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The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful!
This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…
Night pouch dark again.
Not a lot, either?
Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream.
Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again.
Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water
Back-Pain Brenda complaining.
Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!
Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded.
Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and…
Back on in ten-minutes then… five later…
Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on.
Gave up!
Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.
Virgin is back on!
Computing again… for an hour or so…
Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork.
This took us ages and yonks.
No chance to get blogging again.
Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.
During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.
Great!
Then…
Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)
Can’t recall the other things that happened..
Did find this photo of the meal mind you.
I enjoyed it, I think.
And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out.
Lot’s left to do on this, yet.
I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by
Parole Board Wankers freeing them early?
Just a thought.
TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital.
That is if they can find someone to go with me?
Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done
without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the
start of the waiting list. Please, No!
Cheers!
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A little dark again.
Thinking I had plenty of time before the 
arrived, and needing to use the 
, I made for the wet room and got on the Throne first.
& 
. Trotsky had regained superiority over Konrad this morning. What a messy job! I got 
teggies, carefully cleaned. A fair bit of bleeding, though. Then tackled the shaving, with Blood-Bringing-Boris-Razor adding to the haemoglobin loss, and only from two little nicks. A good splashing of the Brut after-shave stopped it easily enough. I was already stripped for the shower, turned on the power to the shower, went back into the wet room and opened the shower curtain to have a looked-forward-to-shower. 
As the two end curtain rings shot off! 
I got the picker-upperer, picked both hooks up, and in doing so, caught my chin with the handle of the picker-upper. The blood flowed again! So, even more, Brut after-shave was used, which stung a bit this time.
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Came in; I didn’t hear the door chime cause I was in the kitchen. It must have taken her a lot of effort not to burst out laughing! Well done, gal!
on 
. Not realising I’d be under the shower shortly. I was really confused and struggled with things.
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and 
. Before I’d finished the shower, I added 
, then another guilty one, 
. I may add to this list later. 
The feet and legs were looking betterer. Dried off with the bath towel, and started the medicationing. then I 
Germoloided 
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Germolened the stomach flab and between the legs and on the outer bum. (Catheter catching)
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Carer Chris came, but what the heck happened during this visit? Apart from a feeling it went well, there are no details in my memory bank whatsoever.
Found this photo – no idea when I took it.
Can’t recall taking this one at all, or why. 
evening visit. A new lad, he’s coming out of his closet now
lower back, gave me some Peptac, and took the bin bags with him. He also checked the electricity meter, but was as aware if what to get a reading as I was – Zilch! I’ve added it to the list of help needed on the whiteboard. Getting full now.
Arrived, Blimey, it’s gone 20:00hrs already.
I’m not certain why I took this one?
Judging by the shadow’s position, I took this mid-afternoon.
After tea-time?
I think I look this one earlier and missed it, but maybe not. The urine was clear, but by the morning, it was back to a sort of dark brown/red. Note some papules trying to reappear?
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up to now, have been much better. After Wednesday’s performance with them, I was genuinely worried. And now cheerfuller! Please don’t miss the piece on “How I had a ‘Pee’ in my Dressing Gown Pocket”
I Fank You!
. I often struggle to do this. 
it went well this Thursday morning… 
was in full control. I sat sitting there trying to see to read the crossword clues (Wrong glasses on). 
was playing up. So, I started to get shaved… This was interesting: The task went speedily or seemed to. 
started.
Was dried off with paper towelling.
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Dragged the bags and boxes into the kitchenette.
At least they had some cheapo cheesy curls and
Already in pain, I then had to tackle the water fetching!
I went to the front room and got the buckets that I’d left in there,
Noticed some dabbled spots on the leg?
Arrived. Did the medications, and he applied some Phorpain on 
, then 
did the same for me. Been a smidge easier since.
Then the sky…
A bit glum; it was all day.
ordered them last week for me. Bless her Cotton Socks! Great help, that was!
Left & right lower legs have new papules & spots!
Oh, dearie me! Dabbed some aftershave on it…
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combined simultaneously on the right arm, and I knocked the peas and colander into the sink. Which:
❾ One of the peas must have found its way into the pocket during the fiasco in the kitchen? Hahaha! Don’t know why I’m laughing. Off to get the meal made up at last.
Not too bad at all! – 
Eerie? But Pareidoliaiable all the same.
I was so annoyed at myself! I’d left the hot tap running, and it was now cold water! Could have used the kettle and saucepan for hot water to wash the pots, but felt so depressed I didn’t.
started giving me some vicious stick. And he has not been a bother for months now, but he was back. He was probably giving 
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and 
support, in their combined effort to see me off. Not to mention, 
and the others.
I cannot cope with all this.
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, I descried the futility of living. Doreen will eventually take full control.
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finished conforming the order… Liberty-Global’s Mr Fries shower struck again!
It doesn’t bother me in the slightest!
While I was waiting, yet again, for Liberty-Global’s shit service to come back on, I investigated what I could have for my nosh later on. Well, that was the plan. But and however… on my way to the kitchenette… 
or 
that copped it, and passed it on to me, in no uncertain terms!
It was baddish one this time. I got some gel on where I could reach and took an extra painkiller.
An earlier snap of the view from the kitchenette window.
Pressed on with blogging and got the Sunday one posted
highlight of the day for me.
I spent an age figure searching. I think the bad eyesight helps you find them, cause the Carers could not see what I did. Hehehe! 
The first one I caught the end of the window frame.
potatoes done in the oven… Oh, and a can of peas.
Went to do the washing up, and the sky was again beautiful.
fins, seemingly attacking the black cloud?
Woke up, and had a temporary 
moment. I was sure I could smell something burning. I fumbled my way out of the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged Metal Mickey, and adopted a Sherlockian Status to investigate the cause of the smell of burning… But nothing was discovered? Checked all the rooms, but could not see or smell signs of any conflag
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My immediate thought was that I had done something wrong.
In the flapping about, I nearly forgot to take the morning’s breakfast medications. Hehe!
when I started lifting the bowls of water that were needed to refill the non-working W.C. water tank.
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I got the potatoes out of the oven. Just the one burnt finger, well, knuckle on the finger.
Head down again, but the earlier ease of drifting off had departed. The 
rampaged through my brain, with the wicked assailant and brain invader 
, seemingly mixing up the usual bunch of fears, sorrows, worries, regrets, failures, disappointments, quandaries, anxieties and degradations. 
. Then spent two Thought-Storm-free hours, but waking every few minutes with the regulation pullulating jolting jerks. 
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The poor gal ♥. 
was giving me a hard time getting my messages across. Medications were given, and I think he checked the taps and the stove for me. Took the waste bag with him. 
During the preparation, I dropped the basin…
. Spilt the gravy on the stove.
Certainly not an attractive-looking feast in the slightest!
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. It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
Then, the 
were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
attached, I had an 
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Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging 
today. 
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. 
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above.
Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place?
A Pareidoliaing success here.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little.
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Would you believe it – 
, 
, 
, barely believable…
Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is.
Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup.
can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as 
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and 
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I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
tune coming from the doorbell.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with 
giving me stick)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
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It is now approaching midday on Thursday, and I’m only just starting this blog going! So this will
I think I might have misjudged the colour on the chart?.
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TRUE FACT!
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Was not interested in my wishes.