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Despite the broken night with the Porcelain Throne visit, photographing the green sky, and then the dream, when I woke up at 03:50hrs, feeling so tired, I was up on my feet, unsteadily, mind you, but on them with 
Willy the Wooden Walking stick in hand, and off for yet another visit to the Porcelain Throne! Once again, I only made it with a few seconds to go before the most lengthy, almost liquid evacuation started… on and on it went. I’ve often spent less time on the seat when Constipation Konrad was in charge! As for cleaning up after… I’ll not say. But it took me ages. By the time I’d got into the kitchen, it was well gone 05:00hrs. Made a brew of 99 tea.
I got the computer on, and was updating yesterday’s blog, and I fell asleep in the chair!
The intercom sounded, and I struggled to reach it in time, half-dozing. (Nothing new in that). I unlocked the door and went into the kitchen with the cold mug of tea… 
I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running. Another day without a wash and shave! Unberottenlievable!
Carer Ejaz issued the medications, and we commiserated over yesteryears and the previous two Wednesdays’ total failure to get through for satisfaction or even recognition from the Audio Centre, Virgin ‘Scabby’ Media, and British ‘bloody’ Gas. At the 0300 telephone rates, plus a connection fee, Ejaz reckoned it had cost me around £23 to call Virgin ignorant Media & British Gas Oligarchs, only to be pissed about, overcharged, and the problems continue. I think they must have shares in the telephone companies? Liberty Global certainly do. They paid… wait for it… “24 billion dollars to buy Virgin Media from Branson. Since then, they either have shares in, or have bought out Vodafone, EE, BT, Virgin Media, O2 (UK), VodafoneZiggo, Virgin Media Ireland, (Netherlands), Three (UK), Vodafone, Telenet (Belgium), Three Ireland, Sunrise Switzerland, AtlasEdg, ITV, EE (UK), Tesco Mobile, SMARTY, Lebara, and Talkmobile Tele-Communications Inc., and Gigg-Gaff.
And they charge you a leaving fee, and suggest you try one of the other companies they own or have shares in. How the Hell can they lose? Oligarchs! It’s the poor bloody customers who suffer, healthwise, emotionally and financially. No wonder their CEO was earning around £62 million in total compensation (boosted by options) after earning only $45 million in 2024, down from a high of over $123 million.
Should I send him a food parcel?
I got carried away there…
🎵Jealousy, all over my Jealousy…🎵
Hehehe!
Misty was out there when it got lighter. It turned to fog for a while in the afternoon, then back into a hazy light mist. With odd sprinklings of rain. now and then.
Oh, some colour showing up in this one. Ah, yes, it’s a brick gable end on one of the houses that hasn’t been painted white like the others around it.
Then came a welcome but nerve-racking telephone call from the Social Services lady. I started stuttering while talking to her, and I mentioned things she might not be interested in. What a plonker. The bits I may have remembered rightly, I might have said, were about the bank account, no cleaning done, and the state of the flat… adding swiftly that the Carers are in no way to blame for this. Because we have so many things I need help with, Virgin, British Gas, audio clinic, and I may have mentioned the seizures. I do not know if the lady needed to know these things for sure.
But I waffled on. I know for sure (as sure as I can be) that I mentioned, erm… forgot what I was going to write now. 
I didn’t catch her name, cause we still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the Audio Clinic to get the hearing aids mended despite Ejaz and my efforts to get through. I didn’t catch her name. She wanted to arrange a meeting; I asked her if it was possible on Wednesday and explained that a Carer who knows my problems would be advantageous in case I get anything wrong or mixed up. She will ring back later. I waffled a bit, I think.
Care Mizra arrived, and issued painkillers, and Phorpain gelled the right shoulder. Then I had what I can only call a funny turn; I’ll explain…
ensured that I dropped the medication tub. Has Mizra not been turning the other way he would have stopped mt bnending, it after so many years, it came automatically to me to bend down to pick them up – A mistake, as I found out. My back sort of stiffened; I lost my balance and went a smidge dizzy, off-balance, but couldn’t get upright, and Mizra hauled me back up. It’s that, when on my own, I’d have had to press the alert alarm for help. Saved the day for me again, there. Once back on my feet properly with 
In my hand, I was fine within two minutes.
This strengthened my commitment to stop bending down, if only I could get it to stay my head.
The landline chirped. It was from the Social Care Lady calling back. She is coming on Monday at 10:30hrs. She had contacted the ICC Carers, and they will send someone to be present. I’d hoped for Carer Ejaz or Mizra, they have been present when I had a seizure, and are aware of my problems to a degree. And it would be a good option. But they (the ICC) have been kind enough to find someone to attend.
I reminded Ejaz tonight that we must make up a list of all my difficulties and problems. I could put them on the computer, but I think it’s best if she can take the written list to assess in her own time. I will store them in the computer for my own record, though.
