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A Wednesday of Miracles… TWO!
First, the new hearing aids were delivered!
Working fine, and they sent some batteries too!
Carer Mizra had to cut one of the tubes and refit it for me. Did a grand job. I wish I could have him more often; he really is such a help. He guides rather than bullies. The same with Carer Ejaz, who helps so much as well.
The second one was when the Carer Arrived… with a box of Oxicodone painkillers with him! Grrreat!
I assume the three missed calls and voice message that followed were from the Doctor or receptionist. But the voice message didn’t record, so it was less of a surprise when it showed up at long last. I’d been emailing asking for some of the good painkillers; 3 times last week, after running out, and no Codiene was left either. A dear friend gave me some of the chemist-bought Cocodamol that helped me cope. Bless-Her-Caring-Cotton-Socks ❤️.
That pulled me through until this morning.
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Arose this morning to see a creamy goo stuck in different places of the night, in the Catheter tubing. And not getting through to the nocturnal bag? This did scare me a bit. The thought of urine backflow entering the bladder and kidneys was enough to set off a semi-panic. Especially if the pains kicked off, and I had no painkillers but the donated ones. The mere memory of the agony I had to go through the last three times almost forced me to ring the district nurses there and then.
But I managed to calm down and concentrate on the problem. I hobbled to the wet room and took off the bag. Made a note of the colour and amount for the Health Check record, and opened the release tap over the WC.
I was impassive about things, mainly because the pain had not begun, so there was still hope. The contents in clumps in the tube reminded me of long ago, when I could… but I’ll not go into that any further. But I did remember dreaming of Griselda last night; I often do this when I sleep in bed and do not fall asleep on the couch. A 1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
The BP was fairish. A bit high. The Oximeter reveals Heart Rate, mine is a little high, and blood oxygen, which was okay. The thermometer reading has been rising 
steadily; this must be due to warmer weather. Not that I can sense it, I’ve got problems with the cold, not heat.
Some beautiful but sparse clouds this morning.
And the shadows cast as I took this shot from the balcony enhanced an already wonderful photograph. Showing the must-missed Tree Copse I used to walk through, every day at one time. But no longer, now the brain and body are on the wane. Sa
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The Carer took this shot with a Kodak Tim Two camera. Showing injuries, too deep coloured urine in the Catheter bag.
The difference in the shapes and sizes of my legs. The right foot has warping toes and different amounts of swelling on each foot. Not to mention the different shapes and degrees of colouring of the 
patterns.
A later snap, taken from the kitchenette window. A rare moment of the sun going in.
AS I was closing the window,
“Oh, Susanna rang out from the door, I poodled to open it.
The aforementioned delivery via Royal Post. Yes, it was the arrival of the new hearing aids. A different sort of plastic from the old ones.
They also added several packs of suitable batteries, for free! Now you see one of the miracle parts of the day. Something got sorted – done!
On Carer Ejaz’s evening call, I took one of the precious Shortec Oxycodone painkilling capsules that I’d been begging the Doctor for for over a week when I ran out of them. And had a Catheter Flowback agony, and a sore Little Inchie after so many failed attempts to get the tube back in the poor little thing. Hehe!
Are things looking up for the disabled, bald, partially blind, fractured left knee, Arthritic, Cramp-suffering, Trotsky Terence suffering, TBI-suffering, cataract & glaucoma attention waiting, Seizures & Peripheral Neuropathy bearing, Diabetic Kidney Disease, Lymphorrhoea, Unguis Incarnates toenails, Blocked-Catheter-Agony, Tumble-taking tumbles, Premorbid Cognitive Impairment, mangled memories, Fungal Lesions suffering, Inchie?
I think there is a minute possibility that his luck may be changing… or mahap getting less severe?
Now, how was that, a near positive response!.
Then I gave up on the blog. I went to my NHS site to order some Anusol and more 
Oxycodone, and there I saw I had a new message in my inbox. So I manoeuvred by way of finding the list of messages, and this is the new message I’d got waiting for my attention. I tried to find my Hospitalisationings on the site, but went around in circles, ending up back where I started in the first place. I gave up. Even Carer Ejaz has trouble finding things on here.
On one of Carer Mizra’s calls, he emptied the fridge and gave it a good clean up, which was appreciated.
He also had to remove some products because they were out of date.
