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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, 
sent me into the frame as I sat down as Trotsky Terence’s torrent evacuated in AI mode. ‘Huh!’
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Unease, discomfiture, shame, humiliation, frustration and near-mortification joined in with me swearing as I self-lambasted and verbally groaned at the ego-sinking predicament I now found myself in!
I’m not sure if it was in sympathy or taking-the-piss mode, but 
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!
I had to wait for her onslaught to die down before I could do anything. I did have a nearly empty tube of the pain gel in the wet room on the floor cabinet, which I’d knocked off of the cabinet along with several other items. Olive oil dropper, eye drops, Germoloid & Germolene ointments, amongst others. I was amazed at how little time it seemed to me to pick everything up, get the antiseptic mop out, use it, and rub some porphain gel on the shoulder. In a really short time?
I did realise what had taken place afterwards. It was mt anger at myself that enabled me to get things done so quickly, I reckon. All that genuflecting needed to clean things up, and then I had to cope with 
and 
giving me some stick. Still, at least had stopped.
As I left the wet room, 
a Carer came in… I’ve been asked not to mention Carers’ names on my blog, or to use any photos, and to remove those I’ve used in the past. So I did and will not.
The Carer was a smidge concerned at my het-up state. I didn’t mention the wet room incident, and I think I got away with it by using Dettol and a fresh air spray after the clean-up. She sorted the medications and made a brew of tea for me after getting me to sit down and 
settle. Helped with the HC checks and monitored the Excel sheet. I’d not made any errors this time. 👍🏼
The Carer took the waste bags with her to the chute as she departed with my thanks.
I turned down her offer of Phorpaining, as I’d only wash it off later when I get around to doing my ablutions. If I do get around to them, that is, of course, reliant on 
and how the seizures affect me and if they will be calmer and less frequent today. (Please may it be so!)
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.
Coping well with this?
It would still be nice… no, delightful to have a call from 
. 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.
I’m afraid.
Carers’ second call, no names, but a man. Medications given – no gelling as I’m going to try again to get my daily 
done.
I finished my now-gone-cold tea, put the computer to sleep, and off I went back to the wet room. Somewhat nervously, after my last visit, Haha!
Change my mind; I’d better get the clothes I’m wearing washed first. Mid washing the khagoule, the door chime rang. It was a postman with a delivery. He was cheery and laughed as he departed. I put it in the kitchen and got on with the washing. Hanging it in the wetroom up on the shower rail…
And the door chime chimed again. This was via DHL They left a box outside the door. Put that in the kitchen and finished hanging up the Khagoule, when I realised that I’d taken the first box from the postman without any clothes on! That’s me without any clothes on, not the postman! Now, I realise what he must have been laughing at… Say, no more! Well, it could have been my catheter bag contraption, or maybe 
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!
It seems to have been hours since I set out to get my done. At long last, the interruptions stopped, and I finished hanging the Khagoule. I have to say that this session went well… no, I’m not joking, this wet room session was one of the best for months. I’ll tell you why, shall I? My body scrub was incident-free and cushty! I cut my ginger nails without a single sign of blood! Hoverwaxed both earholes without any sign of blood! Barrier creamed the areas I could reach, Phorpaingels the knees, Cartilages and where I could get to on my back. Am I now beginning to sound smug? It gets better! I got the drops in the left eye without any running down my cheek & into my mouth. Fair enough, the right eye did not go too well, Cor, the taste of those eye drops! Hamorrhoid Harold was medicated, with again, no bleeding!
A couple of slight mishaps rocked the smooth ride, though. I dropped a razor and had the picker-upperer to retrieve it, but it was in a tight corner behind the cistern, and getting my good eye on its exact location was difficult. I ended up picking what I thought was the disposable razor and grabbed it. It was an open pack of blades that I hadn’t used for years. And still I can’t get any help with the cleaning!
I eventually got the Hoover out to touch up the carpet… this would be at an estimate, about 15:00hrs.
50 minutes later, I found the power charger and plugged it in. I’ll hoover the carpet in the morning then. But, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley” Poem by Rabbi Burns – 1785. Original text
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! He didn’t stay long. But it was Heaven while he did!
FOOD!
Bombay potatoes tonight!
