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It’s genuinely difficult to write this little overview,
And wanted to write it in rhyme, too!
I’m not going to start moaning… I’ll try not to…
Naturally, I can’t promise you,
My brain used to act as an autocue…
Now, Wednesday, I’ve another brain scan due,
Dementia Doreen has me as a detenue & détenu,
It’s difficultest to maintain logic & virtue,
There is no point now in taking any long view…
It’s a battle to wash, dress, and take a poor!
Whatever can I do?
I try to stay witty and not feel blue…
Price rises in rent, electricity, & food accrue,
Bad enough, but now the mind does miscue,
The eyes give me misty, mottled view…
The catheter pain, pouch replacement is overdue…
Without help, I can’t get on a sock or shoe!
Taking too many tumbles. walk into doors too!
Deafness worsening will continue…
But I’ll not give in, I promise you!
When I see St Peter and his gate crew…
There’s going to be a right hullabaloo!
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Sorry not have much on today; time beat me again…
This is the punch, one hour after emptying it. Not a lot?
Gloomy morning.
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Potatoes were put in the slow cooker and forgotten about again.
I can use them on Monday?
Email from Manor Laboratories in the USA. The Time-Machine Professor Billum and HRH Lisa-Petal, are going to ring me again: Bless them! ♥
Being a logical Scientist, Billum asked which time would be bestest to make the call. I checked on next week’s calendar and sent a copy to the Manor. It was early Morning when I found this, hope I got it right.
Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight.
Still, I’ve done worserer ones. Tsk!
The ‘In’s & Out’s of it’ continued today.
I think I had many more than yesterday.
Which resulted in dozens of mini-mind-blanks.
As for recalling what I was doing… well?
Gotten Himmel!
I think it looked worse than what it was. The light shining on the masculine, jealous-making to others, postmarked scarred, blotchy right leg makes the blood in the bag seem darker than it really is. No? .
The pouch seemed ready to explode as well.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles.
I gave this a Taste Rating of 7.4/10. Not bad at all.
Sweet Morpheus was not keen on helping me again, and I ended up putting the TV on, that usually guarantees me nodding off. Well, it did this time… But unfortunately, it took a couple of hours longer than usual
Evening, all!
Well, Morning all then. Hehe!
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The blood and urine mix was all over my clothes, body, and the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. 
, the first of several in the morning. The first three were practically normal evacuations; the next three were sticky, phooey and messy! 
Rising, things looked okay 
Removing the night bag
One of the emptying sessions
But the flow from the catheter was not getting through to the bag
The blood still flowed from little Inchie.
PHEW!
Boy, it was full!
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from the door chime.
Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in…
The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… 
These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending.
kicking off, my spirits sank.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the 
tended to. From getting into the wet room, I noted the time on the clock. By the time I’d got the stand-up wash with feet soaking in the bowl on the floor, shaved, washed, including the area that contained poor catheterised Little Inchie, hate rear end and associated danglers and crevices; then 
applied both Germoloids & 
Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the
eye drops into the 
right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I?
The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted.
This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an
as I pulled them wide to get over the tubing, and it sprang back… and started the Fungal lesion bleeding again… which I’d just spent agony and time stopping it bleeding, so had to start doing the Dakacorting again! 
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Arrived as I was starting the computer. Great to see him. The lads got a dry tickly cough that’s playing him up something rotten.
A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
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I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. F
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Got up and weeded; I had to use the Porcelain Throne, then got the computer on and did the Health Checks.
It had to happen! Mr Fries, the Smoke & Mirrors man. The money manipulator, the $26.4 million salaried, high-flying, number-crunching good looking the boss at LIBERTY-GLOBAL – who bought Virgin Media, Three and did deals with Vodafone… Al three doing barfly now, thanks to Fries not having the foggiest idea how to get a signal ot stay on – and doesn’t give a toss about his customers, just like a bank president, and still gets his phenomenal wage.
One minute I’m hunched over the sink, viewing my tremendously scary face as I shave.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled slowly, painfully, to the front room, and there with the assistance of Richard and the recliner, got back upright. I was in a mini-panic, but once back up, felt a lot better. Apart from feeling a right embarrassed fool! 
I have to admit when the landlines went, and the nurse I had the appointment with called, she explained that the DVT nurse was not coming. She asked if I was attending. I explained that I’d just taken a tumble and was unsure… then I found a positive mode, and I said Yes, I’ll be coming. I’d just remembered the 
lift was coming in an hour or so. So, I agreed to go. She offered to rearrange it, but I was curious as to why I was going, not remembering with the help of 
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checks. All done and off, getting to the lift, in it, going down… and remembered I’d not got the camera with me. I planned to walk back from Carrington into Sherwood and take some snaps along the route. So back up to the apartment (sounds posher, dunnit? Haha!), and I collected the Lumix camera, then back down to the block foyer.
