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I was up all day yesterday and all night last night!
I put this down to whatever it was they injected and gave me to drink at the hospital. Whatever they were, I liked ’em! Now if only High-Mood-Horis can join me, I’ll be okey-dokey! Hahaha! I’ll probably suddenly sink and fall asleep soon. I got a lot done in catching up on the blogs for once. I loved it.
I was washing the pots when Carer Ejaz arrived – at last the medication looked right. More than I have been given over the Last few mornings. Great! He did the first full-body check since his previous visit. Told Ejaz about the hospital hiccup yesterday. He listens and remembers to remind me about things, bless him.
Then I was off to the Porcelain Throne… Oh, dearie me… # I did it again! 
I didn’t make it in time. I’ve had worse scenarios than this one, but not for a while. The cleaning and freshening up took me ages. And yet, as these Throne failures usually have me cursing, self-lambasting, and feeling sorry for myself all at once, this morning I felt only a few mild curses, a flutter of frustration, and a little guilt! The floor, pants, furniture, and my legs were all affected by the sudden, early burst out, spraying all over.
It took a snap from the kitchen window.
I still think whatever they did in the QMC has calmed me down considerably. I wish I could find out what 
they were and buy some for myself. I imagine they had a stronger effect on me than cannibals would.
Ah, no, that should have been cannabis, I think.
Then found these on the right on Kodak Tim 2’s card. That may have been from another day, maybe? Or have I already put them on another blog? Or did I take them later tonight and forget I’d done so?
I turned on the news and the computer to finish the last of Thursday’s blog.
Birmingham rubbish collections still suffer from their problems.
I haven’t posted it yet, but I thought I’d get this started now, just in case I forget anything. (As if I would…Hehehe!) Then I got back on the computer.
My favourite nurse called to check on my arm and leg. The leg is fine, no need for any patches, and the arm is itching, so I knew it was improving. She put an unmedicated plaster on, cause there were a few congealed bits that, if I caught, might bother. 💖
caught me out. I looked at the Ocado order, thinking it was due at the usual time of 8>9. But after a little worrying, this being 09:35hrs, I realised the order was for 20:00> 21:00hrs. But I still took this all calmly. How have I been going without sleep for so long without feeling tired? (What the heck did they give me yesterday [thankfully]. I want some more… I’ll be having withdrawal symptoms when they wear off.) I anticipate a lowering of resistance and falling asleep when the effects wear off!
Back to posting the blog.
Carer Ejaz looked after me today with three calls. Always gives me confidence when he visits.
The nail-cutting gal arrived. Took the payment from my coat pocket as I asked the gal to. 
As she was about to put the leg strappings and undersocks back on my feet, she realised that the left leg strappings had wee-wee on them, and the slipper as well. Christ-In-Heaven-Help-Me, I’d somehow failed to close the release valve when I emptied it. I was self-angry, but still not as much as I would have been if I’d not been given whatever it was at the hospital… but the calmness was fading, and fast. I knew I was on my way back to getting annoyed with all the things going wrong again. (And progressively did!) A damned shame! Turned off the computer.
I made an earlier-than-usual meal of sorts. Ready-made roast potato skins with cheese, adding a dollop of Leicester cheese on top of each potato. Ate it, and was overcome with instant tiredness.
The Ocado delivery arrived. I sorted out the comestibles, which took me a surprisingly long time. Not that it mattered. I’m so far behind. I don’t think it will save me any 
time not doing it. Is that right? The selection of foods gathered for a fashion parade photo. Smoked streaky bacon. No-butter butter. A Pork Farms Pork Pie. The Apache potatoes. And a pineapple-flavoured soda water (one of 12 purchased)
Another farce! I got a text from someone with no information about what it was, other than “MMS”. A link, which I cannot use on my prehistoric mobile phone for old folk. Wonder what it was?
I took the growths off of some red spuds I had, and got them in the oven to cook slowly. This makes the skins/jackets of red potatoes seem thicker, and when I dollop on the gorgeous-tasting no-butter butter 
when serving up, it does not run away; the skins contain it and thus taste extra special. The blue Stilton cheese, although like many things has lost much of its taste, 
was compensated for with the addition of some mushroom ketchup with a drop of good-quality light soy sauce. These two ingredients go very well together and add flavour to Irish and/or vegetable Stews, even soups.