I think I may have sorted part of one of my worries. Ordering and forgetting, I have, and making another food order. Late afternoon, and I drifted of into a semi-seizure. These are the rare ones where I keep doing things while out-of-it. Although this does sound impossible. I came back from the mist, and the acidity upflux told me I’d had a seizure, no question about that. Or, is there? I found I was in the middle of making an Iceland Foods order when I already had one ordered for Saturday. I cancelled it. I hope. I checked later, and Iceland said You have items ordered, do you want to keep them, or something like that, I opted not to. Again, I hope I did.
Please don’t let it happen yet again! Please!.
The new yellow-keyed keyboard is still taking getting used to, with the Enter key being a different shape, and mishaps are frequent. But the keys are so much easier for me to read. Even late in the day… but of course, as the old man gets tired, the hash key and brackets ones are much overused in error.
Getting dark now, so I tried to concentrate on my blogging. Belatedly again.
I pressed on, probably making unknown key errors. Tsk!
Carer Ejaz arrived. I explained that the list needs to be made for the Social lady before Monday. Hoping he will remember, even if I go into blank mode courtesy of 
. Medications were issued, and I explained that ICC were sending someone to the Social Lady’s visit on Monday.
One more ten-minute visit to come. When the Ezetibide tablet is taken with any painkillers needed, or Phorpain gel is called for.
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Ejaz came on the last call. Quick in and out, new tablet given, Phorpain gelled the painful right shoulder.
Problem with the camera, well, fancy me getting a problem. Hahaha! I took three photographs of the night sky with my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. But only this one ended up on the SD card. Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleploppery, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, Cataracts, breaking down hearing aids, leaking catheter bag taps, food price hikes, Fata Morganas, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Lymphorea Leslie, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, agony from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, dying photo-taking skills and camera, and an increasingly worsening state of Mental-Health! Oh, and the fractured knee… and of course, today’s agony from Carole’s-Catheter-Contraption, and Haemorrhoid Harold.
Just thought I’d mention it, like.
A double-up meal tonight! My much-loved tasty faggots in onion gravy, with some extra gravy thrown in to dip the bread in. It was actually two ready-made meals to start with. So, as well as the extra mash and gravy, I had four faggots!
But there is a sad side to this. Sob! Parsley Box, where I buy them, has stopped making them. How did they decide on that? To make room for more expensive products? Come think of it, these are not cheap for what they are. But still cheaper than the other home food suppliers that the opposition offers.
But no Faggots & Mash now! Anywhere!
That’s my business, they’ve lost! Humph!
May You Foibles Ferment with Fun!
TTFN.
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Another crap picture!
Ah, a smidge better.
An even worse snap of the food bags.
Not too good.
I might give up taking pictures.
leg wound, which was bandaged, and will call next Wednesday to check it out. Knocked of the scab on my hand would… a bit of humour actually hear; how did it flow in two directions at the same time?
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I lost hours when I dropped a bottle of soda water.
that much, I had to ask the Carer to apply the Phorpaion Gel on my back on every visit, and took an extra Codeine, well, two!
A change in the view.
On the computer at long last.
The new keyboard, although cheap, really helps when tiredness and Cataract-Katie set in as it gets late in the day, with its yellow keys. But the rearranged, resized, and differently shaped centre Enter button gets me so annoyed when I keep hitting the wrong one. Humph! Still, I’ve been getting things wrong in everyday life lately. Double-Humph!
Kitchen view.
Sunset.
A terrible photo, mayhap
Two of these today.
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Up at 0700hrs. 
Straight ahead.
To the left.
The blood on the tissue was from the cracked lips. Nowt to fret about. I put lip balm on, stopped it.
Balcony shots through the window later.
Front car park.
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, it had a go at me in the same hand. For the first time ever, Pete refused to release my 
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it is much improved.
A blue-topped message popped up from Bang & Olufsen, asking if I wanted to make changes to my hard drive. Shoul
I went to get the spuds out of the oven and noticed the mist had turned to fog. I opened the kitchenette window to take these shots. Knocked a bottle of vinegar, a pot of black pepper, ta
rragon, and gravy powder off of the windowsill. I swore a bit, I may have growled, too. 
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Woke up at seven, by the Carer. I was not up to having a body check this morning… Again! I felt ‘Out-of-it’, and well so for the first hour.
As I slowly began to feel more with it, I grabbed the Kodak-Tim-2 and hobbled into the kitchen to take a couple of shots of the blue 
sky visible from the open window. I put the kettle on. Doing so
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is with me. 
temporarily and suddenly departed. I wish he’d sod-off!#
Although I was so far behind with these blogs, by nearly 21:00hrs, my vision had faded so much that I could not see sufficiently to continue. Glaucoma or Cataract? Or both? Always the same when evening arrives. I lasted a little longer tonight. I made a meal of sorts, wearily. 
