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I believe I’m slowly slithering more & more under the control of 
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At about 05:00hrs, I gave up trying to get any sleep or peace of mind, after the night long 
I’d suffered.
My first thought was the beauty of the morning sky, a comforting shade of blue, seeable from the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. And felt the need to photograph it – at the time all the reasons I took it were almost paramount in my mind.
A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
Concerned about the eye drops situation, though. When to stop taking them. The two months quoted after the cataract operation, finished tomorrow?
Ah, well on with the busy day’s tales.
The 
night bag colour was a five on the NHS guide.
I had a strong thirst for a mug of tea – so went into the kitchen and made myself a good strong mug of Glengettie.
But I had to let it get cold, as a sudden need for the 
arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of 
ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
Also, although the evacuated product was almost straw-like, it took a lot of effort to get it to escape!
I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!
The left foot & ankle were looking better.
The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size.
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
But I think it might be a reflective covering?
The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think
On with the blogging photograph sorting
Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!
Carer Chris did the medicationings. And took the laundry bag. I put the carers chair cover on the computer chair.
As the big one was in the laundry bag.
It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.
The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
Then a message was left on the mobile. I was the foot lady telling me I’m expected at the salon to have the tootsies done… in fifteen minutes!
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow. 
Called to see Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Warden Deana. And on the way back to the flat, I made a decision… well several! – Oh, yes, it can happen occasionally!
I would make a break for it and escape Woodthorpe Court’s Asylum! Here’s the plan I brewed up.
â‘ The Doctor told me I could go to the chemist to get my flu jab. So it will be a trip on the bus down into Sherwood and the pharmacy, where I also planned…
â‘¡ To get some batteries, anti-diarrhoea capsules.
â‘¢ Try to get some Borscht from the Ozan store.
â‘£ Go to Haydn Road Cobblers and get a watch battery.
⑤ Call at the opticians to explain about the cataracts and my needing new spectacles.
â‘¥ Remembering, to take the Kodak Camera with me so I didn’t forget it again, I put it in my jacket pocket straight away.
Although unknown to me at the time, I’d left the SD card on the computer! 
So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!
I’m going to do a part-two blog for today. All about the planned escape, failed missions, cock-ups, expense-riddled, agony-assuring, near-crippling, ‘Pop to the Shops In Sherwood’, and having to walk back up the dreaded-steep Winchester Hill with a filled up 
with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!
I was in a sad state by the time I got back.
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Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that 
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, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!
I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.
Not so good
Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
Got down to a shower status
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana.
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!
The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!
kicked off. Ensuring no sleep for the old codger after that. Talk about persistent, I can’t recall the 
put an end to that idea! Banged my elbow on the chair arm!
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, which soon changed my mood. 
The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night
, as the once-attached day bag on 
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.
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I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.
The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
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Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. 
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to people who have helped me, later in the day. 
read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries 
Back onto the now-working internet.
Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
Back to blogging…
So beautiful mind you! I did some 
on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak. 
Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!
I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that 
is so gorgeous tasting on the bread.
I had a go at blogging again.
I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at 
Of course, it’s gone up since
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It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the 
& 
I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
More advice in a safe environment.
With 
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disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger 
suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.
Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I b
Going down just once!
But 
was in a different mode this time!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And 
gave me a few worrying moments. What next? Don’t answer that!
I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my 
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, I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly 
at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
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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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With my weird sleep problems over the last three days, I have partially lost my appetite for doing this blog.
At least Victor had opened the valve on the day bag after fitting the night bag for me. 
Still as messy as 
Blimey, I’m getting short of toilet paper! The two-and-a-half rolls left won’t last long at this rate. Haha!
The legs were much improved. Grrreat!
whole cream milk was used, just a drop, mind you. 
The milk bottle slipped in response to 
jiggling my body’s right side. I grabbed at the bottle, which had the top put back on… and was on the verge of going into a 
, as of all ailments, 
, spilling in every possible hiding place it could find! Did I swear? Yes!
Got the mess cleaned up in my usual happy-go-lucky singing away manner. 
Late afternoon clouds…
Hey-Ho!
The skies were now in a threatening mode.