(No charge for these culinary tips, by the way… Hehehe).
A photograph found on the old SD card. I used this once in the last few day
s. Sorry if I’ve already used it. Looks like the sun is shining toward the end of the car park.
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Horis returned towards the end of the day, just as the effects of whatever drugs I’d had were sadly wearing off. One high was replaced with another, but a guiltier one that 
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I took a snap of the wonderfully hued view from the kitchen window. Nice. Made a brew and got the computer on.
Carer 2nd call. He put a soluble paracetomal in my bottle of water, Hey, Presto; a shower from the bottle to outmatch Rome’s fountains! Well, it shot up about five feet in the air.
The Iceland delivery arrived. The driver took the bags to the hallway, and I moved them into the kitchen. Then got them sorted out as best I could, I 
was rushing a bit, not wanting to make a mess and lose more time, and still had to get the ablutionalisationings done and get dressed.
I still had to get the Khagoule and dressing gowns hand-washed. I did the dressing gowns first, they are harder to hand-wash and took me yonks to get done and hung.
But it had to be done.
tonight, since it might freeze on the balcony overnight. Busy-Busy!
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I rose from the bed at 04:30ish. A definite zobbie-like, half-asleep, fighting to activate concentration and to keep it working. This was a partial success! 
Catheter emptied.
I recall opening the computer to check on dates, times, and a list of things needed to take with me to the Hospital EENT.
Then moved the four-wheeled walker into the hallway and made sure I’d got nibbles, a bottle of water, and the paperwork needed in the bag.
Protection Pants was excruciating, and the swollen legs made genuflecting even more painful
urine looks terribly dark in the tube.
would likely be good. A cardiac Doctor carried out a question-and-answer interview with me. 
This, on the left, was taken clandestinely from the first cubicle I was in.
the size of my right leg. Saying the left one was bloated, but the right one was dangerously so. An appointment will be made with a Diabetologist.
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When I got in the ambulance, I rang the number, and it was Carer Dilon. I told him I was on my way home and would be there in 20-30 minutes.
inside the ambulance on of dark night. This one on the left was at the front entrance to the QMC, Derby Road end.
I’ve no idea where we were, but it was about half an hour later, as the rain came on heavier, almost musically playing a tune on top of the ambulance. When I took this snap, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.
But too tired to risk cooking. So, I made a cold nosh. Marmite sandwiches and some cheese curls. Enough to satiate my hunger.
I worked through until now – 04:42hrs – honestly!
bit of a failure, wasn’t it? So, I tried again. I had another go at getting a decent one this time. Ah, this was a much better effort.
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Finally achieving this by such a long-winded route. Instead of writing in the notepad, I filled in events in MS Word. Got mixed up with notepad and erased the entire kit and kaboodle, done!
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bag. Balance exercises, and into the kitchen to take a snap of the view on offer. It looked a little dank in the kitchen on this snap.
depressing outside, too. The intercom buzzed, and I let in my Carer, Ejaz. Who arrived, gave me my medications, and emptied the nocturnal catheter bag… I heard him calling me, and hobbling to the wet room…
ARRGH! FLOODS in the wetroom. Thank heavens it was Ejaz who came; he turned on the shower, and the drain cleared the deep water. A right mess. I pressed the 
alert button, and Ejaz went into the room and took over the call; I was already panicking. They do not handle floods; we have to ring 0115 2222. So, Ejaz did. They were not open. We tried, but there was no answer on the General Inquiries number. Tried the Repairs number: 0115 9555. AI message: We are open between 8:30hrs and 17:00hrs.
The dressing fell of the arm again. I’ll leave it off now, it looks like it’s getting a lot better. I’d put some peas in the slow cooker many hours ago, and after tasting some, I got the potatoes in the oven, and went to close the computer; I might as well, not getting much done.
department. It left me semi-confused; it said the electrician I had requested will be calling this evening, between 18:30 & 22:30hrs. This will be classed as an emergency repair. Baffled, I wondered why they had called an electrician and not a plumber. I assumed this was an e
I smelt the aroma of the singed to death potatoes I’d left cooking. Threw them away, and made a substitute meal with some of the remaining roast potatoes in the freezer, peas and three Silesian sausages… not hostages, just in case Starmer is 
reading this blog – Hahaha!). There were not many left, and even fewer after I’d picked out the bad ones from the Asda bag. I removed the black-spotted spuds and binned them. 