As I ate it, all my current concerns weaved their way around my watered cebrium. Finances, Neurology failing to contact me, EENT still not contacted me about the Glaucoma/Cataract, Will I be moved into a home? Or will I manage to get extra Care cover? The mix-up with the Doctor’s appointment. The dentist is changing the appointment. Silly to worry about, I know, but I have not had a known Seizure for two days.
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I woke a few times during the night. Notwithstanding, I got a total of… wait for it… 8 hours kip!
This is all taken from Ejaz’s words; I have no recollections of the first few minutes of wakefulness. Ejaz was concerned about my unbalanced, faraway status, and I was talking gibberish for the first two minutes. It was just pure exhaustion and tiredness, I think. When I tried to stand up, I failed, and Ejaz insisted I stay in the chair. (I’d fallen asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.)
when Ejaz called. Seems I’d put the TV on, no recollection of doing so.
It was amazing how quickly I felt better. I washed the pots from last night. And readied things for the 
, and off to the wet room.
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had returned with a vengeance. What a messy evacuation!
was within reach for once.
The sun is getting through in the front car park. But a smidge misty above.
Later, the sun moved across, making the picture taken through the balcony window look bright.
Forgot to put the lip balm on.
Gorgeous!
The keyboard suddenly stopped working!
Did you notice that there are only seven of the half 
potatoes in this picture? That’s because I ate one while prepping the plate. Darned Tasty! A bad time of year for tomatoes; avoid Spanish and definitely Moroccan this time of year, bitter! I was lucky to get the one in the photo; they are Dutch, possibly irradiated, but at least they tasted like tomatoes, unlike the Moroccan & Spanish tastelessness.
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yet. The internet came on, so I assumed not. Bags sorted, and the innards informed me that I needed to attend the Porcelain Throne. I did. It was one heck of a long visit, too!
Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on to make a brew of 99 tea.
Not only did I leave the tap running, but I dropped the milk bottle. 
What a mess to clean up. Made the tea, left it to brew, took two snaps of the morning view to the right, then left. Not that much shows up.
photographs now that it was getting later and lighter. Both were taken through the balcony’s 
closed windows. But they turned out a smidge better than I thought they might. The end-of-car-park photo on the right here seemed to show some activity. A few vehicles had their lights on. Only one car had parked on the chevrons this morning.
The Asda order came after seven o’clock. Apparently, I ordered all the right things this time. No hidden unknown extras for once. 
Misty
Turning into fog, methinks.
Getting thicker, later.
My language, through frustration, was abysmally bad & abusive. Boy, did I get angry with myself? 
This did not bode very well for a successful outcome. I pressed on with little faith, Sved Excel, Notebook, Internet and MS Word. Ran the Virus Check & Cleaner, then turned it off. After a couple of minutes, I unplugged the computer and went to make a brew. To give the computer & peripherals enough time to cool. A Carer arrived, and he could not help but notice my crochety frame of mind.
I brought me meal to the computer and nibbled at it as I waited for the computer to boot up.
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Poor Ejaz shot down to get the laundry back, because he was on a deadline that was almost up for the call.
I got back onto blogging and made some progress, not a lot, mind you. Then the eyesight really got worse. Not that I was surprised, it does this every day when I get tired. I’m hoping to hear from the NHS EENT soon about the cataract lasering. Hopefully, before my 90th birthday. But I’m not too hopeful.
Bombay potatoes
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I stripped and went off to the wet room for a scrub-up.
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, with the aid of the Short-Picker-Upper-Unwin. 
spirits a smidge. But I was determined to make a start on it. Four hours later, I had to stop; time and mental fatigue had caught up with me. It was an enormous file, and I think I’d only done about 10% of it, if that much. Yet still had an admittedly diminished joy at finding it in the first place. I was sort of Semi-Smug, now.
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First one.
Colourful.
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Not many lights on again.
Lights on, getting lighter.
Got carried away, lost the plot and did
ers to see if anyone had been
Took another view.
Carers desk, table.
The INR blood taker arrived. Enoxaparin injections
Blue Hue this morning.
Late start on the computer.
Sidetracked onto the word list.
Evening shot.
Late views.
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Waste bags collated.
Spuds readied for tonight.
Made a brew. I intend to crack on with blogging.
A J Sainsbury food order arrived.
started the moment the driver left. I stored the fodder away. Spitting, shouting, and cursing as I did. I hope the neighbours didn’t hear me. How I need the promised help with this problem. From the neurologist who has not contacted me since November.
I had not really calmed myself down by the time I got the food away. I emailed Jenny to make sure where the freebies were to be left. The C|theter needed emptying, and what a dark colour it was. I hope it was not an effect of the new ta
blets. To help stop myself thinking about the cock-ups, I got ready to hoover the hallway.
4 carrier bags full.
Many items are repeated with JS.
Talk about self-anger!
Spring water.
Freezer choker!
The fridge is the same.
Hallway.
Top corner.
Cupboards.
Drinks.
Shelves.
Sunset.
Sunset.
This was not bad, but the chicken was dry.
Late picture.