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0515hrs: I burst into life, bounded of off the bed and did a double somersault, catching the night bag as I landed on the floor and did fifty swift press-ups. Then ran yodelling away into the wet room and removed the night pouch. A bit of shadow boxing then…
Well, alright then...
0515hrs: I woke up in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner.
I had to force myself t stay awake long enough to get up and fight against Dizzy Dennis and Lost-Balance-Belinda, as I painfully got the nocturnal bag freed and emptied. I was not in good condition, mentally of 
physically, this morning. Confusion Konrad had a grip on me. However, despite these things, I started the day and within 10 minutes of using the Porcelain Throne, guess who visited me? Yes, it was good old, much missed, and very welcome 
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Trotsky Terence was in charge of the evacuation. Messy, very messy!
Four-Wheeled-Walker-Wally was still in there, from my returning from the opticians. I made a mental note to empty the pod, collapse Wally, and move it back into the balcony later. It was a big job for me, and it’s complicated because I have to move things around to make space to get to the balcony. (I didn’t)
Off to get the kettle on for a brew of Typhoo. I took a snap from the kitchen. Is that the moon or a light at the back? I’ll try to get another tomorrow.
The Carer Who calls me “Bapu” arrived. She pointed out that the Warfarin Dosage note was still not there. We had another quick search, but others and I had already made them for the sheets without finding them. I said I’d ring the Warfarin-DVT Clinic later to confirm the dosages. No problem in the morning, cause 
Warfarin is taken at teatime or in the evening. Nice that my “Baby-Princess” Carer had recognised it was missing. Medications were given, and she applied Phorpain gel to my knees. Oh, and my lower back.
I decided not to start the blog yet. I searched my Excel Medical file to get telephone numbers for my Doctors and the QMC Warfarin Anticoagulation-DVT Clinic. But the DVT number was not in the file. So I Googled to find it and added it to the Excel file, ready for when I can call. Then found that the number given was the same as the one for the QMC switchboard, so I amended the ones I’d put in the file.
I felt sneaking up on me. This, I assumed, was because I’d done, well, I thought I had done a decent job in getting the contact number… but still double-checked the numbers, just in case Arithmophobia Arron had made me get it wrong.
I tried the Doctor’s surgery first. This first call was answered by a Robot-AI. Telling me I was being transferred to “Our Customer Navigator. Beep-beep. Then I was connected to another Robot-AI. Telling me I had to pick a number to press; Press 1: If you are bleeding heavily or have chest pains, ring off and dial 999. Press 2: If your call is about prescriptions. Press Three; I couldn’t make out what the AI said on this one. But as I needed to know my current Warfarin doses, surely linked to prescriptions? I pressed 2 and got through to a third Robot-AI. “We do not accept prescription requests by telephone, Email, and started to tell me the most convoluted email address I’ve ever heard. Obviously, I could not keep up with what the electroid was blurting out at a rapid pace – so I rang off, pissed-off!
I think it would be easier to get through to MI5 & MI6 than to get to my Doctor! 
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I tried ringing 111 to see if they could advise me on how to avoid being ignored, and maybe even who and how to contact for my Warfarin dosages. Or, not.
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Then I rang the Queen’s Medical Centre Switchboard. Well, I was going to, when a Carer arrived. I told him of my difficulties, and we both had another search for the Warfarin-DVT Anticoagulation doses sheet. He couldn’t spend too long, but he did his best for me. A total failure, of course, par for the course. Only a ten-minute call at midday. I also mentioned all the photographs that I’d lost from yesterday’s visit to the opticians. Crying in front of the Carer was not an option, even though I felt like doing so. Hahaha!
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Back to phoning the QMC switchboard.
The phone was answered almost straight away. For the first time, I was greeted by a human. Not a Robot-AI. I asked to be put through to the DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Department, and within seconds, the call was transferred. Was my luck changing? No! It was getting worse, and it was answered by a Robot-AI! 
The electronic-faux-human rattled on, telling me the times they are open. I estimate exactly what he said, as best as I can. It may contain errors, or hopefully not. We are open on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays between 1100hrs & 1600hrs; and open on Fridays from 1100hrs to 1500hrs. We are closed on Thursdays and weekends. You can contact your Doctor by phone or email, or 111 at any time… Hahaha! Just what I’d failed to do! You couldn’t make this rubbish up as fiction. No one would believe it. Farcicalness & the NHS go together like cheese & onion nowadays.
It’s the young ones I fear for, well, not the Oligarchs or Eton attending youngsters. More of the proletariat ones. The NHS is not fit for purpose.