I’m certain this time that I had a seizure, and damned lucky over it too! I came round with the usual acidity on its way up into my mouth and nose, and realised I was bent forward, with a terrible back-ache and on the very edge of the chair. I don’t know why I hadn’t fallen off of it! 
A last effort with the now-working-again Kodak Tim 2.
This has happened, or things like it, on and off all day, very self-anger-making. Spit!… and SPIT again! Haha!
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Within minutes, the intercom sounded as I snapped a photo of the unchanged yet calendar clock. It was Carer Ejaz.
picked up some dropped overnight items. He checked the medication drawer while I took the first shot of the late-morning view from the kitchen. After Ejaz departed, I noticed the sun breaking through behind the two buildings.
I went to the kitchen for a safety check and spotted a rainbow. Not a string one, but beautiful all the same, and I took a snap of part of 
it. Then noticed how much higher the rainbow went, and I could not get all of it by a long way into the frame.
I found another Furry for the day. I may have used it earlier, but I don’t think I did.
cloud colouring was so different and almost artistic. Still see some sun over the horison, and the various shades it casts actually took me back to my early 20s. And a buxon lass, name of Mavis, a bit of a brilliant artist; water painting was her forte; amongst other activities we shared. She had thick thighs, a willingness and liking for… But never mind that, my mind strayed offline then at the thought of her. I’d love to tell you more, but it might depress me, at the fact that she is now only a much-missed memory. Hehe! 
Derious moment here for a few seconds. I’d not made many memory notes on the pad, spending too much time trying to catch up. But when I consulted them, it was impossible to read them with both eyes, obviously with the left cataracted eye, but even when I blocked the left eye, I had trouble seeing with the so-called right eye. Did you follow that? I didn’t. 
I put the potatoes and peas in the oven and took two snaps of the evening view to the right, then to the left of the kitchenette window.
They came out surprisingly decent for me, and I think I went into a relatively superior 
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I baked some mini-potatoes and added cheese on top of each half of a spud. On the tray, I added some vinegar and fried onions. With three tasty Solowka bestsilesia sausages. Plus a pot of lemon meringue dessert.
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Morning snap – I got up late, and this is the major Whoopsie of the day coming up… 
Balcony in the drizzle & mist
Not sure why I took this one of the open fridge?
All my things on the sink had been either knocked off or moved…
I found some of the items on the floor at the side and back of the WC. No way could I risk bending down again, so I left them there. Then I realised I had been bending when I collapsed, putting the teabags in the bin bag. Not sure what that indicates.
The peas had been in the slow cooker for about eight hours now, on the lowest setting. I heated some faggots up in onion gravy and added the peas.
A crusty baguette… Let the feast begin!
I got the night catheter on and was planning on getting in bed… but a summoning from the innards indicated I’d be best getting to the Porcelain Throne with a degree of urgency… the innards were right!
I didn’t get there in time!
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Each day brings new challenges: Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, Seizures, Errors, Mistakes, and of course, Failures and Depression.
medicationalisationing of my inner and outer extremities. Totally, at that time, I got dressed and went into the kitchen to take some 
shots of the view on offer from the kitchenette window. Again, hoping to take a decent one at least.
Got on the computer, but ran into complications again. From MS Word, CorelDraw and Google. No idea why things were acting up like they were. So many aspects were misfiring. Space bar not working, then came on again. CorelDraw froze. I got a message from MS re: Excel, but could not grasp the technicalities, so closed the window and then all the others and left it for a while before trying 
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I took this snap of the slowly lightening sky. It was not a bad one this time. Compared to what my one eye saw and how the picture turned out. To say I was feeling so low and in a fair degree of depression, I noted this. I reckon I was convinced the computer had thrown in the towel, angry at all the failed promises of help that never 
arrived, and had resigned myself to it. Back to the computer and turned it on. This time, noticing the external drive thingamajig was flashing away at a fair pace. Took a snap of it, I’ve not got the foggiest idea why. The computer booted up, and the working light continued. I think it might be MS Excel and Word updating something? 
attention was interrupted by a text message on my mobile phone. Ah, hopefully that will be the night catheters ordered by my Carer last Wednesday. (It was).
