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Cold, with escaping Southerly winds! Hehe!
Felt drained much earlier than usual.
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Acne & Excema storms.
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Mind-Blanks Galore!
So, a usual day for me!
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Although sleeping with its usual broken nodding and waken routine, I was still in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige-coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner at 07:15hrs.
And was almost annoyed when the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to get up.
A decent amount of pee was passed! I can’t say the same for the rear-end evacuation on the Throne.
Ah, well! A False Alarm, then?
I found this mystery photo on the SD later. What it was and why I took it remains another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, Cognitive Impairment Iris, & FND, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? You never know; I might remember what it was all about while I’m doing this blog… What am I saying… Tsk!
Washed, and I went back to the recliner… deliberately emptying the bags without checking for any nocturnally nibbled empty packets of crisps. Looking through the balcony windows, the ground frost was apparent.
Ti the kitchen to make a brew of J Sainsbury’s Extra Strong tea. And took the view above.
Carer Richard arrived, I can remember bits of the session clearly, but so many blanks remain. Even I can’t believe or understand why. Then a mild depression started due to this. I was losing what we’d said minutes earlier. But could recall the time he arrived?
I made a start on today’s ode. Concentration was good, and I knew this was going to take some time.
Carer Maryam arrived. She said she was here to do the domestic shift. And a grand job she did for me. And, I can remember a lot of what the gal did and said. She cleaned the oven and the kitchen floor, tidied around, and had a go at the wet room floor but had to rush it a little as the time was up. Bless her cotton socks. Oh, yes, socks; I can recall Richard putting on the socks, ankle and legging straps for me now. And he checked the medication’s stock in hand and dates.
Back on the ode creating, which for some reason, I was struggling with. This annoyed me, as they usually flow pretty easily from my 
 infected brain. But not today?
After emptying the fast-filling day pouch…
I got seated, and actually, no joking, I nodded off on the computer chair for I don’t know how long for.
I woke up as 
chimed out, and Carer Marie came into the room. She was in a hurry today, but we did have a little natter, moan, and laugh, as she issued the medications. ♥
As the gal left, I got another hint that I needed to use the 
again, so I did. Haha!
It was a long wait, but I got the evacuation to start, and it needed some effort on my part to free the initial concrete torpedo, which edged its way painfully and bloodily into the WC; there followed a tsunami of almost liquid shooting out! I felt drained, and somehow or other, as I was working out what needed doing cleaning up and medically… I fell asleep again and sat atop the dark brown torpedo and brown liquid in the bowl. When I woke up, things had dried on the lower rear-end region, the stink was terrible, as I got myself sorted out first, a good cleaning, drying andÂ
Germolened the backside, I saw the clock, and by Jimminee, I reckon I’d been asleep for over an hour and a half, maybe longer. Another cleaning up session of the floor, porcelain and WC lid had to be done. Where did the time go? What day is it?
I got things sorted, went to the kitchen, and planned the meal of the day. Chips, peas and beef & gravy!Â
A banana and pot of jelly for afters!
Despite my frustration at the events and another bout of depression, I turned into a different person while eating this nosh. It tasted grand!
After Carer Chris called, I decided I’d had enough of taking horrible night photos and would do my damnedest to take some good ones!
Well, that one wasn’t any good…
Strewth, how many moons did I take? Haha!
Wrinkles again. A misshaped moon too, but at least I got it looking vaguely like a moon.
Had a mug of tea, and…
FELL ASLEEP AGAIN
When I woke up, Carer Chris was in the room, taking off the leggings. I can’t say much more; I cannot recall much of what happened at all.
After he’d left I realised that I had not started this blog off yet! Made a start, and now, at 02:45hrs in the morning, I’m up to here with it.
I went to check that I’d not left the tap or stove on, and decided to try one last time at taking a morning hot of the view from the kitchenette.
Took the sky first, not very good was it… Again!
That’s it, a semi-decent one at last! Well…
The stretched photo revealed (Just the bottle).
So weary now. 03:50hrs!
I have the District nurse coming tomorrow, an Asda order, and someone else, but I cannot recall who, and I’ve not put it on my calendar. Humph!
So, I do not have much time free tomorrow.
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I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!
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Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.
The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?
Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon.
I got 
and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is.
Slightly to the right.
Ahead…
And to the left.
The close-up shots are terrible!
A few hours later, and this one was terrible!
A little betterer?
Mystery photo?
A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.
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, an Iceland delivery arrived. Which caught me out a little; yet again, I thought it was due next Monday?.
Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.
called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications
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Just looked at this over-full day pouch!
Evening views from the kitchen.
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Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. â‘ To limit hair loss. â‘¡ To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. â‘¢ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. â‘£ To treat iron deficiency & anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors. 
I tried again.
to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) 
It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me
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gave way. Which I think was a good thing, for them to see what I have to go through daily? Both were very understanding and patient. I think we agreed on some actions to be taken to get me more help, but am not sure what. A possible cooker that could not catch fire, I believe was spoken about. Assistance with travelling to and from medical visits. Many other things were discussed. But 
I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits.
Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid.
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And, I found…
A new best one for me pleasure.
Balcony views parade! End car park…
A close-up of the almost a puddle!
The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange.
Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling…
Blinking Heck!
in the oven, with some…
Pickled green tomato salad…
And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?
I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. 
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When I returned to the computer… 
I deleted the Bitmap..
I awoke after another lousy night of odd dreams (Hence today’s Ode). Unaware of the upcoming disasters! I got the nocturnal Catheter pouch off, and as 
seems usual lately, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. 
Ruled the evacuation, but not so bad as yesterday. I thought to myself, Ah, things might not be so bad today, a decent start…Â I should have known better, of course.
cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Noticing the six empty packets of Cheese Curls in the bin near the ottoman. I know I have 
many problems, 
but surely I should remember eating all those darned nibbles nocturnally? The mess of crumbs in the quilt cover and on the floor made me madder 
than ever with my nighttime feasting! What? 
I took a shot of the morning view. But it was not a very good one again.
Oh, dearie me! Trotsky was bad to his worst, or best, whichever way you look at it. I can’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through in the last few days!
I got the computer going and was still in semi-hopeful mode, hoping to get a move on with my blogging, which I was far behind with anyway. Got another photograph taken as the sky out there 
turned to a beautiful blue hue. I thought things were going so well with the CorelDrawing. Humph! I w
again: It was not until the pains from the bladder told me, that I realised I’d let the day pouch overfill, and it had backed up
consuming cleaning-up job! 
leave this flat to go into the care home, I’m so going to miss the views.I did my best to concentrate on the blog, but for some reason, I struggled. I spent far too long making 
corrections… well, making errors too, of course! Then a bit of excitement. I spotted what looked like a fire in the distance in Sherwood or 
Basford. I could see the blue lights, presumably from the fire engines. So fetched my 
It looked to be clean smoke coming from somewhere.
Got a decent photo of the brown stuff here. Nothing on the local news about any fire later on?
 
Closing the window after taking the photos, I knocked over the kitchen’s knife block of off the window ledge.
Only a smidgeon of bleeding, which was soon stopped when I splashed on some Brut aftershave on both fingers.
Made a start on the blogging yet again, but was feeling a little depressed suddenly. 
pictures of it. 
A couple of hours later, I’d got the CorelDraw graphic redone. Carer Kimberley arrived, and that cheered me up. As she left, I took some 
more shots of the evening sky. The clouds had broken up. Letting the dying sun through. 
not particularly good photographs. The colour itself was unique to me.
This last one on the right shows how quickly the cloud reappeared and the sun sank behind the horizon.
Monday: I’m back. I got the fodder sorted out. 
I got the spuds from the crock pot, dried them off, burnt them and cut a finger, then got the unskinned spuds bashed up in a mixing bowl. Add liquid sea salt, a sprinkle of basil, and a drop of blood from the finger, and put it into the oven for an hour or so to hopefully brown off.
As the potato was nearly burnt enough for my tastes, I put some Walls sausages into the new red microwave cook pot for two minutes. Then put the disposable foil dish with the burnt nicely spuds & cheese onto the tray, and I added the sausages, two ready-sliced cobs, a pot of sauce dip, and a tub of lemon mousse. 
As tired as I was, and believe me, I felt drained, and sure that Sweet Morpheus would be no bother tonight. Huh! Was I wrong! (Yes, I was!)
imitation-life time, was spent dozing and waking up again. I resisted the temptation to get up for about an hour or so, still feeling physically drained.
. With a decent flow this time, so was forced to get up, clean things up, and get fresh PPs on again. Worra Night! Why was the night so broken, sleep-wise, with no dreams, nightmares or even any 
hassle?
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This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue.
Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon
Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea
I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!
Bit of a change here…
Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.
Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.
I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.
Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any 
Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all
Slurped!
Ice cream followed.
I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so. 
Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks! 
How messy… but welcome?
Lovely shade on view.
Tried a little closer.
Then, to the left slightly.
