I am shattered! I’d been doing this blog on and off (a busy day) for about eight hours. And, considering all the nurse’s visits and telephone calls with disturbing and good news, I was pleased with how much I’d got done come 19:00hrs.
I LOST THE WHOLE LOT!
I’VE NOT THE FOGGIEST IDEA WHAT I DID TO LOSE IT!
So here I am starting again after saving later photos as older ones to save memory. I’m in the shit! I even lost the 32 lines of my Ode! I am pissed off with myself and not exactly full of interest in trying again. The Carer who read it thought it was great… which makes me feel worse! I am not in a good place. Damned seizures must be to blame, or instead, whatever I did that cost me a day’s work! There just isn’t enough time to do it all as well again as I did.
Fed up! HEARTBROKEN!
My eyesight is bad. I’m so tired and weary of having two sleepless nights. The right hearing aid has broken down.
No way! I have not had time to reproduce what I thought was a fantastic Ode. So, after a day of struggling with other things, this happens! So, after all my work, getting this blog fully detailed with plenty of whitty bits scattered in it will have to be a rush job. Sorry! I’ll do my best. Even if it means a third sleepless night!
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I went to see Doctor Downing,
Who said I was rough-looking,
Have you done nowt about yer coffin?
I said Well, no! (between my coughing),
She said, “Well, put yer hearing aids in!”
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I must have tried to sleep for nine hours last night. How can 
someone be so tired and worn out and ‘not’ sleep? I can; that was the second sleepless night. I tried on the hospital bed, then moved into the second-hand, c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. But with 
and Anne Gyna, there was no chance. I gave up hope and emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch, then went to make a brew of 99 tea. And I enjoyed it, despite nearly dropping it when I took to the computer. The need for the Porcelain Throne arose.
I went back to the kitchen and took snaps of the morning view. It was raining still. I first took a poor-quality shot of what I mistakenly called Venus 
yesterday. Tim Price informed me it was Jupiter. Then a straight-ahead view of the lights from the streets of Sherwood.
Another poor effort.
I started the 32 lines of the Ode. (That I lost along with the rest of the blog eight hours later). Cragknangles, Thunderisations! Criggleblogsworthisms! Grobognangles! Frangleklops! Oy-yoy-yoy! Crigglebogsnot! Grobbleknangles! Grufflemoan! Skullgranglebonks! Granglespithowlations! & Grobbledamitt!
Carer Richard arrived. I’m sure I had many 
mini-bouts while Richard was here.
Fifteen minutes of hazyness.
I struggled to return and find where and what I was doing on the blog. I took a breather and tried to add to and remove some items on my Asda order for Wednesday. No, it’s Tuesday or tomorrow! That means I have to be up early, it’s coming at 0600 to 0700hrs. And here I am, two sleepless nights, and it is already gone, 2200hrs. I’m doing the blog I lost again. I am so frustrated! Anyway, I couldn’t sign in on the Asda site. I spent a fair time trying to get in without any luck. So, I changed the password for the third time. Care Chloe arrived with more distractions. She helped me write the new complicated password clearly, but it would not let me in. I decided to try again later. Same thing, no-go. So, I tried using Firefox and got in. By then, I’d forgotten what I wanted to add and remove the order. Is it worth me trying to carry one?
Eventually, despite reinvigorated attacks from Ann Gyna and Shocking Sherida, I got back into a system of sorts and was doing well on the blog. (The first one, of course)
Matron Jackie arrived, and we spoke about the medications and prescription getting difficulties. She told me the Doctor had just sent the prescription today to the chemist. So it should be ready for collection on Wednesday; I explained the procedure to Carer Richard, who is in control.
Then a lovely nurse turned up; Matron Jackie had asked her to visit me so she could… Ahem!
Check 
on my arms, man breasts and chest. Which was fine by me.
Also, the catheter strap scars, 
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, My mandarin-sized testicle, 
condition, 
and the welts and pressure spots on my flabby stomach. I think I masked my true feelings, okay. The nurse told me I was wearing the day pouch too low.
We spoke of the creams that I think are at the Chemist and are now awaiting collection from Carrington. I pointed out that the Caregiver (Richard) calls each Monday, sorts out which medications are needed, and lets the Doctor know. He called this morning, and there were no prescriptions for me there.
She thought the Carers applied the creams on me and helped me bathe. I said they do not, and I’ve never asked them to. The nice nurse will let Matron Jackie know about the ailments and medications when she gets back to base.
I got back to blogging. With all the breaks, it was enough to concentrate on the work (without losing it all! Cribblebogangonies! Glunglegnatsworth! Skullgranglebonks! Cracklepackers!
I was just about to investigate what I would have for my meal (This was 7 hours ago now, and I’ve still not got it, having to do the blog twice). Dungunblast! And the landline chirruped.
It was Matron Jackie ♥. She’s been busy helping me out. She confirmed that the cream and lotions will be ready for collection from the Carrington Pharmacy on Wednesday.