I tasted them, and they were a smidgen too hot for me. So, I added some Gun-Po 
sauce, stirred, and reheated it. Grrreat!
May many Fairies from fantasyland…
Bring you peace, and a Magic wand!
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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!
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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!
The computer froze! I was depressed instantly! 
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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When I cottoned on to what I’d done and what I hadn’t.
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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Kicked off the moment that the toothbrush was used, and at the same time, for no apparent reason, 
joined in the assault.
he stayed for the rest of the day! 
Carer Nimra arrived as I was hanging up the Khagoul I’d handwashed in the wetroom. She checked the right leg, removing the straps to reveal that the nurse had applied a large bandage over the leaky blisters. I had no idea she had. Which goes to prove that 
is also on the job with the other ailments. I’m anticipating others will join in soon. She checked the HC figures, foamed the ankle and leg and put the straps back on, not necessarily in that order. Nirma, kindly give me a dollop of Photpain Gel on my lower back and rub it in well, along with a Codeine 30g and two paracetamols, as part of the usual medications. Said my thanks, and she departed. 
All a part of the mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal Dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Memory Mangling Malcolm, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Sandra’s Seizures, Arithmaphobia, Fractures Kne Frank, Cartilages Choe & Carol, Arthur Itis, and Toothache Tiffany – I may have missed a few off. Along with the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, and then 
Class One! 
It was foggy and raining when I went to make a brew of tea, so I got Kodak Tim Two and took dome photographs from inside 
the balcony of the views on offer. The first one to the right. This second one is slightly to the right. 
strategic parking experts’ results in the end car park. I hope we don’t need to call the Fire Service. Health & Safety? Tsk!
I got that blog posted and stood up to treat myself to another mug of tea, and have some bikkies to dunk! But, no! 
gave way
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he joined the other pains, and he was not playing at it either. I gulped some Peptac, knowing it was not going to help, which got me even more pissed-off with myself. I then started sorting out two of the drawers. Then, back to searching everywhere in the room, without any luck, I even looked in the wet room, kitchen and junk room! Under the recliner, cupboard, desk, table, in the balcony… Huh! 
would visit me, that would have been great – it would not have solved the problem, but I would not have been bothered!
growing deeper all the 
time. Not a bad nosh.
I took this snap out of the kitchen window of the late-night view. It came out very dark, too dark to see anything. In the morning, I lightened it a bit.
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went to work on me. He stayed for the duration of the hour-and-a-half-long ablution session. During which, both knees kicked off – Why? I’ll tell you. Hehe! 
gave way, and I clouted both knees as I went down to grab the sink to prevent a whole tumble. (I’m getting wise to these knee collapses now!) – 
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I went to the kitchen after abluting, medicating, perfuming and dressing. Got the kettle on and took this shot through the kitchen window of the rain. Took me a while to work out what was what in this photo. The reflections with the flash showed more of what was behind me than of what was in front of me. Interesting detail. He says! Almost artistic, even if it was unintended. Haha! 
to try again. 
The higher shot of the sky proved a bit less successful… but I’m used to not being successful. I’ve had Years of practice. Haha!
ot of me, finally getting my first mug of tea of the day! Nirma took a good shot with Kodak Tim Two.
I handwashed a khagoule and the other pair of under-socks and hung them to dry in the wet room.
? Ejaz thinks I may have made it while in a seizure? I guess he’s right; he reminded me of the most prolonged seizure, as far as I know, that I’ve had. In August, I think. After I’d recuperated, I’d put the biggest load of verbal garbage in the blog, a right load of hogwash. I took a photo of it and showed it to the Warfarin DVT blood test nurse later, and it was an unreadable load of tommyrot – to quote her. Now there’s a thought; if I still use the computer while under the influence of a seizure, could I have made a food order and not known it? Just a thought.
The Asda order arrived!
manager will be calling me soon, I’m sure.
I put a potato in the cooker to warm up with my daily meal. Then returned to the computer to try again to concentrate on getting yesterday’s
tter.
What look like chips on the left of the tray are Marmite Cheese Puffs. A packet of pretend crab sticks, sugar-snap peas, & pork & pickle pork pies! It tasted Grrreat! A tub of lemon & lime yoghourt for dessert!