Naughty!
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Through balcony from in flat.
Same shot without flash on.
Checked WC, and I forced the evacuated product to disappear this time.
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Two shots from the kitchen.
Not very good ones… again!
Ocado arrived.
Thompson’s Teas, favourite biscuits, mushroom risotto, and a pot of bicarinate of soda.
Microwave cooking pot, chips, potato cakes, surinami sticks. And some M&S ready-prepared Scallops!
Beetroot, sauces, soda water, and crab!
Somehow I got them in the fridge.
End car park mudslide shrivelling!
From inside the balcony. Not much rain today.
I think they must have lasted on and off for three hours or maybe more. I sort of returned to reality in actuality, and was taking the cooked scallops out of the oven, with Carer Chris, in the
I sat down to eat the scallops on their own.
I’d eaten all bar four of them and remembered to take a photograph for the blog. My limited conversation with Chris is a little vague. They tasted alright.
Washed the pots and put the TV on, The Vicar of Dibley was showing. When I remembered that Carer Sam had called earlier. I’m sure I mentioned my problem with the finances and direct debits, maybe told her about the text messages and emails from the bank, concerned about my financial status. Asking me to contact them. I need to arrange for 
to go with me as she is the appointed go-between with the bank. For her to call them to make an appointment and arrange lifts for me, for when she will be available to help me. I assume this was spoken about, but… maybe not?
Late-night shots.
I think I may have used this one before?
Not all that good, but I’ve made worse ones over the many Antagonistic, Fearful, Depressed, Angsty, Anxious, Accifauxpas-ridden, Failure-infested, Lonely, Mentally Festering, and Medically Monsooned last few years.
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Kitchen view, kettle on.
Amalgamated the waste bins.
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Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit…
Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.
I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.
I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.
Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it.
Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has 
Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.
The smoked Haddock pack.
The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack.
Made this above to see the instructions clearly.
Taken through the balcony windows.
I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.
It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came 
They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!
The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. 
The landline burst forth.
Took this photo as I was washing the pots.
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Late morning sky, 04:30hrs.
Late morning sky, 04:32hrs.
. Just when I was going to the wet room to get the ablutions done! I was in such low spirits, that I pressed on and got the shaving done first, fetching, having to struggle carrying hot water from the kitchen in the kettle and saucepan, and back again several times. Humph! It didn’t bother me in the slightest.
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Had to clean up the haemoglobin on the sink & floor!
Carer Chris arrived and got the diabetic socks, and leg straps, on for me, and meds were given.
Got with the much-belated Tues blog.
The mudslide reclining?
View during the rain, through the balcony.
View from the kitchen in the rain.
Rain stopping now.
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Got up really early and escaped the clutches of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, pungently aromad Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. And a rare spurt of enthusiasm overcame me. Not for long!
Which took a while to clean up.
Early photo.
Later photo.
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At least the right leg looked a lot better.
The Asda PPs were put on. 
It was the end of his shift, and the poor lad was looking weary; I felt a bit guilty. But I told him not to bother with the ankle straps. At least that saved him a little time.
The Asda delivery arrived. It’s not one of the best I’ve had; I’ll tell Ayer why…
A big open, I struggled to get the bags into the kitchen.
Above is the meat with two days of use-by life left on it as it was delivered.
Some of the yoghourts had one day!
Drink treats and my Soda water.
Good stock of spring waters & cordials.
Good choice in sauces.
Cheapo cleaners.
The top half of the fridge.
The bottom half.
Fridge door.
suddenly erupted.
. Off to the wet room for 
. It bled so much that I had to change the PPs. But I did get the fresh ones on easily enough for once. 
The window I’d closed earlier.
A call came in on my aged mobile Nokia.
they were to reduce the size of the Prostate, and the specialist told me to take them for a month only, and it is now about 7 months, and I’m still on them. Explaining I’m just checking. He said he would talk to the Doctor about it and get back to me later. 
I got a call yet again on the landline! It was from my heavenly treasure, known to me as Nurse 
Hristina, from the DVT Antithrombosis Haematology Clinic, to say she would call in the morning to take a blood sample for the Warfarin INR and Vitamin Deficiency. 
Yet another landline call came in! Yes! The pharmacist, or whatever he is, gave the prescription questions earlier. But, I’ve forgotten what it was he said now. 
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Tomatoes, Green tomato pickled salad. Wholemeal bread with no-butter butter slices. Potato rissoles, and a tangy mandarin yoghourt. It looked good, but it didn’t taste good at all! But I was a little depressed.