He also packed the meals in order, longest date at the top, very helpful that was. He also read the cooking times on the potatoes and veg, and I planned a complicated meal to get cooked at the same time, ot two types of potatoes, 2 types of mushrooms, carrots, water chestnuts, & and planned, then prepped my meal, with help from Carer Mizra. Back on the computer, I got carried away and made many mistakes, which I corrected when updating on Thursday late morning. (I think) 🤔
Of to the kitchen and managed to concentrate, it was that or fall asleep, Haha, and somehow managed to cope with using the hotplate, slow cooker with mushrooms & carrots in, and the potatoes done in the oven. The Spanish ones are in for 15 minutes, then I added the sliced battered spuds for another 15 minutes. Got tomatoes out for slicing when the meal is cooked. Carer Mizra wrote down the timing on the pack sleeve three hours ago. I added a few drops of Teriyaki sauce to most of the ingredients, and it turned out good! (Did I say that?) While doing the washing up, I realised why I’d 
used the wrong sauce: I didn’t have any Teriyaki left. Taking the edge off of my enjoyment. I’ll do an Iceland order for next week, and get some in.
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FRIDAY TEATIME
New Computer Gone Apeshit!
I cannot save anything to the external drives at all, which is where everything is, of course.
With the bother with the bank, and Deana unable to come back to see if she can manage to. I seem to be able to do emails, but none are coming in, so I don’t know.
I’ve done some graphics, but I cannot access them.
I think I’ve had enough!
Just updated this blog, but can’t do a new one.
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Food Glorious Food! In the fridge
Ready-made meals.
More ready-made meals.
Reserves topped up,
CorelDraw * Grammarly problem.
No idea Worritsallabarght?
Had to spread the not dry clothes…
In the balcony in the sun,
Thinner stuff, okay, hung ’em high.
I forgot about what I thought was a 15g pack of mushrooms. Massive, they were, too. I’ll have to give some away before they go wrinkly. Hehe! Jenny suggested the regular put in in the _______ for folks to help themselves
The meal took me ages to sort out tonight, with help from Carer Dillan. I had to cook the chips, fish, and Spanish-style potatoes in the same oven tray. The carrots and loads of mushrooms in the slow cooker. Misjudged it with the carrots, and they were still rock hard, so I dished them. I’ll try again now that I know how long they need in the crockpot. Sliced a Romanian green tomato into four; I do like the flavour of these.
changing phenomena, which adds to the frustrations. The colour tab with the RGB numbers, the Date Tabs, hundreds of them changed overnight, into an Alien type font. I thought it was just the .cdr files, grouped and ungrouped. So got myself into a state of not 
getting blogs done, missing them of and trying to catch up, after I’d redone all the date takes, and converted them to Bitmap. It can happen with any font, but always with the Gluten one. Only to find this morning that they had changed again! Hence, it’s another early morning time for getting to bed again. Nothing ever gets done or solved. Get a new £850 quid computer, and this happens!
Back to the blog. Got carried away again there. Tsk!
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A flipping good job that I put on the Protection Pads when I did my teeth, shaved and a stand-up wash. I’ve still not had a shower for I reckon at least three weeks now.
I was frustrated with my mistakes on the new computer, took a voluntary break, and put the last of the nurses’ nibbles and treats on the Carer’s table.
only toying with playing up today, the highlight of this Bank Holiday Monday for me!
chopped boiled potatoes. Adding Teryaki sauce.
boiling-hot sun through the kitchen window. Then this rather pretty photograph shows the front car park, the bottom field, and some of the local Sherwood residences.
medication other than Paracetamol, and depression.
Good Morning, Tuesday now and catching up on a few happenings to tell you of.
SPLURT SPLATT, ALL DONE!
Washed myself up last with Dettol in the water, and realised that the hot tap water wasn’t; it was barely warm. I realised far too late, after spending I don’t know how long trying to make things right in the wetroom, what must have happened.
I can usually find the right words without repeating myself to describe any of my frequent Whoopsiedangleplops or Calamaties, but I am struggling now.
I’d also appreciate it if someone could give my once-visited Neurologist a message for me, as sarcastically as they can, please: Give him my NHS Number, and say;
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and limped to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne.
Watched some TV. A
Had a frozen meal and added some spuds, and a spot of Tiryaki sauce on each (canned) potato. Running low on fresh food now. But it may prove to be a good job. Well, I think this is the right picture, but…
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Stayed with me throughout the day, as more problems arose, with a mass of outstanding ones not yet sorted!
A lousy day again!
