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May peace appear and adhere,
Today and for your future,
Ailments wane, for even longer…
Joy to each peacekeeper & peace lover,
Help from an evil-abrocator?
May humankind find benignity?
Can we all live again, less bleak & darker?
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03:30hrs: I bounded out of the hospital bed and somersaulted over the recliner, hit the deck and did a nifty 200 press-ups, followed by another 200 toe-touches. Nipped onto the snow and ice-covered balcony, and did fifteen minutes of shadow boxing. Opened a window and yodelled a good morning to all the wonderful people nearby. Then, I hopscotched to the wet room. Taking off my night cather pouch as I hopped along. Well… that may be a bit of a slight exaggeration? Hahaha! Here’s the reality. 05:30hrs, I reluctantly stirred and tried to will and urge the clock to go backwards. It didn’t work, of course. So, I moved to the edge of the bed and freed the nocturnal catheter from the day bag. Dizzy Dennis was prompted into action as I had to bend down. Although I did not do the balance exercises, as I made my way into the kitchen to check if I’d left taps on, cookers on or fridge doors open, I was coping well, with very few wobbles from the catheters either. 
All being in order in the kitchen,
I visited the Porcelan Throne. I was a few inches off getting seated on the toilet lid, and a torrent of Trotsky Terence proportions fell, no, squirted, no, thundered into the porcelain, with a splash, and it was all finished! It honestly looked as if I’d decorated the bowl with brown emulsion eggshell paint. And had applied multiple coats too! Tsk!
I finally got out of the wetroom after an awful lot of cleaning up was carried out, Haha! Then I took these shots of the view, such as it was, from the kitchen.
Not very good, I’m afraid. I’ve been struggling lately to take any worthwhile morning shots. I could hear the police helicopter flying, but not see it.
I made a brew of tea and got the morning HC checks done next. Then had a think about how I could work things out, to get a shower with my ablutions.
I decided to get the straps off of the legs and ask Ejaz to take the socks off for me. Ejaz arrived at this point. As I chose not to have a shower after all. (Why, I can’t really recall at this moment) Ejaz got the socks off, then helped wash and dry my feet. Bless him. Issued the medications. No point in any creaming, foaming, or body checks until after I’d finished my ablutions.
He did a quick hoover around, bless him again.
I took this shot from the kitchenette window as the morning brightened up a little. But the rain started to come down. Another bad photo. I managed to capture, top left, a patch of turquoise sky that was not visible to the naked eye when I snapped it.
Back into the wetroom, and started the overdue body, teggie, cleaning. Before shaving, I felt the blood coming from 
. 
I got things cleaned up, dried and ointmentated various areas of my magnificent, noned, staut, 
healthy body, where it was required.
There were quite a few in need, but things like the Cartilages, Atkritis, Fractured-Knee-Frankie, Lymphorrea Leslie and Ingrowing Toenail 
Terry were unreachable. Well, I could have reached them, I suppose, but the pain and or dizziness I get bending made me shy away from even trying to medicate them. Chicken!
Getting the PPs on went amazingly well today! In fact, it was the easiest ever.
And… Little Inchies’ Fungal Lesion did not bleed!
Not only that, I’m not kidding… but I had no cuts shaving, and did not walk into any door or wall, all day long!
As I hung the towel to dry on the clothes airer in the hallway, I came as close to tripping over the electric cable without falling as I ever had; it was a miracle. This actually brought on my old, much-missed saviour and friend 
.
I pushed myself on the wall to prevent getting tangled in the heater and wire, and I hit the back of the other wall, which was where I’d left the walking stick, a bit of good luck there! I grabbed it and used the other wall to regain my balance. A definite and wonderful welcome 
!
Then, the Khagoule needed handwashing, quickly, before the hot water tank refilled and while it was still hot enough. Isn’t life awkward at times? Haha!
I got the dressing gown washed, and got soaked while wringing the Khagoule out after washing it, but it didn’t bother me, for was with me. Which meant I didn’t give a damn about me getting wet, and the kitchen floor would need cleaning or mopping!
Puft! Sod ’em all & everything! I hung up the shirt in the wet room to dry.
However, while mopping the floor, I slipped a little and twisted 
, but it wasn’t the pain it caused. I think it was the disappointment of me having a little run of good luck, for about 15 minutes, then things falling back into my usual feeling of defeatism. Self-pity and self-lambasting started!
. I felt so hard done by for some reason. Life is like this for me every single day, so why should it get to me so much more on this occasion? I think I just explained that?
I got on with the blogging at long last, and Carer Mizra arrived. A grand lad. He had to rush, but still got the socks and straps back on the legs for me and kept within his time quota. Thanks to Ejaz, Misra & Ahram for their understanding today.
The rain, although heavy at times, was start-stop at the same time. Does that make sense? I nipped into the balcony to take a snap of the end car park.
Later, I took snaps of the view from the kitchen again, hoping to get a decent one for once. The first one, to the left, was not too bad.
