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I had mind wanderings, felt out of it, and experienced memory loss. For most of the day, I was in mental confusion. There were no scribbled memory notes on the pad, apart from the date and getting up time (although I thought I had been doing them).
Apart from Carer Joanne and I think Marie, then Christopher… even they may be wrong.
I did go to bed early, I think.
I’m afraid this is not much of a blog. I seem to have been in never-never-mind land for long periods, so I haven’t done any news snippets. Oh, Carer Chris pointed out that my clocks were showing the wrong time, an hour out, so I lost another hour. I’d forgotten to change them for the fifth year. Tsk! Sorry.
No recollection, but I took it, obviously.
Vaguely recall taking these from the kitchenette window of the miserable morning.
Must have intended to tell you a story of the medications, judging by this photo. Not the foggiest idea what, if anything happened. Although I woke with an aching ride shoulder this morning, so just maybe a tumble to doorframe charge?
I must have been in a rare with-it mode here.
I can’t remember prepping or cooking this nosh, but I noticed that I’d cleaned all the cooking utensils when taking the pots to be washed after eating it. No notepad, so no record of the score I gave it, but it went down well, that much I know. Haddock in batter, instant potato with cheese, tomatoes and garden peas. Ah, I remember now… Carer Chris had to help me with prepping the meal. I broke the can opener trying to get open the first can of peas. We found another can with a ring pull, that snapped off! Chris got the heavy-duty pliers bashed his way in, and peeled back the torn lid. Bits and pieces are coming back to me when I see some photos taken, others, I can’t even remember taking. Thanking you 
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Not sure when I took this one. Nice, though.
Took this Kodak Tim shot after washing the pots after the mini feast.
I was sure I’d gotten into the second-hand bed to settle, but I woke up back in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. Then again, fantasy, reality, practicality, and mystery often merge together when I’m in this frustrating state of mind.
Hope things improve in the morning. (They did)
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Not a good start!
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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Another good-coloured nocturnal pouch of wee-wee. Hehe!
Struggled out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. And into the kitchen to get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later… much later on.
Barely discernable in this shot is Venus.
Emptied the three waste bags into one. Last night’s was not taken, I spotted.
Grafting away at making misreckonings, goofs, errors, typographical & grammatical cock-ups, blunders, and the usual selection of general mistakes while working on this blog opening. I was so very annoyed with myself. 
Lovely cloud formations…
Developing early in the day.
arrived. Looking somewhat weary, bless him. It was the last call of his shift.
Richard got the ankle and leg straps attached to my limbs. I was as much use a fart-in-a-cullendar to help him. Bravely, he persisted and got them right after several tries. Dealt out the medications. And rubbed some Phorpain Gel into 
for me. Much appreciated.
did the midday call. Painkillers and I declined to have any of the 
Another 
from me!
So, it had to be done, and it was. 
, 
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and 
. While getting the things ready, I got a short sharp attack from 
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. Both were of a similar nature… Messy! Stinky and Runny… Phew!
View to the right… no, left!
A brew of Glengettie tea.
Getting dark earlier today.
Late call.
Getting the very late nosh sorted, took these shots.
I tried a close-up again. Not too good, but different?
Sliced the cooked spuds and added the vegetable soup on the hob. Gently heated it after adding some seasonings first. 
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, I’d stored photos on the wrong day in the file. So some may be from earlier, as I got myself in a muddle trying to sort them. Sorry again. if so!
06:14hrs: 
was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more 
this morning as well. 
, and a rare visit from 
. The pain behind the left eye kicked off… 
EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right!
itch-making crumb-containing recliner.
I got to the wet room and utilised the 
had not lost control completely, but I’d say 
was fighting back! 
was loosening its grip a bit. 
, and flowing freely was 
. 
giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids
Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from 
, to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread?
to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs. 
The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red?
was jealous of the other ailments’ success I think, and the pangs and pains started coming from him, and are still with me tomorrow.
I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did!
, this was a first!
arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on 
Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with.
bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses.
I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some 
with.
I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area.
After I 
on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course..
Potatoes on the boil.
Made the second permitted mug of tea.
The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of 
It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha!
She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day.
Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came.
I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. 
Great meal, though.
, which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.
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Oh, yes… Gorrit! 
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First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, 
on the left foot, and 
on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of 
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gave me head a wobble… not the usual one; this was an instant version, without the usual warning signs. This told me today, he was going to enjoy himself at my expense. (He did later, too!)
lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?
which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. 
, the toes as mentioned, and 
Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!
To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then I 
the 
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either.
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.
I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.
Good colour in the pouch.
The homemade dressing is still on.
engaged!
Nice!
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.
Just as well they were out of some foods!
Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favou
I made short work of this one!
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Well, well, well, another farcical rising from 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 recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team. 
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! 
, Tsk!
night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
Carer Richard arrived.
I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.
evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, 
plaster thingy, he said could
stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but 
started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad 
that 
Humph!
made sure the SD card was in 
one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view? 
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I found two different ones later. I think?
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The feet and ankles looked calmer this morning.
Early morning shot of the kitchen’s window blue-view
Porcelain Throne visited.
Carer Richard arrived. Alarm tested. Eye drops and meds were issued. The lad was at the end of his shift; he looked so tired out. I forgot to ask him about his Diabetes visit last week. If he calls tomorrow I’ll ask him.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
Kitchen shot, when looking for some Paracetamol in the medical drawer. There were none in there again. I’ve added the limit allowed, one packet to my Asda order and amended it online. Humph! That means I’ll run out again.
A phone call from the District Nurses HQ.
IÂ could have done without the obvious comparing from people walking by! 