She had arranged for future prescriptions to be sent to a different chemist, Jaypoen, in Daybrook. She confirmed they would take me on their list. The best part is that they will deliver 
the prescriptions to the flats! I looked on Google Maps and got this picture of the shop. Obviously, I misheard Matron; it was Jayplex Chemist, not Jaypoen. It is much nearer than the Carrington shop on Mansfield Road in Woodthorpe.
But if I do have to go there, there is a darned steep hill to use to get me there. Hey-Ho! I don’t think I would manage it in my condition. Well, I know, I tried a few months ago.
THE CALAMITY OCCURED!
So, I started this second blog.
I am just too tired and will try to finish it in the morning.
I did take two snaps, though, when I was making the stew in the crock pot. The rain has stopped now, and it is getting dark so early. A little later, I spotted what I thought was Venus in the dark sky. I now know that it is Jupiter. Tim Price pointed out my 
. I’m very good at them, you know. 
Hang on, with the cock-up, I think I took the Jupiter shot in the morning. Yes, I must have cause this is the other snap I took tonight. I’ve got in such a mess; I already put the Venus Jupiter one on! Humph!
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My primary reaction to today
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TTFN.
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Hahaha! 
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And what a mess I’d made of taking the urine photograph. I’ve no idea what I did wrong. It was on the auto setting when I took the picture. 
Off to the wet room, I trudged and wobbled. 
I washed and medicated the delicate areas. Compared to yesterday, it was a real struggle to put on the fresh PPs. W
Where I took the photo above. Then, I saw a view on offer 
them, and they kept kicking off 
I changed the day & dates on my super-advanced, new-to-me clock/calendar thingamabob.
Christopher arrived. The nibbles & drinkies were attacked with some style. Hehe! 
The lad sorted the medications, then he put the diabetic socks on my legs and replaced the bag for me. Bless him. 
I checked in the fridge for the use-before dates that I could read. They seemed good to me.
At this point, I involuntarily passed the loudest and longest burst of leg-bending, body-lifting wind that has ever escaped my rear-end in 70-odd years! 
I did something I’d not done in a while 
as I hastened to get to the intercom in time to admit the delivery driver. Not that it bothered me; naturally, I laughed it off with gay abandonment. 
the order in the first place. Obviously, it must have been done during one of the prolonged seizures last week. I put the cleaning materials in junk room three. Then, I emptied the box; why did I order two packets of microwave sausages? I’ve already got a packet of frankfurters in the fridge! And I got desserts when I’ve got all 
those jellies in the refrigerator? And I got more bacon and different types of bread rolls! 
The fridge is looking fuller now, and with Carer Chris’s help, I discovered that I have another delivery coming tomorrow!
I photographed the evening view and went back to writing this blog post. I’m not sure how I feel now. I would generally have been so angry with myself. But now I just feel depressed at my inability to control my own actions and life. Cognitive Impairment Iris, Diabetic Doreen Dementia and FND have beaten me.
Carer Chris made his next-to-last call. I continued here for a while and then sorted out a meal. Can anyone guess what the things on the food tray are? I’m not sure myself.
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After yet another night of jumping awake, at 05:00, I gave up trying for the elusive sleep, and I gingerly removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, grabbed a hold of 
and off to the kitchen for safety checks and got the kettle on. The taps, cooker and fridge looked okay, and I had what must have been one of the longest-ever bubbly-sounding passings of wind that I can ever remember. It was pongy and two-tone at times! I 
diverted to the wet room without any delay.
Cleaning it up took me years. I managed to knock 
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kicked off
I meandered into the balcony, to take to take a view of the end car park mudslide. An oddly blue tinge to this one, a little like Saturday morning?
For the first time in months, my evacuation was in the same mode as the morning dump the day before. 
job
the submarine in the water to get it to the sewer! An application of Germoloid ointment eased things.
My 
. The Acne & Eczema cream was applied. A blob of Germolene dabbed on the, 
s papules 
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knees.
Dakacorting of poor Little Inchie Fungal Lesion.
Next, I olive-oiled 
the ears. Then, spray the tooth pain-easier on the teeth. Then I
Gel and 
were applied, I used the last of this, I must get more. Then, the Acne and Eczema cream was used. 
I’d scribbled a rating on the notepad, but I can’t recall doing it. So it must have been a feast to give it 9.3?
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shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Brenda was happier there, painful still, but not by so much. Then, I removed the night bag from the catheter contraption. What an odd mixed colour it was?
ff to get the kettle on, and I took this snap of the view out there. This one was oddly coloured as well. To my eyes, there were no clouds at all. I 
may have taken it in the wrong mode, I think. To the wetroom next, to visit the 
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got grounded and burst by the cement like evacuating product. I was pleased at first that there was no splattering to clean up. But blood had dribbled down the legs. No winning for me. Trotsky or Conrad, one or the other extreme to cope with. It’s never an ordinary session nowadays.