I transferred the potatoes from the crock-pot to a saucepan with the chunky veg soup in it. Sliced a few tomatoes. Added a splurt of the Winiary seasoning liquid.
It started coming…
Fine rain heavily for half an hour or so…
Then we had a ten-minute, even heavier downpour.
By Jimminee, my appetite made a comeback tonight!.
Carer Richard arrived for the last call of the day.
I dropped the tray while putting things in the sink to wash. The only solid thing tumbling was the knife – which managed to land on me. 
Fair enough, I settled while the adverts were on, 15 minutes of the film were missed. Got myself a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of soda water to hand, and the film restarted after the commercials… 
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Amazed to see that the night bag had no urine in it!
Decent colour bearing in mind the retention in the bladder had caused a backflow. My stomach was aching a bit, but it soon eased after emptying it out.
An early-morning photo from the kitchen.
Two hours later, rain!
Hurrah! Got the daft soft slippers on!
Made a mug of tea, no biscuits dunked!
Took this snap and made a pot noodle meal. That’s all I could manage being so tired, and I wasn’t really hungry then. I still reckon the new Chloramphenicol eye drops are the cause of my weariness and lack of desire for food. I’ve only had three biscuits dunked in the tea, in the last three days?
Took these snaps of the mini mudslide in the car park.
The weather brightened up for the first time tonight.
I took this from the kitchen window.
Why have I needed three, messy, light-brown evacuations; When I’m not eating? Could this also be down to the 
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On waking up, before nodding off again!
Woke up once more, night bag looking good. Got it detached and emptied,
The new 
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A few nicks shaving. As expected
Cleaned and refreshed, and feeling rather good after a broken but long sleep, even on 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. But I knew it wasn’t going to last long.
overdoing the pinch of basil, as the lid shot off!
A good stir to dissipate it…
Not that it did much dissipating.
Made a brew and onto the computer.
The
The Internet had not returned yet.
A close-up.
Wide shot to the left.
Angel Nurse Hristina arrived and got the blood taken.
The rain resined, and as I was taking this photo…
And some peas to the mix.
Wunderbar!
A delightful nosh, Rated at an 8.9 on the Taste-Rating
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Mayhap the oddest day of the week so far.
Up in the sky.
Sun coming up from behind.
The landline flashed. It was Phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To tell me she would call tomorrow morning to take the Warfarin INR blood sample for analysis. ♥
Nibbles
Frozen favourites!
Fresh food treats!
Drinkies to help the bladder
Fridge refilled now
I was hoping to give manual wee-weeing a go, and that I could pass water voluntarily again. With the (hopefully) now-reduced in size Prostate. If the tablets had worked.
Naturally, my being the brave, heroic sort of young man, there was no grimacing, chewing of the cushion on the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner which I was sat on, howls of pain, nor exclamations of any sort, like, ARRGH! or anything of that nature while the tube went in.
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Simple food for a simple man. Hehe!
I woke up, and he was on his mobile.
and hobbled into the kitchenette for safety checks. Being so tired, I thought I may have left a tap running, a door open on the fridge or oven on from cooking the potatoes. All was okay.
To my Pareidolia’s Delight, I spotted what looked to me like a shrimp in this photograph. Can you see it?
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I checked on the day pouch contents with a view to emptying the pouch. The colour of it caught me out, and seemed too dark suddenly, compared to the night pouches urine.
It was still flowing in.
The traffic was heavy with queues to get into the EENT department. She had to drop me away from the unit and walked me in through the doors, bless her.
Another good long deep examination. Difficult at times cause I could not hear what he was saying, and moved in the wrong direction a few times. But he was also understanding with me. 
, and put some in so I can start the course in the morning.
I meandered around taking sneak photos.
Exiting patients from other departments.
Can’t recall taking this one of Three-Wheel-Walker Willie, or why?
Are folks awaiting lifts?
Taxi.
Turned back to go inside again.
This boulder was used by smokers going out for a break methinks. Hehehe!
Took this selfie.
Then the absolute pleasure of taking off my shoes.
Gorgeous!
To the left a bit.
To the right…
and close-up!
