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I rose rapidly from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recline, the moment I stirred. Did a few press-ups and shadowboxing, and go with the weights… 
I’ll try again…
I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the 
night pouch. 
Almost immediately 
and the most annoying 
kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! 
And the 
which the picker-
upperer fell on, are sorer!
I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log. Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four.
I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and 
got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste.
Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Â Hehe!
 Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter.
Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag.
Then I got the call from QMC EENT.
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I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back.
But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning.
Then I rang Meridian to inform them.
Got some blogging done.
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and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window.
A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon.
Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea.
Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the 
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It took me about 25 minutes.
In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week.
It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later.Â
Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
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Bootiful!
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The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window.
I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN
I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though.
But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these
are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening 
arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream.
No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with 
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Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe!
Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes.
Followed by…
Some delicious vegan ice cream!
Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!.
Grrreat!
The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view.
Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from 
, who attached the night pouch to 
. No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday?
No 
at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the 
had barely any urine in it?
So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed 
, and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination.
The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it…
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My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes!
Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions. 
But I was determined to take some photos of the moon!
Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen.
Perturbedly, I now had 
as well as 
attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an 
, courtesy of 
… it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well
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Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?
But No…
As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator…
It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it,
did at the same time!
But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up?
A man of my calibre? Oh, No!
I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to 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. I hope of sleep!
After failing to nod off for several more hours…
I gave up and got up.
My best-laid plans end up vacantly,
Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,.
Plans have no viability but are a liability.
Results end up finicky, frolicky,
Life holds no more bonhomie…
Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery…
Good luck for me? No feasibility…
I guess I’m just unlucky?
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On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG.
Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes!
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot…
Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated?
Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off!
Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… 
Then, the Asda order arrived…
The freezer was full now…
The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, 
pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were..
getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites)
I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name.
or
It’s a close-run thing, you know.
Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now…
PAREIDOLIAING
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode…
lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking
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The carer arrived, got the medications sorted and had a little chinwag.
on the way back to the 
still in command.
Got some Apache potatoes in the crock-pot after removing the growth shoots, of which there were dozens of.
I
What was going right… well, nothing was real.
tube in poor little Inchies
!!! I think this may be due tri the lack of night pouches. The nurse did say it was important to put the night bag on as it gives the day bag a chance to flow, getting rid of the infection as it did so. That makes seance to me, but no bags have arrived yet. 
. Of course, agonising pains mean nothing to me whatsoever. 
Back again to the Wet room.
Fancy that one of the Enoxaparin needles was bent. 
Youngsters were spotted trying to make a snow slide for their multicoloured plastic, whatever they were called.
Got another reminder from Severn-Trent!
By gum, the snow’s cleared mighty fast?
Aha, it looks like we might see sundown shortly.
The sun was going down so fast…
In the first of these shots, just caught the last glimpse of the sun as it disappeared from view.
The sunset was all over, just some reflection from the disappeared sun. Not sure if reflection is the right word… can anyone help, please?
Apache potatoes (7.2/10)
Soya butter. (9.2/10). 
I took this wobbly, blurry shot of the pouch as I emptied it.
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And urine colouring. Not good at all
Don’t know when or why I took this one above.
Found this one, Richard
This shows how well-coloured and heavy-flowing the wee had been the first thing.
Then this one is what it is like now…
Another earlier shot.
The yopo two notepads are mine, so you can see why I am making a mess of this blog? The bottom one was what Carer Carolynne wrote to remind me after. Carer Jozeph. Calls from unknown people as well, a con here, methinks was being tried.
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Got the kettle on, sorted out some new potatoes, removed the shoots growing out of them, and got them in the slow cooker. Added 
some of the delightful Polish Winiary sauce, very tasty indeed. Winiary Przyprawa, it’s named.
I took this picture to try and take a shot of me waving in the reflection on the balcony door glass.
Ah, he’s not gone out to see his children with the Christmas Presents kids he’s built for them… or was it him making the noise?
Called 12 minutes. 
 Called four minutes.
I’d left the hot tap running. Obviously, 
done!
Made another brew, Glengettie, this time.
Better get summat to eat then. Cottage pie and potatoes sound good enough for me on this depressing, lonely, miserable Christmas Day.
I poddled cautiously into the kitchenette to wash the pots, and the stomach and back pains got a lot worse for some unknown reason.
and the even more crippling stomach and back pains.
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02:30hrs: Woke up for the umpteenth time, but not with 
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More 
Followed in the medicalisationing activities.
Tuesday. Yes, I swore at myself rancorously! 
I was so close to taking a Galpharm capsule in mistake for a Senna to help free 
That could have been a right pickle and mess I’d put myself into again! 
A genuine bit of good luck that I realised in time! 
But, of course, my smugness was short-lived. Putting the olive oil in, I somehow squeezed the rubber, and the oil flowed, I dropped the slippery bottle, and it landed with perfect precision: right on my left foot’s 
and I dropped tube, and totally without thinking, I bent down to pick it up 
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had given many more bouts of the shakes this morning than she did all of last week?