I went to sort out the waste bins and took these two shots from the kitchenette window. The top one shows the shadow of the block of flats as the sun rose from the left. 
I was about to turn on the kettle when the intercom chime chimed out. It was the J Sainsbury order. I’ve already made an order for food from Asda for next week. Huh! Read on.
Got the goods in boxes, and the catheter needed gallons of water in the hallway.
as I did so. 
The second box, which I emptied, contained Luxurious Limoncello desserts, beef slices, tomatoes, Bartlett potatoes, soft Flora spread, and bleach. Then, I tackled the 
third one of the boxes.
pain. 
The driver put the goods into boxes and bags for me. He had to shoot off; he was miles behind with his schedule of deliveries. Poor chap. He left the boxes in the hallway for me. And I sorted them out in the kitchenette – with a definite 
feeling of de-ja-vu! Marmite cheese, beef slices, lemon fool, and lemon curd desserts are on view. Three ready-made meals, Cumberland pie, Shepherds pie and a Lamb Hot Pot. A BBQ pork pie, a reasonable price that, a third off the regular price! Lamb pattie, and half-price imitation chicken, 
cooked chicken pieces. 
I had already used Ccleaner twice and dared not use it again when a Memory-Shortage warning appeared on the screen. This depressed me more than it had before, and I 
gave up on the computer and made a meal. I took a terrible photo of it. Nice though!
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order arriving between 06:00 & 07:00hrs! 
delivery, and I couldn’t hear the door chime in the wet room. No new pants were on, so I left the old ones on and got a fresh dressing gown. 
I took a snap of the view and checked the weather. I can hear the buzzer in there. 
some more in the night. I know that because I nipped onto the balcony to check the mudslide situation in the car park.
As I came back in, I confirmed that Doreen Dementia had me by the goolies. I realised that the time now was 05:45hrs!!! I’ll change the battery on the 
clock letter. Humph!
PPs on, and the lesion bleeding. Haha! 
not for me. No, really! 
The peas are Nigerian. I’m hoping things go well today so I can make a good nosh of small roast potatoes, some 
peas, and bacon before midnight. But it didn’t work out. I’ve had computer problems all day long. It’s already 21:25hrs, and I’m only up to here. To say all I’ve had come, the fridge didn’t look overfull.
I’ve got plenty of bladder juice, mind you. I’ve got some cordial, a lemon and a lime 
for when I get sick of drinking plain water.
I then got some of the mini-potatoes to roast later on. I’m sure I’ll get time before the early morning hours. Tsk!
Photographicalisations of the changing sky views throughout the day. The sun came through for a while as if to just say ‘Hello’ to me. Hehe!
This snap is from this morning when I had my mug of Glengettie. No, it was Thompson’s Punjana tea and four dunked bikkies.
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Everything was okay in the kitchen. I did think it looked a little dark out there this morning. When I turned the light off for a better look
Then I realised I’d left the nocturnal pouch in the wet room
I had a go at the blog after Richard had left
was not saving anything with a new name. Oh, dear, now I’m
Mop 
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After a 
callers arrives. Only the cardiac murmur nurses left to arrive. 
The urine was not so dark, but then again, I got woken up by the alarm
Oh! Nothing has moved all day yet.
Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I opened the door, and the moment I saw him, I remembered that he was due today. Tsk!
Four items were substituted. 
One of them was the mini-plum top mates. They’d substituted a pack of four heavy, underripe tomatoes bigger than golfballs. They were that heavy, which indicates little juice but plenty of flesh… I took care not to drop any when putting them away. They would probably break a toe if they landed on my foot. Good job. I’ll get a drill and hacksaw. (Sarcasm)
I did get ready and microwaveable beef meals in rich stout gravy. I’m having one tonight if I ever get the unstarted blog done
After jiggling the products to make room for them, I got the bread into the freezer.
I got two in twenty minutes. Swim & pool.
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I LOVE THESE!
Nocturnal Urine, too dark again.
Must get the quilt washed somehow.
Blue morning.
Constipation this time. Tsk!
The hook slipped off of the shower curtain again this morning. I couldn’t reach up to put it back on.
Rain again.
Late nosh. Not so good.
Series of late afternoon shots of the sky.
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I got my head down last night, about 01:00hrs. I woke up at 01:15hrs. Nodded off again, waking up with an 
would wake those below me up. 
more wee-wee. Hahaha! 
PPs off and sat on the plastic seat.
toenail! Also, I forgot to do the teeth. 
It was some mail that made the noise I heard. I was not in such a good mood then. A damned depression came on instantly as I realised the things I needed help with sorting for the letters. HMG sent three of them! (TV licence), the bank (2) and an unopened one after the shock of the first few. As I got on the computer, a barrage of painful…
We had a drop of rain this afternoon to teatime.
And a ready-made Shepherd’s Pie with a root vegetable potato topping. I made the nosh. It has a delightful
The evening view was one of those ‘everything-had-brown’ in it. 