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While Carer Chris was getting Inchy back up on his feet, he said, “I’m going to do another rhyme about life!” And he did, as you can see. When the morning Carer arrived, there he was at his computer working on the aforementioned ode. When the next Carer called hours later… there he was, still on his computer, working on the aforementioned ode. It’s not as if it is any good, but he continues to dish out this rubbish. Which possibly proves the validity of what the old man wrote?
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Not as good as last week. But I’m still here despite the new ailments found lurking within… and around. Hehehe!
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Easy-Peasy, pudding & pie! No idea what that means?
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Another day of disasters. Well, maybe not disasters, but calamities, maybe. It all started so well, as well. I was feeling well… to start with. Then the cock-ups started!
I’ll just mention two of them in this intro. Cause they cost me so much time, it’s now gone 20:00hrs, and I’ve just started this blog. Plans went askew, as they usually do! No, I’ve changed my mind; I’ll reveal what I remember of it, more or less how and when they happened in this amazingly popular blog, so as not to keep my mass of followers on tenter-hooks. It’s not fair to either of them. It’ll be a little sparse… that’s another thing, poor 
on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
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Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!) I dislodged the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. When getting up, the balance was a bit dodgy, and I ended up plopping back down into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. A bloody experience. Poor 
blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I 
on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe!
Off I poddled, very carefully to the wet room to Germoloid and wash my end. Picked up 
, & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on.
You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both 
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joined in then. I was a bit of a confused wreck for a few minutes! 
Nothing new there, mind you.
After a sit-down, drink of spring water, and a couple of the delectable Le Petit Beurre biscuits, I decided I must get on with things, and not feel sorry for myself. (As if!)
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
Must have been yesterday when I took this one, unknowingly. Then realised I’d not done the waste 
bags and safety checks. So, I did.
Made up[ the bag from three bins and put them near the door.
Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe!
Checked in the kitchen, taps were okay, the oven was not left on and the fridge & freezer doors were shut–too.
Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Then, an interruption for the use of the 
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Another half-hour was lost! The mess, and I had to change into new Protection Pants due to my not being quick enough to get there to avoid a little seepage!
So more cost with having to re-Germoloid and Germolene my more delicate parts again. I was slowly sinking into a depression. But forced myself out of it, and into the kitchen with the aim of making a brew of tea.
But 
arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
I took her blood pressure. She’s one of the best BPs I’ve ever 
seen.
Hello, back to the .
What a mess again!
However, I did get there in time – only just, fair enough. But I was pretty pleased with my dexterity in getting there…
Not so with my dropping the toilet roll onto the WC; I’m getting wee’d off with doing this so often lately. The blame is on my 
, and after reading about the symptoms yesterday on the web, 
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I’m losing my grip or hold on things so much more often this week. The right hand and fingers are getting stiffer and even less sensitive to touch. The digits often freeze on me. That’s how I dropped the mug of tea a week ago. Which managed to avoid the whole of the kitchen floor as it landed directly on my poor little 
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I then got carried away when spending three hours, just doing today’s Ode! Even worse, I got involved in researching suitable words for other rhymes. Again, it’s messing about with my brain. I’m certain she’s getting more masterful at it.
Carer Joanne arrived, and we had a little chinwag. mutual moans and laughs. At last, I remembered to pay her for the eye pads she’d fetched me last week to use for the 
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Bless her cotton socks.
I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right)
However…
And what a one…
My right hand fingers froze as I was about to close the release valve. The pee shot all over my legs, feet and the carpet, not to mention the 1966 second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan cabinet!
I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and 
repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time.
So I got more fresh towels and.. wait for it… Bent down to gather the residue in them.
Of course, I should have known better. The Fall Team Lady, Sarah, told me not to bend down from now on. But when I keep constantly dropping and knocking stuff over, I don’t really have a choice? The urine must be cleaned up and the smell obliterated… But I’m sorry, I tried it now…
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from had me toppling forward, hitting my face on 
the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor!
I’d a few little scratches on the chin; two teeth had been loosened, and were bleeding. 
was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome , then 
joined in. Getting back up was its usual struggle. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet.
The whole day crumbled after this one. Although, when 
arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
He asked if I needed him to ring the ambulance or Doctor’s. I think the neuropathy shakes and shudders made me look worse than I felt. I was lucky for once, I think; at least the 
bag didn’t burst open on me and make things even worse. When taking the 
medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!
I shall now, at 00:20hrs, invest some time in getting something to eat, at last.
I hope to be back in the morning,
And doing a lot less moaning,
I hope not to be groaning,
Suppose I’ll be mentally fidgeting?
If I can make time, do some vacuuming?
The computer needs fragmenting,
My teeth and jaw are stinging…
My back is really aching,
I am unfortunately anticipating…
a struggle with the ablutioning,
Trotsky Terence, Porcelain Throning…
I hope Little Inchie stops bleeding.
And I’ll try to stop burping!
TTFN
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What a Start This Morning!
top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 
07:00 > and 08:00! 
, and off to the wet 
room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions.
Got the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card! 
, I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!
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Please let my luck get betterer?
Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!
A wider view…
But neither was very good. Tsk!
Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.
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After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub.
Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway.
Fridge full view.
Terribly bad freezer shot…
But the bananas came out alright.
Balcony photo of the end car park.
Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!.
A Higher in the Sky view.
Although this one could be my finger?
. Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for photographicalisations
But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms.
, to clean and medicate things in the lower regions.
How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress 
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as I was stretching to get a box of whatnots! I took a tumble, hitting the handle of the four-wheel walker trolley on my way down, and I stubbed my toe. 
. Right on the wrong digit… Don’t think I swore or felt sorry for myself, but I had to abandon the tidying-up job. I casually wiped the blood away (not worth mentioning, but it might make me sound braver than I really am, Hehehe!) and Germoloiding the minuscule bruise. I’ll take a photo of it later to prove just how innocuous it was if it can be seen. Har-Har!
There was not much in the night pouch as I went to take it off the 
A sudden gush and it looked fuller?
It looked like a good 3 rating. However, during the day, Carer Rhamat classed the second check as a ‘6’ on the card! On her 12:00 call. It was a ‘two’. I’ve just done another review, with the cards, and it’s a ‘three’?
The day is breaking through the balcony doors.
Kitchen sorted.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne.
Urge! Haha!
Blepharitis Eye Gel and Spray were used.
First mugs of tea. Sainsbury’s Extra-String Brown Label
Started updating the photographs.
The first lot that Rhamat took for me.
Second dollop, Carer Benjamin, after the cleaning-up session ended so ignominiously. Why? I’ll tell yers…
Just as 
encouraged me to drop a box of cans & bottles I was struggling to move, 
! Then the trolley I’d grabbed hold of, brake gave way, and down onto my knees I went. That did not please either 
or 
Then dolloped some Of the…
gel on the knees and chin.
Hard graft!
Much mess still needs doing, though, in the room!
Sprayed on the water spray, while Benjamin was here.
Checked on the potatoes in the slow cooker.
Twinkly sun shot.
We’ll see…
Not bad at all. Flavour-Rating 7.2/10
to 
Back to trying to get a shot of the high in the grey sky moon.
Made a mess of that!
Horizon shot.
Made an even bigger mess of this one trying to take the moon.
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Waste bags sorted out.
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Could have been anything really?
Although terrible photos, I discerned that it was indeed a cat.
Five carrier bags fool!
The bleach in the barfs was leaking a bit or had leaked judging by the smell.
Ah, grand nosh to nibble! I’m unsure how or why I ordered three packets of ready-sliced and seasoned potatoes?
Got some replacements for the nurses, drivers and carers’ treats shelf in the front room.
Make a great brew of Glengettie tea!
So, I watched the start of the football match twixt Spain & Norway. 2-1 to Spain, in between using the computer when 
, returned
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might help me pull out of whatever it was that had a grip on me. So, I did!
The teeth bled profusely after cleaning those I had left.
The tiny nicks shaving also flowed more blood than usual.
Headed butting the shower power box didn’t go well. Hehe!
chimed from the doorbell, as in walked the Carer. I was late getting the meal, and he was a little early coming, but no bother, other than the meal was cold by the time he has done his bit and departed. Still, he was kind enough to photographicalise me, pretending to eat the meal. Hahaha!
Despite the lack of heat, I still enjoyed it.
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The spelling mistake was on purpose – 
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Night Pouch removed
Washed the plates, great!
Doing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!
Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here.
Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!
The first one.
Above and below from the balcony
Getting darker earlier now.
Looking almost scary now…
Still Bootiful, though!
Nothing special, but So-Tasty!
when I 
and down to the houses.
. But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!
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Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error
A smidgeon of rain again last night.
Front car park – made a mess of this one. 
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Kitchen window shot to the right.
The kitchen window shot to the left.
A later through-the-balcony shot.
CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours.
Mug of Thompson Punjana tea…
and a pot noodle!
Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of 
, 
I’m back – it didn’t go very wel
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I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!
Murky?
As I began preparing the late nosh…
Prettily presented plate of provender…
No-Butter butter and BBQ sauce, put on each half a potato with a bit of salt and vinegar on the battered No-Fish fish balls. 
Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe!
It dawned on my 
Ah, well!
To find that replay football matches were on the channel.
left me alone.
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Great balls of fire! 
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, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the 
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water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite 
the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in 
the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. 
I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
could come back on in ten minutes or so. 
shared a little control with 
again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and 
chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
Lips, faces, & a spear?
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Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.
End car park.
Sky to the West.
had gone down for the fifth time!
Black Outs grew to a current total of…
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the 
, until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
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The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive. 
leaves me alone at night
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today
A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry
The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle.
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in the night pouch this morning.
be doing the hoped-for job of shrinking the prostrate, with a view to me being able to wee-wee once again, with Little Inchie direct into the WC!
The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. 
leg injury and infection, are less frequent.
Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.
I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning.
I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not 
a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe!
Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!
I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. 
delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥
Raining again.
One shot of the houses around about.
I thought of some titles for these pictures; 
without any doubt.
Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish
I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.