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I cleaned the wet room again, another mess made by yours truly, Inchy. The hallway carpet had not dried yet, so I went into the wet room, taking black bits from the carpet onto the floor!
I decided to wash the bottoms of the slippers and dry them off well. Naturally, I got soapy water on the soft outers of the slipped and had to put them on the fairer to dry. Then, the need for the Throne arrived in a bit of a rush.
I made more mess going in with my bare feet this time. Tried to use kitchen towels to clean it up, using my feet, but I couldn’t bend down far enough without suffering from the pain. And if I did get down, I’d probably not have been able to get up again! Then, trying to wash my feet, I got my plates of meat into the bowl alright, but at just the optimum time to cause me the worst degree of bother, as I was removing the dodgier right leg, prone to bursting into a wild dance of its own accord, I had a 
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Finally, at long last, I set about having a shave (only one cut). I searched for the toothpaste. After a few minutes of failed investigation, I assumed it had dropped, and I’d taken it out in the waste bags. Arrgh! It was also the last of the prescription toothpaste.
I think at one time, I believed I was still asleep and dreaming. The showering was okay… just one 
clouting of my head on the power box today.
I got the medicationalisationing done. Amazing, I easily got the PPs on. No socks, of course, like a baby waiting for his nanny; the Carer will sort that out for me later. I got on the computer. Carer Kimberly arrived. Socks on, medications, a mini-natter, and laughter were enjoyed.
There was a bit of mini-blank here. Hours later, the intercom rang out, and the first of the carpets arrived. Five minutes later, the second carpet (Well, rugs or mats, really).
arrived. We spent a few minutes setting the world to rights. She seemed to have a sore throat. I hope she is not getting the dreaded lurgy.Â
No idea why, but there must have been some logic in it somewhere; I made a J Sainsbury order for 14 days time. I think it may have been… no, no idea.
I called back later and returned the borrowed bag of ‘s. I was pleased to be in a position to help some other tenant out with the loan. It makes a change from flooding them out, and guilt returns!
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Onwards to the photos.
The urine in the night bag looked much darker when I viewed it with my admittedly poor eyes.
The wet room farce was over. It looked good after three hours of mayhem and cleaning it up again… and again, and finally, once again this morning.
Damned good job I couldn’t sleep and got up early. Not that the poor devils living in the twelve-floors below, would appreciate it with me using the darned waste chute that early in the day. Guilt again!
This is the first 
picture of the view from the kitchenette that I took.
The amazing blue hue was back again. Bootiful!
I forgot to tell you, when I was cleaning the wet room, I used the new lavatory brush. Can I get it back in its hub? I still can’t.
The day pouch was filling up swiftly today. However, it was getting darker as the say went on. It usually does the opposite.
My first mug of Glengettie tea of the day. It really is the best I’ve ever tasted.
Shame I’m only allowed two cups a day. (Sob!)
The postman dropped my Anticoagulation results DVT, INR, and through the letter box. An increase in dosages. It’s a smidge low.
The most amazing cloud formation this evening.
Not unlike the news snippet above Mammatus clouds?
I see so many things in these three pictures.
I’ve put in this blog a little larger.
I hope that my fellow bloggers, Tim Price and Paul, and any reader, can see what I did in them. Who is a Pareidolianist?
The second mug of Glengettie was enjoyed while I was blogging away merrily. The authenticity of the last bit is dubious.
Why the hell do I write so small? I know full well (at times) that my eyesight is crap, and I’ll not be able to read what I’ve written!
I got the smallest of the mats into the wet room. I decided this should be recorded for prosperity. Despite my shakes, I was determined to get a picture taken with the whole mat in it – I didn’t!
Carer Helen called, and medications were given.
After I offered them, she took about 40 of my DVDs with her, as I cannot see or hear them nowadays. She’ll collect the others later. Great, a clear out at last.
Better get the nosh prepared… it’s nearly midnight. A tastier effort tonight. Well, this morning. (pork knuckle), Golonkowa, chips, a brown wholemeal baguette and a pot of naughty but so delicious lemon curd yoghourt.
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The early morning J. Sainsbury order arrives. As explained above in the intro. I set about sorting the food delivered. But it was not easy.
Got the Carer & Nurses nibble box filled.
Tomatoes, milk, Leicester cheese, lemon-flavoured yoghourts, and some Jamaican Patties.
