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A tinge of brown in the first-morning snap of the view from the kitchenette?
Thus, I evacuated the splashy sludge.
The brown clouds had lessened.
A hazy-looking moon got through.
I did the waste bags and then made up the day’s spring water bottles.
Getting lighter now.
Frost was on the ground, but that soon cleared up, especially on the bottom field, decorated with footfall-made paths.
Despite my guzzling away at the water, the flow from bladder to pouch was far less today.
Late afternoon.
I had a search for Meals-on-Wheels, as it was known on the web. Totally confused. As I am with the instructions over the Diabetic Course Email. I sent a reply on Friday explaining that I did not know which of the options to choose. No indication of where they would be held, and I have to sign up in a few days or not get on the waiting list. I’ll ask Carer Kara if she can contact them for me. Miguel… no Manuel… well, one or the other to clarify the situation, location and when. If I remember.
Bye-bye, sunshot.
Veg soup, nosh. Had just two thin rounds of bread, and some potatoes were in with the beans.
Sad, innit? Hehe!
I did… but not in the time allotted.
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Late Carer Came. Socks were not taken off, and no nocturnal pouch was attached to the catheter. It’s my fault; I forgot to ask for it to be done.
Cheers!
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A bit nippy when I opened the kitchen window!
Carer Chris, who brought my laundry back last night, arrived. Medications administered. Peptac & Paracetamol were taken this morning… that was because 
I started to put last night’s laundry away.
The dressing gowns were still damp. So I hung them on the air warmer.
After blogging for an hour or so, I took this kitchen photographicalisation.
Surprisingly, IU found the day pouch needed emptying, so I did. It looked as if the blood streaks had gone, but it was still a smidge red and had bubbles… large ones this time in it. 
there.
The second Carer took this photo of the once again filled-up catheter day pouch…
Rang out.
It was the Vitamin B12 tablets. A year’s supply!
The flipping pouch needed emptying again.
Another shot while the clouds were so perfect for picturing. I saw more things in this one.
I must phone the district nurses on Monday. To inform them of all the wee-weeing going on.
Getting late now. Another beautiful view was taken.
The sun goes down. Bootiful
Minutes later.
I think there was a fire somewhere later. I could hear a lot of klaxons and see red, blue and twos. 
I missed this one I took earlier at the end of the car park mudslide. 
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yet again… this time it was four hours before I found it again. Missed the sunset and annoyed myself. Nothing new there!
I stirred reluctantly in mock life.
Removed the nocturnal catheter bag.
Wash and shave.
The legs & feet were looking okay.
The bloodless parts of the toes were seemingly getting larger in the area? The make on the right foot is actually, I think, a mark on the camera lens. But I tried to clean it off the other day without any success? It does not show up in dark areas, so I cunningly took the top photo upside down. Clever, eh? Or not.
A second attempt at evacuating from the rear end, and Trotsky had regained control. Last visit!
All done ablutionally and medicatingly, I tackled getting the Depend PPs on. I am not kidding; I reckon the whole operation took me about 5 minutes from start to finish! With some miracle, the pains from knees Arthur Itis and the two Cartilages were not too bad! 
I made up some bottles of spring water (flavoured with cordials) for the day’s intake. 
Sorted the waste bags.
I was gobsmacked to see that the Catheter Day Pouch had filled quickly. Oddly, the shade looked a little deeper as the day went on.
The landline rang 
And very welcome she will be! ♥
At least it was a small one.
Baguettes, beans & bacon soup, Soda water, a can of minced beef, kitchen towels, and Worcestershire Sauce flavoured chip sticks. And…
Hot dogs, potatoes, rissoles & Lamb Patti!
The day pouch was choker-full again!
I eventually discovered that I must have knocked it off the recliner arm, and it’s fallen into the control pouch outside the chair. Angry at myself but so pleased that I found it, I went to take a very late shot of the night from the kitchen.
Not a brilliant one, though.
Full again! And look at the dark colour?
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We’ve agreed to leave the ankle & leg strappings off, to see how it goes. Richard did not put the diabetic socks
Lovely morning view.
Amazing cloud and lighting.
What handsome looking best!
I got some bottles of Bladder-pleasing spring water into the front room. I’m trying to during more, as the urine in the day bag os getting darker.
A very rare event here! I microwaved a hot dog, opened a packet of low-calorie sticks, and I added a pot of orange jelly, and had an afternoon snack! Nice!
I did, however, get the few photos taken into CorelDraw and got them in the WordPress gallery to use in the morning… at least, I hope to. I pondered over where the term cat in hell’s chance may have originated, I looked it up on Google: A footnote to a humorous poem printed in The Gentlemen’s Magazine of April 1792 perhaps gives a clue to the origin. “Charon”, it says, “has orders to deprive all cats of their claws. Whence comes that saying in hopeless cases – he has as much chance as a cat in Hell without claws”.
Got some fodder cooked, prepared, and served up.
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Morning kitchen view.
ARGH!
The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.
Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.
Took an afternoon shot of the clouds.
As I took the first one, a crow flew into view.
The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.
Yum, Yum!
Low shot.
High shot.
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Misty, no rain.
Got the bags into the kitchen.
