to a man of my calibre, heroism and pain tolerance, it was nothing! 
Possibly? Perhaps. Maybe…
I washed the pots and had a Yodel doing so. I heard a tapping noise from the flat above, so, I stopped the yodelling straight away.
I took these photos, with about ten minutes between each one taken. First straight ahead, the last one taken further to the right, north.
I could feel the wetness escaping from the water-geyser wounds on the left leg, underneath all the plasters, diabetic socks, leggings and ankle straps. This will be fun when the late Carer takes them all off for me. But, as I said, to a man of my courage and determination, it’ll be nothing to worry about. It’s only pain. 
I closed the computer. Cursed, and had to visit 
no.10 to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, yet another change in passing mode for me. I’ve had a few of these multi-coloured evacuations before, but this was more distinct and three-coloured. Pale brown, straw and almost black. I was tempted to take a photo of it, but there are limits, even for me. Hehehe!
did the last call. A nice young lad. He took this snap of the right leg after he removed the ankle and leg strapping, then the diabetic socks for me. Oh, the wanting to scratch at the itching from both legs and feet drove me mad! I knew if I did, without any doubts, 
s geyser papules would start 
bleeding and leaking fluid. His laughter at my plight helped me resist doing so, but it wasn’t easy. He put the strappings and socks in the laundry bag for me.
I did his BP & temperature. I’ll update the list for tomorrow’s blog.
Now if this photo I took of the lad, doesn’t look like a younger Wesley Snipes, I’m a monkey’s Uncle! Spitting image I think? I call him Wes when he calls. Hehehe!
How did you do?
Some photos that were taken during the modernisation and updating of Woodthorpe Winchester Court, and the building of Winwood Court, 2017 > 2019 by Nottingham City Homes for us old farts.
Through my Old kitchen windows during work.
Woodthorpe Court.
Balcony building in progress.
Hoists used by the builders up the flats.
End car park area.
Replastering near the balcony window.
Windwood Court right, Woodthorpe left.
Chestnut Way.
Chestnut Way.
Winwood Court.
Front of Woodthorpe.
TTFN, each!
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Ah, later on, a better colour in the day pouch!
Kitchenette!
Made a mess of this photo taken. But it looks like a torch parade, which is interesting… or not. 
Well? I’ve not got the foggiest about this one!
Letter from the Doctors Surgery. With some fantastic news!
I hope I don’t get confused with all the medical appointments this and next month. And, there will be three more to add to the calendar soon. Two (at least) at the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk, and one at the QMC for the ? ? ? ?iac procedure. I can’t find the letter at the moment but 
has it in hand. Hang on, I think I know where it might be; I’ll investigate…
Raining a bit again, and misty with it.
Looks like some new geysers are coming on the left knee. This might be why 
has been letting down a few times this week?
I gave up and watched some TV. Here is a photo I took of a certain program I was watching. Can anyone remember what it was called?
I used to love this one.
Got some more nibbles in the nurses & carers tub.
Mini hog pork pie, garden peas, chips, well-buttered bread, milk roll, and a strawberry cheesecake for nosh.
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to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner 
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got 
, and took this shot. A much better effort. You can actually see the planet!
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe!
I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
arose. I hobbled to the wet room, and the evacuation soon started… but didn’t seem to want to stop! Several times I thought it was over, but no! More spat out again, spraying liquid poo-poo everywhere it was possible to do so! Took me ages to clean up.
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks! 
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!
Starting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!
Shaving produced… ready for this?
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against the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh! 
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… 
The earholes were olive-oiled
Gelled.
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Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Which looked better than yesterday.
was arriving. He’s bought the laundry back up for me. I’m afraid it was more than damp – as I squeezed the dressing gown taking it out of the bag, water escaped and dripped on the already blood-wet carpet!
Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.
affected memory, I got writing this piece above.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.
So turned off the computer.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. 
Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.
Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result!
The toes remain in a two-tone shade.
Sorted the evening bags out.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me? 
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.
slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the 
was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!)
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?
The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
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The gentleman from the opticians called on the landline. He was at the flats. I told him to ring 72 on the panel, and I could admit him. He rings on the panel, but only for a few seconds, then stopped… The telephone rang again, I asked if he had got the right one of the three courts; he said yes. I went down painfully to the front door lobby in my dressing gown but saw no one. I returned to the flat in case he was up there… The landline rang again, and it transpired that he was at flat 12, not 72.
Carer Joanne arrived. I thanked her for fetching the spectacles for me yesterday; bless her. 
Waste Bags Gathered.
Taken during the ablutions.
Carer Chris this morning. Looking broody? Hehehe!
The age-old Bathroom Foam spray!
Puffer clouds getting thicker now.
The glasses from which the optician chose a frame that should be capable of new lens fitted.
Clouds getting thicker still.
A bit of a mini-mudslide, I don’t recall it raining?
Ah, thicker than ever now, but beautiful!
They may take me some getting used to.
Well buttered with the tasty none-butter butter, and sea salt, with some mini-tomatoes, and a strawberry dessert.
First one.
An hour or so later…
The last one.
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End car park.
Sky to the West.
had gone down for the fifth time!
Black Outs grew to a current total of…
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the 
, until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
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Waste bags made up.
Photo of yesterday’s meal found.
YESTERDAY’s PAREIDOLIA PHOTO
Many 
failures in the first hour and a half…
Despite the occasional agony from the infected right leg wound, the feet and legs looked calmer?
View from the computer desk through the balcony.
I went onto the balcony, and the mudslide shot first.
Then the front car park.
3-hours later, the 
Inside of the limb.
With my leg turned in… I’ll not try doing
A good downpour late in the afternoon.
With a special self-treat to follow…
Vegan Icecream!
And very nice too! Not overstrong, perfect!
Total failure count, as of now, only…
Ah, well, Cheerio!
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My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs 
& the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, 
writing with
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Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if 
s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken 
, or mayhap 
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)
The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of 
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Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going…
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They outshone their own usual incapabilities today. 
rang out, and Chris entered. 
tormented mind.
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The pins & plates look good.
, was the need of the 
A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?
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Carer Chris returned. Meds and Eye drops.
With some air-fried potatoes as a side.
Saw that off swiftly!
Wiped around the kitchenette.
As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…
Could he give a toss?
An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red
Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.
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Then I had another go at getting to sleep.