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Well, where do I start again?
New problems, Whoopsiedangleplops, Cock-ups or Accifauxpas every single day! And 90% of the current batch, has not been sorted or rectified yet! Int life good? I’ll not mention the Acci-Whoopsie yet, but I’ve just taken a photo of the resultant injuries, which I’ll display here further down. Cause knowing my luck, there will be more to follow yet… Hehehe!
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I stirred into imitation life again. And, me thinking it was early yet, for some reason I had it in my mind after looking at the wall clock… well, what used to be a wall clock, it fell off and I can’t reach to put it back on the wall, so it rests next to the Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy above the electric fire… that I cannot or dare not put on with the prices of electricity… Where was I? Oh, yes…
night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired 
to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
Thinking it was only about 05:00hrs, I decided to get the ablutions done, but no showering; the noise would disturb the neighbours. So a stand-up at the sink, the one with the cold water tap (Faucet) not working, would suffice this morning.
I soon discovered I’d now had neck pains from yesterday’s tumble.
I cleaned the few teeth I have left, and during doing this, it dawned on me that yesterday I could not find the toothbrush – it was straight in front of me on the cold-waterless sink!
A body wash ensued. But not the feet, I can’t get at them, so will put them in a bowl of soapy water later.
I started to shave… and the 
? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area…
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
I wiped the cuts with some paper towels, fumbled about getting the PPs on, and 
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
I apologised to Richard for keeping him waiting; he was putting the first eye drops in seconds. Then did the medication during the five-minute wait, before giving me the second Optha eye drops. I did the three-minute finger poke in the eye near the nose, and off the tired-looking lad went. Thanked him.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as and the neck were both a little severe, pain-wise.
Then I went back into the wet room again, for my 
activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
In two words… ‘GOOEY – MESSY!’ Oh, and with an orange tint to the torpedoes! Incidentally, Richard arrived at, I 
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea with the regulation four little cookies. I think the taste buds are coming back online… not like Liberty-Global’s Virgin Media when I tried to open it...
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
So, I went onto CorelDraw and Excel to make some graphs.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
. Thanks Kara!
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Desk Top Dance Julie cameth in.
To tell me they had rung the NCH maintenance to inform them of my problems of having no water in the wet room tap, or water tank. They anticipate I may get a call from maintenance about a call date. Bless ’em both! ♥ The photo above is from some years ago, but they look just the same today!
Yet again!
Can you believe it?!
This typically says a lot, but never they do it, or the damage they inflict on old men… coffin waiters, in the UK, particularly in Sherwood, Nottingham, en route to the greedy, profit-at-any-cost, smoke & mirrors, oligarchical characters.
I caught my nut on the side of the kitchenette sink while washing the tea mug.
Knocked on the blood papules and paid the price. Had to use a lot of the Brut aftershave to stop it bleeding. I just laughed the incident off, as I always do…
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
Aha, The landline telephone ringeth and flashes. I’ll answer it then.
Twas ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana. To inform me that a Nottingham City Homes Maintenance plumber will be calling tomorrow… to look at problems with the WC.
Yee-Haa!
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives.
I shall go forth and make summat to eat. I may, possibly, mayhap I’ll be back!
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling.
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. Hehehe!
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
Damned expensive for what sparse bread it contained. But they were, after cooling, rather nice! In fact, the entire meal was for once.
Yesterday when eating, I thought the taste buds were getting more responsive.
Tonight, they were back to form.
A delicious mini-feast.
Taste rating: 8.6/10.
Late Carer Chris arrived, the moment I drifted off into slumberland. Thoughtfully left me in 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, while he performed the two eye drops and medications for me. Night pouch was attached to 
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Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home, and off he went.
But could I get back to sleep? Nope! No thought storms, though; it was a cracking headache from the head wounds, and that was the reason. Humph!
Cheers!
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chimed from the front door ringer. Rudely bringing me back to ersatz life again… I wasn’t keen on it, though, with the pains and aches from yesterday’s tumble making themselves felt before I’d opened my eyelids.
, no medications for her, then there was 
and 
. 
I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot.
on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of 
eye spray and got them like a professional! Sorted the medications, then counted of the five minutes required before dealing out the slightly more uncomfortable 
vial, and in they went too. He checked the time on his mobile to count down the three minutes that I had to stick my index finger in the noses corner of the affected eye.
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at 
, and I missed…
courtesy of 
performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c196
, a cracker it was, too. 
saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
. As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet! 
Tidied up the Catheter.
I love these brown nights.
also bleeding!
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on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood.
I got the 
night pouch freed from the day bag. 
on the Ottoman en route.
Apparently, accidentally taking this photo?
Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of 
. Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had 
not got any pod peas. Grrr! 
The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!
The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.
Took this grim-looking picture.
Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside. 
The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was.
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A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued
:
: Wot, yer on abarght now?
uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? 
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I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me.
I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and 
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing 
me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen 
than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed.
The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on 
their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
! As 
! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner as leverage to get back up on my feet again… 
, I had a good 
The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.
The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving.
you have guessed? Yes… another 
bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This bro
Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. 
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. 
To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about.
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch.
I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
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Not the worst of days, by a long chalk,
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of 
was off to the 
empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. 
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows.
cause the food arrived.
keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! 
them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. 
Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.
Busy here!
wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too
By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this!
The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind!
, 
. Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water.
To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and ab
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more?
. also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, 
, and 
are ever-present too. There are others, of course! 
etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called
Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well.
As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
And very nice it was too!
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very full. 
Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the 
was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that 
is making a comeback; I thought I was passing more wind last night.
I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. 
Needless to say, 
calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.
Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails!
But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!
the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted.
The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89.
Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park.
the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! 
a feat I could not beat.
Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off.
I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.
in.
visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear! 
. Hehe!
we had a thunderstorm. 
and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting 
s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream? 
I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night 
The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised
I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of 
will need attention soon.
Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist)
Got the computer on.
capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity!
million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway.
I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.
I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again! I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?
. What am I thinking, a 
Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloa
Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job.
vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.
Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.
After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful 
I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!
Despite 
as well; The two 
forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.
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The pins & plates look good.
A mystery photo. As some pictures disappear into the ether from the SD Card, some get taken either by Alto-Ego, or me accidentally. Hehe! Part of the kitchen, I think?
. Started the Ode for today …
With some air-fried potatoes as a side.
Saw that off swiftly!
Wiped around the kitchenette.
As if the gentleman (Slip of the tongue), was or is the slightest bit interested in my, or any other unfortunate customer of…
Could he give a toss?
An old car programme came on. And they were selling an old Ford Zepher, two-tone in cream and a maroonish red
Memory prompting. My mate at the time and I bought one between us, and we both loved it. But, it didn’t work out well, due to the increase (due to the availability of the car for lifts), in females showing an interest in us both. We fell out over whose turn it was to use it, and he had the money to buy my half of the car, and I never saw him again.
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Then I had another go at getting to sleep.