DVT nurse and the love of my life, Hristina, arrived and delicately took the blood samples.
Certain that I would not make the same mistakes this month, I pressed on. With just three days left to do, I almost discovered I’d got the wrong dates on three earlier sone ones
The catheter pouch had filled up again.
The afternoon sky.
The front car park.
Filled really quick this time.
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I made up the waste bags into one. And realised that I was still carrying the night pouch around with me. What an absolute plonker!
king into the doorframe, so kept my good eye on the spacing, clever that I thought… 
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and Gragnagles! I got the computer on and was using CorelDraw, but the delete button stopped working on the keyboard! Then, the mousse scroller went on strike as well.
I nervously tackle the computer again. It seemed to be working, not the delete button, but the mouse at least scrolled. 
Arrived. She was coughing a bit still. She was kind enough to check the dates on the stuff in the fridge, not that there’s much left in there other than opened sauce jars, visitors’ drinkies, and the pasty I’ll have tonight. Either I’ve lost the photo, or I’m going mad.
The wee-wee is not coming so fast today. And I’ve been trying to drink more after the farcical, ridiculous, losing battle I had in the wet room. Humph!
Carer Kara came. Usual visit and Domestic today. I was so glad at last to get some help. 
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I got some potato cubes from the freezer and got them sorted out, getting rid of those I could that had the dreaded eye roots in them. These were Sainsbury’s, too, not Asda (Walmart). They probably get them from the same place. 
A late afternoon shot taken at great risk of knocking over the knife block (I’ve nowhere safer to put it) or catching my finger closing the window. Haha!
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Wunderbar!
Fifth Catheter Bag Emptying (I think).
Cheeky-Faced Chris. Hehe!
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This is a terrible Kodak Tim kitchen view effort from Inchy. He tried two more, but they were worse. Haha!
While starting the blog off, out of the blue, the pain from Little Inchie and the point of the tube entering kicked off. No matter what I tried, the pain persisted. Even took some extra Codeine and Paracetamol, but no effect! It was so bad this time, and persistent with it. Later, I took the PPs off, but it made no difference. It’s wearing me down.
End car park view.
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Too well burnt even for me! I checked each one and rescued three of them to have itch the meal. I substituted some potato chips from a packet and put them on with the three rescued chips.
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Arrived and immediately noticed the pain I was in. He called someone and told me they thought it might be just an infection. Someone will call to look at it tomorrow. (We’ll see) Kind of him to bother.
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I made up the waste bags into one large green one, and although I felt vague, the pains from Littler Inchie seemed less severe. Keep your fingers crossed!
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Carer Richard arrived. I forgot to ask him to get my socks back on. Tsk! But I did remember to take the Vitamin B17 tablet. 
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I took a photo of the most deliciously looking sky and wonderful clouds from the kitchenette window. 
I don’t know what caused it, but I suddenly felt drained and washed out. My heavy eyes, spirit, ID, Alto-Ego, loins, innards, joints, and brain insisted that I stop everything and get some sleep, so I tried to.
This was so unnatural and surreal. I decided to get into the bed, turn off all the lights, get comfy, and nod off. Which I did, desperate to get some kip!
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photographed it. It was not a bad effort on the first one.
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Iceland delivery arrived.
Not a lot. Because Iceland had three items unavailable, this brought down my total cost to just below the minimum charge that is required for me to get a free delivery. The swines charged me nothing for delivery… but a ÂŁ4 for a small order charge!
Humph!
Blimey filled up again!
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Delivery. Toilet brush in a square box
Needing assembly.
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. Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?
Another oddly-hued photo?
Contrails in the beautiful sky.
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High morning sky.
Lower down.
Wonky, wobbly view.
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It gets better! Hehe!
Made a brew of Glengettie. Of course, I started writing a blog post and forgot all about tea. Huh!
Where’s it coming from?
The day bag dropped down the leg, so I must have been drinking well enough while half out of it?
I did notice the nibble box had been well-raided. Haha!
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Garden peas, potato cakes and caramelised little pork sausages. These were eaten with bits of the baguette wrapped around each one and dipped in the new Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle!
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Back to the Throne.
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Midday, drizzling still falling.
I think this is the fullest it’s ever been?
Part eaten meal…
Blimus! Another visit!
Reynauds had turned into an almost illuminant purple colour now! Still, it’s not painful at all.