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I regret this is going to have to be a quickie.
Due partly to the very short but frequent visits from 
. He certainly left his trademark of uncaring emotions with me. ‘Sod-Em-All’ style. For I decided to have another go at replacing some more choice words for use in the Ode. I spent a good four hours on them, not making much progress, cause, as per usual, I kept doing something else and left the tap running again. (Unbelievable!) However, at the time, I was just not bothered in the slightest!
No scribble on the memory notepad at all, well, the date and time I got up, that was all on it this morning (Sunday). Also, this Sunday will be known forthwith as the Words-Escaping-the-Brain Sunday!
Now, I know the words, but you would not believe the word I wanted to say or write that were off on the ether. Some, I grasped, reclaimed within seconds. Others I had to look up – Like the names of the tablets that the Carer asked me if I needed. Codeine came to me straight away, then I struggled to get Paracetamol, Peptac, Anusol, and Ramipril. I had the feeling that he thought I was joking with him. It felt so weird.
AS the day went on, although the wonderful paid extremely short visits, they were frequent. (Same as this but worse on Sunday morning!) I’m a smidgen worried about this.
So just a few photos again to help me remember anything. Oh dearie me. Grammarly is working overtime this morning… no, afternoon, already!
This one U can recall, first of the day, from the kitchen window. First cloud-free morning for ages. I hae a feeling that I got up and took this one earlier.
The Deja Vu, I found myself back at the window taking this shot, what must have been hours later.
The replacement day catheters arrived, with a different calve contraption for me to try. The Carer re[placed the old one, we’ll see how we go.
Think I took this one next.
Then later, this is one of the almost-barren cars parked at the end of the road car park.
I think I started on the word lists about eleven.
Did the second HC checks in the afternoon.
This Sunday, my memory and concentration are in a bad state; why didn’t I make my usual notes?
Ah, mayhap I’d overdosed on ?
The tree copse was gloomy to see, and winter approaches; the trees change colour, lose their leaves, and look so sad, as if they were depressed.
A little like the voters who elected Starmer into office as Prime Minister! Hehehe!
The last few minutes of 
attention. The flat hats and Bombay Potatoes failed to arrive yesterday, and arrived at teatime. I showed one off, and it looked like I was in a good frame of mind.
Nosh.
At the time of writing this, I checked the catheter bag to see if it needed emptying… both feet squelched in the 
urine as I moved. Socks, legs, carpet and slippers soaked again. Got the slippers, shirt, dressing gown and socks off and washed the socks. Got the bowl with Dettol in it to clean my feet and legs, dried off with paper towels. Painful. Taking the
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Then, as I gingerly took the bowl back to the kitchen, I slipped on some water, clouted my left arm and right leg. The arm was well scuffed, on the leg, it tore open the leathery skin, and now I’ve got a tenderly painful arm, and 
, leaking fluid down the right leg – but not into the slipper; As both pairs are in the laundry bag. It’s the second time this week I’ve had a catheter leak!
Depressed? Me? YES!
I may have to call for an ambulance if the leg does not stop leaking, so if no blog, you’ll know why.
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It was rife throughout. Today was a day of hard work that left me baffled. Sparse blog, sorry. Up at 04:50hrs. 
Potatoes are ready to make cheesy spuds later.
First brew of Glengettie.
Kitchenette view.
Cheesy cobs.
Fridge
Just as I was bending and stretching to reach the bowl, I’d just dropped on the kitchen floor. Whoopsiedangleplop! Balance-Loss-Bertha and Dizzy Dennis gave me a double assault.
knocked over. My language was a bit crude!
it was bleeding from the tube tugging and adjusting en route.
More time was lost, having to clean and medicate Little Inchies’ fungal lesion and the scrape and bruise on the chin. That stung a tad! 
soaked socks I had left earlier, soaking in Dettol and laundry liquid in the kitchen sink. Rinsed them and hung them to dry.
I got an email from the Bulwell-based Diabetes training folks.