Then, I had the longest-ever seizure that I can remember. I estimate that it was for three hours, and the day had gone! The Carer was ringing as I was recovering from the effects of the visit into the unknown. 
The District Nurse arrived. I’m always glad when this happens. She’d come to check on my right leg and 
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I overcooked my oven chips a little (a little? Hehehe!)
listings. 
Eventually, an hour later, the door chime chimed, and I smelt the burning!
Then I made up a meal of crisps and opened a can of pork hock. It had a ring pull, which I pulled. The result was a cut finger, well, a cut thumb. 
Cheesy Curls, some cheese, and put the meat on a tray.
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arose, and I got settled on the porcelain to urge the motion along. A hard one this morning. And boy did it flow once it started! It filled the basin more than ever before. I might have a salad for nosh tonight, avoiding the spicy foods. 
bent down to retrieve the absonded items…
scratched my right knee on the same bit of the lid. Naturally, I laughed it all off, of course. 
Made me forget to shave, brush my teeth, take my meds, freshen up, etc. 
I hobbled into the kitchen, oblivious to my memory loss, to take a couple of Kodak Tim2 photos of the dark morning view from the window. 
time to get some better results than of late.
I really got carried away with the wordlist reclamationing. That’s the wrong word, innit?
Something seemed either missing or different on this snap taken from the balcony of the end car park. But, what? Got back to the word listings.
Then wider and a little higher, and the fire alarm went off! (I thought)
accord. I do feel such a fool! One more effort, with the small cloud above seemingly bombing those below with little puffy clouds. Haha!
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I woke up with persistent jerking in 
joined the action. No choice but to get up, take some hopefully calming but not very good Peptac, and take Lansoprazole early to get it working faster, and tell the Carer I’ve taken them.
by tripping over them. The nurse who I was told would come to look at my arm and leg injuries would come on Sunday night or on Monday. Hopefully, she will arrive today.
Then I went to the wetroom to visit the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear…
Back on the timeline, I went to the kitchen to take a photo of the view. It was sprinkling with freezing rain, and I thought how dark it was this morning. I checked my ‘Cool’ retro clock calendar to find it was only 04:30hrs, and I’d been up for about half an hour. I cussed myself a smidgeon, fool!
So, I made use of the time I thought I’d got, emptied of crumbs, and 
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. The doctors warned me years ago what would happen, and they were spot on. 
Staying with me nearly all day today. 
As I was taking this snap of the view on offer, the Asda delivery arrived. This was expected, and the Carer helped me get the food to the kitchen, bless her.
A good few bags, I’d loaded up with the bottled water again, to keep plenty in to satiate the demands of the Catheter and bladder. Four litres a day as a minimum
Sponge fingers. No-butter butter, yoghurts aplenty.
Visciously strong Ginger beer, garden peas, and the sliced bread, with designer cheapo mini Swiss rolls.
cheapest, but who else that Asda go to all that trouble to save you doing it with your teeth as you consume these little delicacies? Please note how they pre-crush 
these miniature delights for customers. I think I may have overdone it on the cheesy bread rolls and small baguettes. 
The computer froze!
It’s doing this so often, and the self-loathing and inability to stop doing it are getting to me. I’ve been promised help with it, but no one has been.
Fried onions, extra strong cheddar cheese (which wasn’t strong at all!), milk, Sokolow sausages, a jar of pickled tomatoes, and bicarbonate of soda. Out of sight, wait for this… Nine one-litre bottles of soda water! More desserts.
, “Tonight, it’s already morning.” Much to my further chagrin, I found that one of the Moroccan tomatoes had gone mouldy, and two had gone soft!
Cheese, fried crispy onions, caramelised red onions, and thick sliced sourdough bread, well buttered with no-butter, butter was my plan, if I can stay awake.
afraid they did!
But, no, not yet. 
, and I had to get the socks off and wash them so they would be dry for the morning to use. But by the time I’d painfully got the leg straps off, and found there was a lot of blood in with the pmpth fluid. So I filled a bowl with hot water and Dettol, and washed the feet. No Carer to help now, and I could not get the other medical socks or the straps back on, too painful a job. I cunningly got some cushion leg bandages and somehow managed to get them on as low as I could reach. And got down with a large quilt of my large-bellied body! Sleep came quickly.
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