Unfortunately, the only party I see that wants to cure the faults in the NHS is the ‘Your Party’. But they cannot win an election because they don’t have enough candidates to stand for Parliament.
A sad state of affairs, politically.
Today was a feast of embarrassment, frustration and confusion. All normal here then!
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me. I was still sitting there, awaiting the torrent to stop as the door chime rang, and Ejaz came 
Inevitably, when I got on the computer, Ape-Shit describes the events. It would not let me open Google from the icon, or from the Control thingy. 
I was at the end of my tether. Every day this happens. The battle to do the graphics, an Ode, and the HC chart is getting overwhelming, not to mention tackling the rest of the blog.
Then slightly to the left.
I won’t lose any memory or time in putting any of the others on. Bear in mind how low I was.
I had no idea it had taken place, but it was confirmed when I came back to reality, with the acidic, horrible-tasting, and smelly gust of wind that came up into my mouth. I thought I had had a mini-seizure; they are the ones that usually have the acid after them. But the after effects were scary this time. I could not get up for a good few minutes. It felt like the room and I were swaying in different directions. I made sure I stayed where I was in the chair. I did not risk standing or walking until things had cleared in my head. Which took ages. While waiting, I made sure I hadn’t been on the computer and caused
visit.
I ate well, at least. (Slurp-gobble)
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let rip with a wet, gooey torrent of innards contents.
Went to wash myself and found I’d left the hot tap on, so it was running cold!
Then, I touched up the few I loaded on CorelDraw, and then went to get two of the small pork pies with pickle to nibble. Ejax was back on his second call now and spotted some short dates on other products in the fridge. He took a waste bag, which was pretty full, with him when he left to the refuge chute for me.
I got some potatoes and garden peas in the slow-cooker. I added some vegetable seasoning and a dollop of light Soy sauce. Then, I made up a bottle with spring water, grapefruit cordial, and soda water. Not too strong, but with the soda water added, it tasted a little tart and tangy.
All of these were taken from the balcony, through the glass. This one straight ahead.
To the right, the treetops of my greatly missed visiting tree copse in the bottom field.
Down to the right, the Citrus Grove end car park. Note the little red car on the chevrons?
Added some of my favourites
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Photos & Comments
The catheter pouch, before my nurse tended to it.
Morning view.
Forgot why I took this one.
HC equipment. High BP today.
Aha, got some of the Marmite & cheese puffs.
Too many drinkies. Even though
So tired, only just changed the date.
Copernicus sausage, Potato Rostis, cooked beetroot, tomatoes & cheesy bread rolls.
Did you notice? I’ve gorra a new Grim Reaper,
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Early Morning fog
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I did the teggies very carefully. Then had a shave using the new razors, carefully. No cuts, no droppages! 
soap substitutes on my neck, I noticed 
that it does visit me now and then.
handwash the Khagoule and hung it up to dry in the wet room. It was then that it dawned on me that I had not done the other freshenings & medicationings yet. No cursing or swearing at myself. 
Back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen, and at last, the fog was beginning to clear somewhat, slowly. 
Problems with CoralDraw then, & WP yet again!
Shortly afterwards, Ejaz came into the room. I tried to explain what had gone on with the ablution and CorelDraw problem, but I didn’t need to bother; he couldn’t understand what I was saying. But he set about sorting me out carewise, bless him. He gave me a Penicillin capsule. Asked if I needed other medications. I asked for Codeine, the lad Phorpain-gelled my back, and left leg’s Cartilage, Arthur Itis, and the Fractured knee. The right leg still has the compression bandaging on, which stopped me from having a shower! 
NOSH MADE
started and gave me no rest at all.
Then returned and climbed into the bed, but there was no sleep. I tried for several hours, fruitlessly.
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Sorry, yet again, time beat me.
Nocturnal urine, Ejaz gave it a 5.
When I made up the waste bags into one, 
The Iceland delivery arrived, and the driver kindly threw the bag onto the kitchen floor for me.
Treats for Nurses, Carer, and me. Hehe!
No idea why I bought it, a mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. 
Ah, Inchies treats these are.
Got the items needed into the fridge.
I filled up the Carer & Nurses’ desk with the nibbles.
Then, I refreshed the [posh biscuit barrels with some shortcake & shortbread biscuits!
Well stocked up with catheter fillers.
Ode hue to this one of the front car park.
Getting late now. Lovely hue to this one.
The Catheter box arrived, and I put it on the bed. To sort out when Ejaz has time, we need to coordinate. He didn’t have time today.
Ten minutes later, the Sharrows parcel arrived.