Sunset shot.
This is how they came out of the cooker, ready to have the husks emptied into a bowl and mixed with some no-butter butter.
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again. I’d run out of the cortisone cream. 
A bit of a marathon this morning. 
more, I tipped over the bowl I was putting on the floor to stand in while shaving. Bending down to clear up the mess, and 
acne & eczema cream this time. I’d searched the med
ication drawers and found a partly filled tube of a different name. But it had a use-by date on it of… Hard to believe, I know, that it’s November 2019!
it wasn’t so bad—up until now, anyway. Things took a dip after the young girl Carer called
When the Iceland order arrived, I only took one photo of the whole fridge. I didn’t bother taking more because I knew the chances of using them lay within the corrupt power of my old, in-need-of-help, ailing, terminally ill computer.
I did notice that when someone came and I put in the repaired hearing aids, I could hear the wall clock ticking and other sounds I could not recognise. Haha!
By the time I finished the meal, it was past midnight. Three oven-baked bacon cobs. This is a terrible photo. I wish I had not bothered with taking it now!
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. She was persistent with it. I think I may have had a few nocturnal seizures as well. So many wake-ups, but my response was different for some of them, and it took me a lot longer to get back to sleep after a few of them. There were none of the 
episodes and a few of the 
. Did you see that? I was being diagnostic, investigative, and problem-solving, on the verge of being semi-logical in my assessment of the night’s kipping difficulties? 
I removed the night bag from the day bag, and bending down, I got a visit from 
… that was a bad one. In the late afternoon, while on the computer, he called again and was even more effective. I had a good few today.
It looked bleak outside, with a bit of drizzle.
I did some hoovering and sorted the waste bins. Then, I felt guilty about the mess in the wet room that still needed to be cleaned, so I went to the wet room.
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, gave way and I dropped the walking stick. I slid down with my back against the wall and plumped on a pack of six (approx. 5-inches high) mini-mineral spring water bottles onto my bum. With both knees doubled up, Arthur Itis and the Cartilages were agony!
The fridge.
The freezer.
The waters.
I took another kitchen window shot.
The day’s original Beloved Copse shot
To the left of the window and down a bit.
A ready-made beef in gravy with colcannon mashed potatoes. I added the last can of minced beef in gravy, carrots, and peas. Added some Marmite to the mixture and stirred it all up. Just four minutes in the microwave & it was ready-to-eat. 
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Are you insalubrious, a drunk, or insidious?
I awoke at 04:15hrs with the regulation jerk and jump supported by 
Then, two 
falls in twenty minutes as Cartilage Chloe let me down both times. From then on, after the second 
tumble, I could not continue with the blog. 
Still cold outside at 0°c.
Messy, spluttery and a lot of it!
Back to green today.
Pottered about getting the bags sorted. 
Cartilage Chloe gave way, as I bent down to get another bottle of cleaner from the cupboard. The tumble was all over in seconds, as I got mangled with the trolley and knocked just about everything on it to the floor on my way down.
Carer Kimberley arrived. Pointing out I’d got a wound on my head near the eye, asking what happened. I told her the sad tale of woe. She took a photo of it.
A very slight headache, but no actual pain.
With onions. Added potatoes. Gorgeous!
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It’d be about 0550hrs when I blossomed cheerfully, gaily, bursting into song, leapt out of bed, did a few hundred press-ups in the freezing balcony, and waved at the seagulls. I’d turned back into the fun-loving, delicate, humorous, beguiling young man I am. 
woke me up, and I passed a mammoth blast of wind from my rear-end and detached the 
from the day bag. I did a pretend imitation job of tidying the bed and took the BP readings. It was a Normal-High reading this morning. Yesterday, I had a ‘Hyper’ result. But that’s not so unusual. I often get one or two a week, and it usually bounces down again.
, and went 
in the kitchen. What a fantastic hue the morning view offered me. I was, to me, more green than black of blue. The clouds seemed larger this time.
gave way. I tumbled to my right side, catching my nose against the corner of the wall. 