The second one was taken to the right of the window.
Not too good again.
I was determined to get a reasonably decent snap for the third one, Hahaha!
Oh, Flipping ‘eck!
I might give up trying to take night shops in the future… shops? Now I can’t even type right, or take might photos!
Carer Ahram arrived, and he issued the medications. Emptied the catheter jug for me. He checked that the last HC figures were recorded correctly. Thanks, mate.
Blogging, time to start the Ode, methinks.
Sunday morning catch-up.
Something people don’t eat often nowadays. Faggots in gravy with mashed potatoes. A ready-made microwave meal from Parsley Box. I made extra pork gravy, added it to the mix, and dunked two large cheesy-topped bread rolls in it. Do folks do this now? Well, I love them. Especially the faggots, they taste good to me, and no bother about what few rotting, hurting teeth I have left.
An old-fashioned meal?
Well, yes, but so am I. Hehehe!
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I.C.C. Carers’ Manpreet, Mizra, Abdul, and the last one, whose name I forgot to ask. Ejaz did not make any calls again today. Shame!
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🤎 MAY PEACE & JOY INVADE YOU 🤎
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Catheters and Dizzy Dennis were all mild. Yee-haa!
Mug of tea.
Another strange one.
Health Checks recorded.
One pad on – one won’t go.
CorelDraw work.
Bikkie Barrels Reloaded!
Gotten Himmel.
More hand washing.
Getting dark.
Caught it!
Sweet & sour vegetables.
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Morning shot from the kitchen
Carer Ejaz did the first two calls. 
Oh, I nearly missed this one.
Faggots in gravy, & mashed potatoes.
Soaked up the tasty liquid with two large cheesy-topped bread rolls, Mmm!
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06:10hrs, woke up. Pouch off in great haste, and off to the Porcelain Throne; walking into the door frame en route, while scrambling to take off the nightdress in time, before the anticipated involuntary start of the rear end motion, flowed. I DIDN’T MAKE IT IN TIME. 
As almost expected, 
kicked off as I stood up to assess the mess and the damage I’d done to the wet room floor, its accoutrements and myself in the part-tumble. But Shirley seemed intent on yanking the glenohumeral-shoulder ball out of its socket! I’m sure she’ll manage it one day. I hope not!
giving me some stick. Still, at least 
a Carer came in… I’ve been asked not to mention Carers’ names on my blog
settle. Helped with the HC checks and monitored the Excel sheet. I’d not made any errors this time. 👍🏼
and 
I’m not sure why, let’s face it, whenever I am? But for some reason, Depression Darius has not visited me yet. I give him the two fingers on my graphic here to two of my ailments. 
. He’s been a little shy lately. I hope I haven’t upset him. Hehehe!
Oh, I missed this snap off earlier. Better late than never. Poignantly, it’s the same with my mate High Mood Horis’s absence.
done.
Shower-Cover, or my flabby elephantine body that tickled him? But my guess is that it must have been Little Inchie with blood leaking from the pouch tube inserted… Hehehe!
I eventually got the Hoover out to touch up the carpet… this would be at an estimate, about 15:00hrs.
Getting dark early nowadays, then again, it always does when winter arrives. It’ll be worse for us pensioners now that Starmer has stolen our winter fuel allowance. A filthy-shitty, uncaring, nasty, pseudo PM, the uncaring Right-Wing decision from our back-hander taking, lying ex barrister… his father was a toolmaker, did you know? I’d much appreciate it if he died as painfully and as quickly as possible. I love to be alive to celebrate his passing. That would be a rare blessing for me. I wish I could yodel at his funeral. I think I’ll get the lyrics done, just in case he does do the honourable thing and tops himself. I believe I got carried away again there… sorry.
A very welcome late visit from Horis! 
FOOD!
sauce, stirred, and reheated it. Grrreat!
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06:00hrs: Woke with a startle to find that 
she was rattling the ball joint for all she was worth! I waited a minute or so until she calmed down, then did the balance exercises, got the 
taken off, gathered the needs of the ablutioning session, and waddled gingerly off to the wetroom.
controlled 
session. And medicated the usual ailments as needed and within reach for me to do so. The only spot of bother was coming from 
Put the kettle on and popped into the balcony to take this shot through the kitchenette window. Cold, very cold today. Then I meandered back to the 
kitchen to take this snap of the end of the car park. It came out rather well, with the sun coming up from the back. Showed the contrast of the thin mud slide with and out of the sunshine. The liquid seemed to contain bubbles, or maybe snow? Then I noticed the tyre marks. I assume a vehicle had reversed into the watery mud to turn round.
Arrived as I was making a brew of tea in the kitchen. She recognised I was not up to par, bless her. Medications issued. Body areas were checked and balmed. Knees were Phorpained.
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The sun was in a rush to hide?
Tried a close, not very good
I thought it had a decent taste. See tomorrow’s blog to see why it wasn’t too good. Hehe!