Another cracking snap from the kitchen.
Tasty!
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dished out the punishment for my stupidity.
I recall taking this one after waking up late and feeling in a mood; seeing the fog, it seemed to fit in.
. Where I pondered over what to do, or try next. When I got back to the computer, a line above everything had appeared on Google. It was empty. I presumably thought the tags were being put on as part of the update. So I left it to see what would happen after an hour of creating words in Hippo. Nothing had happened.
This is what was cleaned. A little large amount for a 
And…
and…
At last, I can appreciate something,
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, by the end of the day, totalling
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the opportunity to join in the painful early morning pain-giving attacks! 
and swore a little. 
some Peptac and Phorpain gelled Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees.
I made a start on yesterday’s blog at long last. But not for long, and another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to. 
I put some of the cream onto Little inchy, but had no desire to r
I’m not sure why I bought even more jars of Kung Po sauce… yes, I do now, it was on a special Offer. 
These cookies were on Special Price, as well.
I put some in a nibble jar, and the bacon-flavour crispy thingamajigs in another jar. They should be painlessly edible
Returned with even more gusto, and good cause. Why? A District Nurse arrived. I initially thought it was to change and replace the Catheter contraption. The pain I experienced when they replaced the tube in Little Inchy was bad enough, but with all the other ailments I had, I almost feared it. 
falling in love, and are an unwell old antique, what else is there that one can do? Hahaha!
The end of the car park, with the regular little red car on the no-parking lines, and two other vehicles were demonstrating their 
parking skills for us to admire.
As 
Made a cock-up, (I needn’t have mentioned that, I make them that often) and burnt the meal, which made the food harder, defeating my plans for having softer food to counter the effects of dear 
another error!
I admit, it can be a bit of a bugger,
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during the ablutioning.
Refilled the bottom cyoboard again
fridge. Polish sausages, Zwieska, Cheesy Rolls, Roast pork and rostis. I have plenty of drinks for anyone who calls to help me
in any way. The iced coffees are particularly popular.
this colour was the best ever recorded. While being hospitalised for 3, then four days, I kept missing the nurses changing it. Then the three weeks with the fractured knee meant I couldn’t, daren’t move it back then, cause of the pain of it. But it is far less hurtful today, so I moved it. I have complete confidence that the dentist will alleviate the pain later today. Hahaha!
. Then I got the four-wheel trolley walker out of the balcony to use, and put on my heavy coat 
We got off at the Mansfield Rd bus stop on the hill. We nattered and had a laugh as we crossed the road and walked up to the dental surgery. I was danged-glad that Ejaz was with me. Getting up those four deep steps is not easy without the trolley, but Ejaz assisted me.
I continued working on this blog and then headed back down to the laundry room. Took me ages to get the clothes sorted and folded. They were a smidge damp, well, the thick coat was. I cleaned the filter and reinstalled it. Taking this photo of a car on the chevrons at the front of the flats on the way back. I met the lady 
who helped me on the way back, and offered her my appreciation and thanks.
I added the heavy coat from the dryer to the rest of the clothing in the bag, taking care to keep everything as straight as 
possible. Going back along the link corridor, I stopped twice because my frequently fractured knee was pretty painful.
When Ejaz did his late call, he took a snap of my right leg. Not a pretty sight at all. Then again, that’s not unusual!
I very stupidly added raw garden peas to the tray. This resulted in instant pain from the four teeth and gums on the right side of my mouth.
The peas were abandoned after the first spoonful set Tiffany off. Even some tomatoes were too hard to eat. I would think that I ate about half of one of the pork-filled bread rolls. And I was in such agony, I realised in the morning that the only thing I could have eaten without pain, the lemon mousse, had been left on the ottoman, untouched and thrown away. Doing this hurt me! Hehehe!
As Ejaz left after his early morning visit, I realised he had not given me one of the Amoxicillin tablets. I took one and made a note for me to tell Ejaz. Afterwards, I wondered if I’d done the right thing or the wrong thing. I was aware of what the Dentist or Chemist was communicating to Ejaz; maybe they told him to start the course in the morning? 
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was worse than ever, and the sharp tingling up the leg got much worse. Not to mention the left knee fractures, and Cartilage Chloe playing up.
On Ejaz’s last visit, I told him I’d taken the Amoxicillin tablet & why. He took a shot of the legs and the colour of the urine in the catheter day pouch, it’s getting darker now. One thing that struck me was the new compression bandage’s colour, so skin-like.
Thanks to Carer Ejaz.
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Found the photo I’d lost of yesterday’s meal.
Put the TV on while the meal is cooking.
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