I got the food & cleaning things put away. Taking a couple of photos as I went along. The first one on the right shows fresh cream strawberry jam French 
Horns. Naughty, but so nice! 
done. I got the needed clothing and poddled off to the wet room. No Throne yet! 
It seemed the leak point was slightly up inside my nose. Now, I could not even get the razor up there. It never poured but came persistently for one and a half hours.
I’m assuming that 
came over me. Or, it’s possible I fell asleep… No, no, that’s impossible, come think of it. Because when I came back, a fair bit had been done on this blog. Enough for it to have taken me a couple of hours to get done. Teo hours had evaporated, and it took ages to do the amending and correcting the bloopers & mistakes made. I had a break and glass of 
lemonade, emptied the day pouch, and took two photos from the blooming cold balcony. The mudslide in the far car park was a lot smaller now. 
And one of the sky to the West and Wales. The clouds colouring rather impressed me.
they started again, but they were all really short, as far as I can tell
I tried out the microwave roast potato bag for the first time. I just put in one bag… no, one potato. Mind you, I also only put it in one bag. I think I nearly lost the plot, theme and my sanity there! Hurrmph! 
I was awestruck.
What lovely nature…
I stayed looking at this scene for a few minutes. I was so engrossed just viewing it, I didn’t realise I was getting rained on. You just have to see the funny side. Hahaha!
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someone be so tired and worn out and ‘not’ sleep? I can; that was the second sleepless night. I tried on the hospital bed, then moved into the second-hand, c1966, £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. But with 
and 
I went back to the kitchen and took snaps of the morning view. It was raining still. I first took a poor-quality shot of what I mistakenly called Venus 
yesterday. Tim Price informed me it was Jupiter. Then a straight-ahead view of the lights from the streets of Sherwood.
mini-bouts while Richard was here.
on my arms, man breasts and chest. Which was fine by me.
Also, the catheter strap scars, 
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, My mandarin-sized testicle, 
condition, 
and the welts and pressure spots on my flabby stomach. I think I masked my true feelings, okay. The nurse told me I was wearing the day pouch too low.
the prescriptions to the flats! I looked on Google Maps and got this picture of the shop. Obviously, I misheard Matron; it was Jayplex Chemist, not Jaypoen. It is much nearer than the Carrington shop on Mansfield Road in Woodthorpe.
I am just too tired and will try to finish it in the morning.
. I’m very good at them, you know. 
Hang on, with the cock-up, I think I took the Jupiter shot in the morning. Yes, I must have cause this is the other snap I took tonight. I’ve got in such a mess; I already put the 
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hasten to the Porcelain Throne ASAP! 
plonked my bottie on the porcelain. The evacuation started before I got settled. I think it must be the liquidest evacuation I’ve ever suffered! And boy, did it reek! Yes, it did!
The evacuation lasted about thirty seconds. 
had burst open and spilt on the same spot on the carpet that I’d involuntarily wee-weeded on Saturday! 
An ailment that has been so kind to me these last few days has returned with a vengeance. This made things even more complicated to cope with on the computer. She must have visited me dozens of times, and after each one, I was lost as to what I was doing before she paid me each visit. 
reaction; it was, but desperately
The potatoes had boiled over and stained the cooker, floor, saucepan and counter! I was livid at myself! 
The story behind this miserable meal.
This week has undoubtedly proven that I need more help.
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Next to muffin on today’s blog.
I left the tap running and was forced to abandon the blog to get things cleaned and dried where possible.
A nice full pouch this morning.
First trip to take snaps.
Not unlike noodles.
I made a brew later and took this one.
Cleaning up done.
He sorted the medications, checked the catheter, and changed
Very tasty!
Liberty-Global TV was down again!
Still, they have to reduce service so they can pay Mr Fries his total compensation earnings of $62m.
Jealous? Me? YES!
From the kitchen window.
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