Lucozade treats, iced drinkie, bleach and what the heck was getting more pasta sauce in for? I’ve at least ten bottles on the shelf now! I suppose I could claim that 
can take the blame? 
Choca-blocker fridge!
Unbelievable!
I need help with this!
The NHS sent me a new ailment warning wristband.
Orange and brown sliced tomato baguettes
slathered with butterless salted butter.
Gorgeous!
bled a lot and often.
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And were busy giving me bother. But particularly painful was 
. I seem to be getting pains at the back of both cartilages recently. When walking or lifting either leg. Electric-like Peripheral Neuropathy pains in both ankles. 
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tube connected to Little Inchy; both for leaks and signs of bleeding. He found both! The release valve was dribbling bits of urine out. He pushed it over as hard as he could and was surprised when the leak stopped. As he moved his legs, agony! 
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I rose, still half-asleep despite my rude awakening, and went to get the kettle on in the kitchen. Which seemed a logical idea as that 
was where the kettle was. I thought I might have seen Venus in the first shot of the sky. I took another one to try and catch it again, but it came out a little wobbly… which is what I became at that 
very point, shaky!
As I continued unalarmed, I noticed the brushing on the lower arms. Had I been noctambulating again in my sleep? 
mark on the knuckle that, to my eyes, was exactly like a picture of a dog’s face. The photo does not show it; I didn’t do a good job of this photo either. Tsk!
, just to keep the train going
The morning evacuation demanded my attention, and at first, I thought I was going to have the right job here. Blood ran at a fair pace, well trickling, from the 
wounds down the lower legs. Blood from poor little Inchie’s Fungal Lesion filling the Protection Pants up, and I’ll be sat there pushing for all I’m worth battling with 
for I don’t know how long before the concrete sausages are forced out! How wrong can a thought be? I was instantly in complete control of the procedure! I cleaned up my rear end first, then the splashes that had torrented out all over
I was, after three days of only getting two shaving cuts… back in form! Six! The toothbrush snapped in half! 
Washed the legs, and got some medications applied, too, & then 
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I moved the alert wristbands to the right arm to avoid the scratches and bruises on the left one.
. Now, twelve hours later, as I write this masterpiece of a blog (Hahaha!), I still can’t recall what it was! 
arrived as I was just about to start the computer.
strappings on. 
called P.M. The gal was not feeling as good as Richard wasn’t, and I still suffered from the lower regions. But the legs were feeling fine. In fact, I’m glad I took a photo of them now cause it’s like they are a pair of refurbished limbs???
From well, I’m not sure… erm,,, I think it must have been five hours I was out of it – yet had opened a can of soup and put it in the saucepan ready for later, the pan had been heated, so how come I have no 
recollection of this happening? 
reminder notepad. 
has just arrived for the last check call.
I took this to ensure the soup was not left on the heat.
Then I noticed the notepad.
Minutes later, the sky seemed to brighten up? 
Little Inchie, I think I may have clumped to the floor.
, I’ve got, innit.
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Today has been, up to now, a nothing day.
Not so dark this morning.
Moon, or reflection of flash. I don’t remember taking this one at all?
A gone-wrong early morning shot of the houses.
are beginning to blow up, bleed, and scab again.
The two-tone-shaded toes… Scrawny leg bottoms, but fat at the top? Hehe!
are more prominent too! Some vein lumps rising.
Another change in the evacuation department!
Took a close up of the two-tone-shaded toes.
A truly blue hue now.
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Late afternoon clouds.
Getting darker now.
I got carried away doing the ode.
Peaceful!
Aha, a misty sunset.
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Morning views.
Heavy fog for an hour or two.
Forever changing. Tsk!
Darker again.
Just in time to catch the end of sunset.
Did a sweep of the sky.
Right view.
Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha!
Almost ready.
Seasoned the vegetable stew.
Added some veg stock.
The ribbon of light.
To the left, some clouds.
Great looking further on.
Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.
took a night off!
had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by 
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Down to the lobby and had a go at the crossword while I waited. The Easy-Link bus arrived, and I was soon on the minibus, paid my fee, and on the way to the surgery.
With a High Risk of Type 2 Diabetes. Nurse Carolyne was her usual kind, patient self as we discussed my dietary habits. It’s as if I must have known, I said. I’ve just last week stopped eating crisps, and nibble only sugar-free biscuits now. However, the highlight of this talk was I can now go back to having two mugs of tea a day! Hurrah! Or, as many as many mugs of decaffeinated tea that I wanted… Spit! Horrible, tasteless!
, and into the prison… no, flats. 
Someone’s washing, obviously someone had forgotten to collect it from the machine, had been dumped on the draining board counter. Which is better than mine was, which was on the floor and returned with fluff all over it, the week before last. But at least it was returned last week. The new dressing gowns, shirts and diabetic socks will have to be bought again… I think I ordered some from Amazon.
In the cell… er, apartment, and emptied out the very dark urine from the day pouch.
To make room for the daily mug of Glengettie tea. No, I’m wrong again; it was J Sainsbury’s Extra-Strong Red Label teabag. Lovely it was too! Then, I got the uncomfortable, painful trousers off.
I was going to make some baked spuds but forgot to heat the oven. It can happen to anyone!
arrived. Med’s sorted
Yummy!
Phew! Just in time!