Afternoon view.
My ankles & feet, definitely improving!
The doctor’s surgery rang with the details. 
took the phone and amended the paperwork on the Meridian folder front for me. A much better INR figure of 2.8 now.
Time to get something to eat methinks. So I did!
A cheese & onion pastie, covered with a jar of bean and soy stew. I added some Worcester Sauce and sea salt. Many slices of Milk Roll bread dipped in it while eating. Excellent flavouring! Taste-Rating 9.4/10 Grrreat!
Nocturnal puffer clouds around the sun as it dipped. beyond the horizon, so quickly it seemed to me. Lovely view!
, ’cause he left me alone, not a single thought storm!
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Let’s have no cheating, please… Hehehe!
My eyes were hurting when I woke up with a jerk. Before getting the night pouch off the catheter, I’d taken two naughty, but effective strong Nurofen tablets. I keep some near the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, on the Ottoman, within reach. By the time I’d got the pouch off and made a brew, the pain had eased a lot from the right eye… not the left though. I didn’t take any more naughty painkillers, cause the Carer will be here to give me some Paracetamol & Codeine. Don’t want to overdo things. I’m not saying KI wasn’t tempted to, though.
The night pouch is nice & fullish, a good colour.
Sorted the waste bags into one. 
Sported out some bladder-filling bottles.
A mug of Glengettie went down well.
. A precious rarity that, of course, they returned the instant I nodded off after getting down in the 
after Victor had departed. 
The chips were burnt to my favourite crispiness; well, with my shortage of teeth, they can be sucked at. Haha!Yellow tomatoes, and soy balls. Flavour-Rating: 8.2/10!
Made sure of that! I was getting s smidge wee’d off with this and got up to wash the food things.
was bothersome. She had been all day really come to think of it, and when I was getting settled at the window, 
A never-been-known for months, determination rose from within my demented 
afflicted brain. I was not going to give up this time! My resolve cost me a lot of time. Getting 
gently wedged on the window locking block, I tried again to take a better picture… but no, it came out terrible again. So, putting some paper towels behind the block, to help keep the botherations from 
Aha, that one came out betterer. For me, anyway.
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Grabbed the Kodak and took some shots of the legs & feet.
I think I took this one by mistake…
A close-up of the feet showed they were still of a different colouration to each other. The ankle ulcer looks like it just might be coming back again. Nothing new there!
Removed the night pouch from the day bag.
This took me an hour and a half. The shaving did not go well. Cuts and a terribly bad job done, too. Humph!
Outside the wet room.
Hallway end rubbish and the three-wheeled-walker. That’ll need sorting with the things I need to take with me.
To my right, the kitchenette.
Ott he waste bag sorted and put near the front door.
Went down six times in half an hour.
Awaited the Link lift in the foyer.
We arrived eventually, as we were taking a scenic route so the driver could pick up another passenger en route on Derby Road from a care home. No photos cause I was belted in and could not get at Kodak Kevin in the trolley.
Only managed to get one photo inside the EENT.
We then went through each one. She decided that because I didn’t know the last blood test INR level, she took me to the DVT Anticoagulation place, insisting she take me in a trolley seat. Leaving Three-Wheeled_Walker Walter at the mercy of the honesty of the others still waiting. I mentioned en route that my catheter bag was getting full.
Arrived as I was leaving the building. Spot-on! Following are the photographs I took through the windows of the minibus. Where memories were prompted, I’ve revealed them. Haha!
Leaving the hospital to Lenton Lane.
Towards Derby Road.
Side street off Derby Road.
Another side street off Derby Road.
Derby Road nearing Canning Circus.
Huntingdon Street into the city.
Above & below…
The oh, so changed Shakespeare Street. The long-gone fire station and another abandoned building.
Left onto Mansfield Road.
A little further up…
Last Mansfield Road shot as we turned right into Woodborough Road. I recalled the old days with the trolleybuses. Even the blue-coloured Notts & Derby trolleybuses ran this route.
Huntingdon Street.
Mapperley Tops
As the rain came, the chap dropped me back at the flats.
I got swiftly out of the rain and into the foyer.
Taking this selfie in the lift on the way up. With taking this in the reflection of the shiny wall, I thought at first they’d done the wrong eye for me. Hehehe!
and…
have only been down for…
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Fair enough, it’s just that I’m getting fed up to the one-and-a-half back teeth I’ve got left; with my own wailing & moaning about life’s naturally unlucky, perversive, frustrating pattern of late!
Woke, I looked at the clock and tried to get back to sleep, but without any luck, but I did try. 
So about 02:55hrs, I got the night pouch removed from 
I went to check that no taps (faucets) or the stove had been left on, and I got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
To the wet room for a wash and get the medicationalisationings tackled. Shortages of medications: Germoloid, Germolene, Olive Oil and Nasal Spray! Tsk!
I’m not sure if I have some new leg water papules coming up or not.
The white area on the toes seems to be getting bigger? My email, American Petal-Angel Lisa, suggested this may be Reynauds? I must look this ailment up. ♥
was on…
A big order today… Fridge products sorted…
Then, the frozen ones…
Too much bread in stock! Tsk!
Fridge cram-packed…
Bladder Belinda liquids built up…
My new favourites, are LU soft lemon-flavoured cakes. Very nice indeed. During the day I ate two of these, four shortcake biscuits and two bananas. No meal yet but I may stay awake long enough to make something. Or not!
Brown-outs had grown to ten.
As I was eating the second banana and taking this photo…
I felt the warm liquid in the lower region inside the Protection Pants! I knew immediately that this was a bad one.
But it was the last failure. Bless them!
Bootiful!