Neither were they up to much.
Still, I did my bestest!
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Got the nocturnal pouch off, and while emptying it, the need for an evacuation arose. I should think it took me at most 60 seconds to get seated, and Pwhor!
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took three photographicalistions with my Kodak Tim 2 camera from the kitchenette window, of the dark, rainy view it beheld. The first one was not a good one at all, 
of the front car park. I tried again and made an even worse job of it. However, this did not stop me from making another effort, determined to get one 
passable photo out of the session. Well, it wasn’t going to challenge Savis Bailey’s reputation, Haha! But it was a smidge improved on the first two, I think.
I got the Health Checks sorted. Then I got the results put into the NHS graph thingamajig. It was nerve-racking how long it took to open Excel!
to nibble. He-he!
for a few minutes and took another photo from the kitchen window. The first one of the slower-melting snow in the field.
Then one of the front car park for the third time. This one came out clearer. But it was a lot lighter, so I expected a better job.
That’s how late it is!
Highly satisfactory!
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I dream of good health,
Pleased with the photo I took this morning. It was an incredible
Of to the 
for an evacuation. 
one is made with fragile, thin material, cotton, I think. It’s comfy, but in winter it’s a bit cold to wear without a dressing gown. 
Then off to the main junk room and into the bacony to take a couple of photographs. The first one of the dead end beyond the 
car park. The puddle of soil
As I turned to get back into the flat, I twisted 
I carried out the first BP checks and recorded them on the whiteboard to go on the computer later. Then made a brew of Typhoo extra-strong tea and had a couple of bikkies dunked and eaten. When I say a couple… Hehehe!
I got to the door, and nobody was there. As I was closing the door, I espied a small parcel on the floor outside. It was some re
ady-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics. I’m glad they sent them, just in case.
Tsk! Then Manpreet got some Phorpain, well, it’s another name now, but the same thing, just not strong enough, only 10%, not the usual 20%… which also had gone down from 30%. 
When Manpreet left, I went to try the Procelain Throne again.
The computer went into sleep mode just as I was pressing the Kodak Tim-2 button.
I forgot to take the flash off! Hehe!
Gorrit!
Later, I went to take a snap of the sunset. But by the time I’d found Kodad Tim-2, I was too late and missed it. Grumph!
I zoomed in to catch the last of the sun as it came around the globe.
Then even closer. This snap reminded me of something, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was now. Huh
Joined in immediately after the 
got seated, an urgent, panicky desire to use the Porcelain Throne arose; I got up and nearly fell down again, thanks to 
frame as I was taking off the dressing gown. Multitasking should be taken off of my agenda. On the plus side, I got down on the plastic seat in time, but only just. 
legs up on a chair, and was soon in the land of Nod! Accompanied, unfortunately, by 
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0420hrs: I woke up coughing, and my eyes were running… and struggling to contain the rear-end evacuation that was plainly on its escape route of its own accord. 
I went onto the balcony to see what the end of the car park was like. I think they must be parking to block access like this on purpose? Not that it matters to me. The white car is now parked halfway across the chevrons, with support from a blue van. I imagine they had a valid reason for this fire engine and ambulance blocking tactics. I think 
I could see a pool of water near the park’s entrance and exit. Maybe the tarmac has bec
It doesn’t seem that long since I was walking that route every day and just loved doing it. Whatever the weather was like. No more!
that was a bit of a blow to my morale. I thanked her for her help & understanding, and bade her farewell. She took the waste bags with her. Wishing her luck, I gave her a mini-hug too. I hope that Ejaz will not be moved. Wonder who will do the morning call. This afternoon, Ejaz didn’t know about the changes. So he might not be doing it. I hope it might be Carer Carer Carer Nimra. 
front and Chestnut Way car parking in the bays.
Laid out before me at the kitchen window were hundreds of houses, homes, bungalows: being in my sad mode, I thought of what they were doing. There will be burglars, families at war and in love, students, Bulgarians, Irish, Indians, Pakistanis, Africans, Nigerians, Chinese, Serbians, Welsh, Scots, Poles, Ukrainians, Jews, Hungarians, Jamaicans, Myanmar, Bangladeshi, Palestinians, Libyans, etc, etc out there. Those in need, in pain, missing home, we all have one thing in common. 
Gobble, slurp, belch!
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Morning view
BP Hyper this morning!
Managed a mug of tea, before
Carers table. Tided up by Carer
Brightening up!
Floods at the end of the car park.
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, waking me with a start, and Twitching Neck Ted started. I fumbled my way out of bed, and just about every ailment joined in making an almost dangerous trip to the hallway to press the admit button for Carer Nimra. I nearly fell over the long night pouch and had to fight against
it 
was already weakening his grip on me. Good! 
I went on the balcony and did not dare open the windows to take these two shots, with the mist and rain out there. The first taken was straight ahead
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I stopped and went to make my first mug of tea of the day. And the phone rang. The nurse will not be coming today after all.
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