These are the photos I took earlier that I forgot to put in the blog. Tsk!
. He gave a knowing look! 
As I was passing the Co-op food store, I got a vague idea that they may have a cash machine inside. So I ventured in and asked the manageress. Who sent an assistant with me to show me where it was. I was so glad the lad came with me, either to see my pin number or help; I’m not certain. But being as I had yet again forgot not the pin, but which way the card fitted in.
Onward down to the Carrington Pharmacy. I waited while they made up the prescription, and a girl brought them to me. Then it was off to the Lidl store.
I departed, a carrier bag of food on the three-wheeler-trolley and a new determination to find something to mention about each photograph taken.
I started the long walk, passing a row of shops. Many closed down, and some were new businesses. I did observe that there were now two men’s barbers in the short row. Both barbers sat with mo customers reading a newspaper and looking mighty bored!
Watcombe Road.
for almost nothing in a drug operation. The families of murdered lads came over and killed two of the gang members. And a traffic warden. 
methinks.
to replace them with new ones?
walker-guide as the front wheel got stuck in some broken concrete. 
opposite side of the road!
Football, Gals who didn’t find me odd, Parties galore, great beer! 
In Sherwood proper now. As I passed a shop, I realised it used to be a J Marsden Grocery Shop.
No fridges during those days.
Started up the hill on my way to the top bus stop to catch a number 40 bus up Winchester Street and back to the flat.
Seeing the bus coming down the hill, I checked on the time on my second-hand shop-bought £4 wristwatch.
The lights were not in my favour. So I hobbled as rapidly as I could up to the pelican lights, and I got over the road.
, folks at the bus stop moved away from me; it made them nervous, I think. But all was well within a minute or so, and I went into the Winchester Court flats and through the passage where the Meridian offices are located. I rang the bell; and told the ladies that I was now back in residence at the flat.
I got started on this blog.
, we took the medications and had a mini-natter.
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03:30hrs: I stirred, with a degree of hesitation, a definite desire not to get up and face the world. A reluctance like never before. Indeed, I tried to get back to sleep – but the inevitable need for a wee-wee, followed by the almost thrice-hemerine Porcelain Throne visit, forced the removal of my elephantine body from the grasp of the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. And off to the wet room.
The evacuation started as usual of its own accord. But it stopped part the way through the process.
Had a quick wash and clean up. 
I got the spy-glass to check on the urine colour. Not too good today, rated as a six on the NHS chart.
I put a potato in the crock pot as I was mashing the tea.
arrived. Gave me the Peptac. I checked the list of Christmas pressies given, but Sam was not on it. She is now.
Getting the stuff put away took me two hours – Honestly! The Christmas treat bottles for the Carers arrived, and I’d just given the last of the others to Sam. Got them in the cupboard under the computer, so the others can take a pick their choice.
The Microwave had almost been covered with food. Hehe!
The only room on the sink side was used up as well.
And from the one box, BBQ sauce, more veg sauce, orange cordial, and the BBQ Beans Micro Grain that I enjoyed so much last week. The Winiary Przyprawa seasoning that I’m trying for the first time. I couldn’t read the contents even with the spyglass – so I looked it up on the web.
(Monosodium Glutamate, Disodium ‘5 Ribonucleotides), Vinegar, Glucose, and Flavourings (with Celery). I wonder what the secret flavourings are?
The sauce cupboard got special attention today.
I belatedly got the 
tackled.
incidents. The last one was while I was putting stuff in the freezer from Asda. Had I not been in that spot when it came, I could have taken a fall and landed forward on the floor. Luckily my landing against the fridge was far less hazardous. So, I’m going to take my time in the shower and try to keep near the grab rail. Also, be weary when shaving and dressing. This could take some time, but I’m not bothered, let it. Better safe than sorry.
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caused more bleeding than ever before.
the one head-butting of the power box, which was nothing serious.
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shame because this is my last tube. 
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I finished the medicationalisationings and got dressed.
But guess what I did wrong… I got into the morning clothes and not the night attire!
dressing gown.
, on the corner of the floor cabinet as I went down on one knee, caused by a short attack from 
, just as I had one leg up off of the floor (talk about timing!) and setting off 
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I got the BBQ beans in the pan, and I added half a jar of 7-Meditterrraean roasted vegetable sauce and gently heated it up slowly, stirring all the time. Well, not all the time, cause I had to go back to the wet room for a quick wee-wee…
And it was lovely. Even if I was missing my favourite ‘Heartbeat programme on the TV. Hehe!
. I was very slow-witted and tired. It may sound odd, but doing ablutions with all the attached Whoopsiefangleploppery, Accifauxpas and cock-ups, I believe, took a lot out of me. Poor old sausage! Hahaha!
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As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!