I got up at 04:00hrs, emptied the sparsely filled night pouch, and wobbled to the wet room for the first visit of the day to the Porcelain Throne. It needed an entire roll of wallpaper… No, toilet tissues, on the first and second visits, within five minutes of each other. 
Out of painkillers, just when I need them most.
Internet down
More trouble. 
Huh!
Froze for the umpteenth time!
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Morning view.
Leg burns a lot easier.
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At least the feet were far less swollen. It’s just the under-toe electric-like twangs that defeat everyone. Me included, naturally. Caring Carers Ejaz and Mizra, three different District Nurses, and even the window cleaner have each taken a look and can see nothing that may be causing the shocks. No marks, no reddening. Just yet another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Not to mention the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity of mind. Also, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Ménière’s disease, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Legs Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Iris, Cataract Katie, Sandra’s damned seizures, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe & Carole, Fractured Knee Frankie, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Unwin’s Unguis Incarnates Ingrowing Toenail, Reflux Roger, Replacement Aorta Valve Victor, Diabetes Doris, High Cholesterol Christine, Hydrocephalus-Hilda, & Toothache Tiffany. And my 
I got carried away again there, sorry about that. It’s a combination of old age, senility, brain invaders, and depression, you know.
My Angel Jenny told me what the flowers were called on the bushes out the front of the flats and near the tree copse. I miss walking through so much. Sad, innit?
As I took these two 
I emitted a lot of swishy, splattering multicoloured Trotsky Terence evacuation. I could not believe the range of colours it had in the basin.
Then the computer troubles started again. And did so all day. Some examples, unbelievable examples.
5: I got this message up again in a blank screen,
dropped the hot Porcelain dish full of food, hitting my leg twice as it galloped on the way down, leaving this mess on the kitchenette floor.
I hobbled into the kitchen and washed the pots. Espying the lovely sky, which begged to be photographed.
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I’d shout for help. Is there any point in going on 
about my deteriorating confidence, interest, and increasing depression, frustration and increasing ailments? I believe things started affecting me mentally after the fall revealed the TBI. Two of my Carers have kept me going, and a feeling of concern has been shown. But they are coming less often now. So many people are far worse off than I. Hence, the guilt returns. I’ve not been this low before. By this afternoon or tomorrow, things may perk up? 😂
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FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD
A FEAST OF FODDER IN STOCK NOW!
WATER AS WELL
AND THE OVERUSED TOILET PAPER
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Two hours after emptying the night bag, the urine suddenly flowed. 400ml! Mind you, I had been drinking well. Guilt!
I took these three before the late mist arrived.
Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
Recharged Kodak two.
I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.
I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
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complications. I didn’t do this very well this morning
up. It took its time. I couldn’t guarantee that I had not snuffed it, was in a coma, seizure, mind-blank or was still asleep at first. Suddenly, whatever state of existence I was in didn’t matter or bother me much. Not when I painfully got the legs out of bed and trod on the fallen-on-the-floor bed movement controller. This made me jump a little, and I uttered a few oaths and naughty words. Then, 
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It felt like I’d been up and gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, and I’d only been up for five minutes! Got the night pouch off. Back to a deep colour today.
Then I hobbled off to the wet room.
Carer Christopher arrived. He didn’t look or sound like his usual self. I asked him if things were okay, and he replied negatively. He’s not saying anything, but I’ll cheer him up later.
I got the bag of waste made up, and took it to the door for collection..
myself. It felt like seconds later, I found myself in the wet room on the floor, half over the shower chair. Without the foggiest memory of tumbling or even going into the room! As I crawled on all fours, annoying the Cartilage girls, to the recliner to use to haul my ginormously bellied body back upright on my feet, I realised I had a headache, toothache, and a tiny 
scratch or bruise on my chin. After another battle to get upright, I took a Codeine. I shelled the pod peas for tonight or possibly the morning’s nosh. I’m so far 
behind again.
We’ve had no rain, so it was a bit of a surprise when I saw the mudslide at the end of the car park. Who knows?
A simple supper for a simple man. Just baked potatoes with no butter, butter and the last of the podded fresh peas.
I washed the pots and took this Kodak Tim shot of the almost awesome evening view from the kitchenette window.
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Even with my legs up on the chair, the ankle & leg electric shocks didn’t bother me. The right leg ulcer under the compression bandaging did, though. Yet, no electric shocks confused me. Watching the progressing election results on the TV, after an hour or so, 