“That’ll be £85.25 and £255 delivery, M’am!”
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The 
urine was a smidgen darker this morning.
It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,
The sky looked as if it may have more rain to send.
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
Taking this shot accidentally as I tripped over the step getting out of the room.
I take better photos by accident than the others? Hahaha!
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 
& 
duties. Excellent parking on the grass from the white van, man.
I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
Had to use the spy-glass to read the wording.
Exercises page above. If I can find the time, I’ll give this a go.
More advice in a safe environment.
With 
supplying me with the odd , 
& 
disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger 
& often with agony giving 
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.Â
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
I could see the pictures enough to know I had been doing something right, at least in how I struggled to get back up from each tumble. But I use the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, cause its solider to use to haul me elephantine body up from the floor. I say easier; it’s the only way! Of course, if the fall occurs at the door, I have to crawl on my hands and knees back through the hallway into the computer room, which usually entails 
, messy! And/or poor 
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 blogged on and off for many hours… with…
Going down just once!
But 
was in a different mode this time!
Little messy squirts, with gaps of up to three minutes and another dollop of splattering… repeatedly!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Got the nosh sorted early.
Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
Wholemeal bread thins and a strawberry dessert were enjoyed as well. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10. I seem to have found my appetite once again. Got the pots washed and went to freshen up.
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 
.
To round off this little series of 
, 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?
I spent hours gathering the hooks and getting the curtain back on the rail, but two clips were missing. I spent more time searching for them, to no avail.
Naturally, a man of my calibre took it all in my stride; I even laughed about it to myself. 
I think I gained another bruise or two on my rump. I thought about taking a blind shot of my rear end but thought better of it.
EVENING ALL; GETTING MY HEAD DOWN EARLY…
We’ll see if it works & sleep arrives.
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went on for four hours, without any breaks, peace, or sleep to be had. Eventually, I gave up trying. I’d had nod-offs earlier, but they were all cut short by Carer visits, or the new thing now, rally jerking awake violently. It’s a wonder I haven’t had myself off of the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner; there were so many of the yet to be named, unnerving episodes of cruel waking ups! Worse than ever, now.
The great colour of the urine in the night pouch was impressive. 
, if that pesky nuisance I named 
leaves me alone at night
.
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. 
The day is getting worse now…
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. 
Having continued hastily washing the pots so as not to miss the film’s start, I knocked the bowl off the sideboard. No injuries with this one. Worth mentioning?
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!
Within two hours, the 5th…
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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, 
, or 
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.
finally returned, and I grafted away at the Thursday blog.
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!
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this morning.
An excellent shade of urine!
Not much rain last night, and no dog to watch bathing in it!
I went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Bootiful!
drops inserted. I remembered this time to stick my finger in the eye for three minutes.
Doing well, aren’t they!
Earlier shot from the computer chair, that I’d missed.
The oddest ever trip to the Throne this was… well, maybe not!
I really thought that 
puzzle..
Got the potatoes on the boil…
And took this picture.
Then the above snap of the legs, feet and toes.
, either! However: 
Cheese & onion pasties, potatoes, peas and beetroot.
Went to get the evening’s ablutions done – No Hot Water!
Wonderful view!
Close-up of the wonderful view.
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in the night pouch this morning.
The ankle and legs looked a lot better this morning. 
leg injury and infection, are less frequent.
Had a closer look at the infected wound coin the leg. It looked so much better. The occasional stinging pains still give me some pain and hassle, though.
I went to make another brew, taking a snap of progress at the house, close to the Woodthorpe Grange Park bottom field. Plenty of equipment or parts there this morning.
I had to take the right slipper off. Too painful, as the leg and ankles are beginning to swell up again. Getting as big as the left leg. The hip is just as bad; it’s not 
a good place to be when I stand or brave hobbling. Bit of drizzle, and I espied the mud-slide was relatively wide. Hehe!
Another marathon session… well, not the session, but the cleaning up after the session… if you know what I mean… if you do, please let me know. Thanks!
I finally got the blog sent off to WordPress. 
delivered today. Carer Kara ordered them for me. ♥
Raining again.
One shot of the houses around about.
I thought of some titles for these pictures; 
& Caught the infected wound simultaneously on the radiator. Which caused me considerable pain as I twisted my left hip in unison.
without any doubt.
Not too fancy a meal. But enough for me to enjoy. The soy lemon yoghurt was the highlight of the dish
I hobbled off to wash the pots up and got this photograph of the great, which could almost be a painting, view of the evening sky shot yet again.
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Three Porcelain Throne visits, every one of them Trotsky Terence controlled. (It didn’t half take me a lot of time to clean up after each call!)
Night Pouch.
Photo of yesterday’s meal found.
YESTERDAY’s PAREIDOLIA PHOTO
Many 
View from the computer desk through the balcony.
I went onto the balcony, and the mudslide shot first.
Then the front car park.
3-hours later, the 
Inside of the limb.
With my leg turned in… I’ll not try doing
A good downpour late in the afternoon.
With a special self-treat to follow…
Vegan Icecream!
And very nice too! Not overstrong, perfect!
Total failure count, as of now, only…