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‘Level of music playing at the same time in Porangahau’,
Longest place name in the world, I’m telling you…
Translates as “the place where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid, climbed and swallowed mountains, known as‘’landeater’,
Indigenous Polynesians of New Zealand, now the Māori, Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu,
There are a lot of other things that I know and can do,
I can yodel, doxologise, and pass wind impromptu!
I can spray a room when I sneeze, Aitchoo!
I was a member of a highly trained aircrew!
Blowing up balloons for the Christmas party due,
I’m having a problem with the computer; I think it’s the CPU.
Cramp, & arthritis in my finger, it looks like a corkscrew…
Fell over, my right knee got a fracture or two…
Dropped and broke the kettle, making a mess of a brew,
Truth is, life? I haven’t a clue…
What to say, what to do, why, where or who…
To the Porcelain Throne, I’m a habitué,
No idea how I’ve managed to survive hereto,
My brain contains aliens, creating a hullabaloo,
Neither notion nor clue, why they do what they do,
I’ll have to stop now, I need another phoo!
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Everything we know so far: The two victims killed in yesterday’s attack were named this morning.
Here’s what we know about the terror attack so far.
Victims: A car and stabbing attack took place at Heaton Park Hebrew Congregation Synagogue yesterday morning.
Two people from the Jewish community were killed: Adrian Daulby, 53, and Melvin Cravitz, 66. Three others are in the hospital with serious injuries.
Suspects: Counter Terrorism Police named the suspect as 35-year-old Jihad al Shamie. He was shot dead by firearms officers.
Police said he was a British citizen of Syrian descent and that his name did not appear in any records of Prevent – the UK government’s counter-terrorism programme. Three other people – two men in their 30s and a woman in her 60s – have been arrested in connection with the attack. Being held on suspicion of commission, preparation and instigation of acts of terrorism. The attack in 10 minutes: 9.31am: A 999 caller said a man was stabbed and a car was driven towards members of the public at Heaton Park Hebrew Congregation Synagogue, Crumpsall.
9.34am: Firearms officers were deployed. Police received further reports that a security guard was attacked with a knife.
9.37am: Police declared a major incident.
9.38am: Police officers fired multiple shots, hitting a suspected man.
9.41am: Paramedics arrived and treated four people for stabbing and vehicle injuries.
Response: Sir Keir Starmer said he was “appalled” by the attack and returned to the UK to chair an emergency COBRA meeting.
The King said that he and the Queen were “deeply shocked and saddened to learn of the horrific attack”.
Greater Manchester Police have deployed extra officers across the region today.
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06:00hrs: Removed the nocturnal catheter pouch and made my way to the 
. I only just made it in time, as a comeback from Trotsky Terence all but caught me out. The mess went into the WC, thankfully not on me or the floor.
I soon realised that 
was leaking on the right leg, the fractures on the left knee were painful, and I had 
shooting up the right leg, this time from the toes!
I made a brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea bags in the small mug. Then got the Health Checks done. The SYS was at a higher level; all the others seemed okay. Put the gear back on the Carer’s table, and Carer Ejaz arrived. He soon got on with the medications. Medications first. Giving me just one of the Senna tablets. Then Ejaz foamed my suffering with affected legs and ankles. Had a bash on the hoover, then double-checked the HC numbers were recorded correctly. Bless him.
OUT-OR-IT FOR TWO HOURS!
No idea if I’d fallen asleep or had a mammoth seizure. When I came back to an imitation life and consciousness, I was sitting on the scruffy, second-hand, circa 1968, non-working, moth-eaten, creaky, haemorrhoid-ridden recliner, hurting, and Little Inchy was trapped on the catheter tubing; the usual ultra-confusion and dizziness were not there as they usually are as an after-effect, stunting recovery. So, maybe I did go sit down and fall asleep?
But the computer had been left on. Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already 
limited saneness of mind, with my right leg leaking fluid yet again, & the fractured knee in pain.
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I got on with the blogging session, and the intercom rang out. I thought it might be Carer Ejaz, not realising how long I’d been supposedly sleeping. It rang of before I could get to the panel; this happens sometimes when someone sees them and admits them into the main foyer. But there were no signs of Ejaz – then it dawned on me: the giant pot of Marmite was due to arrive today from Amazon. So, I struggled into my slippers and hobbled down to the foyer. Sure enough, they (Amazon) had left the box, along with someone else’s, on the floor in the lobby. Both were crushed a bit in standard Amazon style. I managed to lift them both and went up with a lady I hadn’t seen for ages, who went to the 10th floor, and I went to the 12th. I took the other, not my box, the number 59, and there was no answer to my knocking on the door. So, I left it on the floor next to the door, and got back to 
my cell… I mean flat.
The previously purchased giant pot of Marmite is in a glass jar, next to the new large tub of Marmite. The new one has 100g more content! I still have some left to use on the old jar, which I plan to use later on my sausage sandwiches.
Ejaz came for a 13:00 visit. Foamed my legs again, they were leaking a little more then.
I decided on an early meal today. Even though there is a minute chance, as it may be, of a Community Nurse coming to change the catheter and patch the leaking legs up. The Neurology lady might be calling about the Trefination. The Financial help from Age UK is arriving. The Red Cross is to fix the wheelchair. The nurse is calling to administer the flu and COVID jabs. And the surgery nurse needs to give me a Dementia memory test.
None of these were done this week.
Whilst on a medical note, my fractured left knee and right leg have both been more painful today. The evening events are a blur; there are no notes on the pad at all. I had sausage sarnies for my feast of the day – felt sure I’d photographed it, but none on the camera this morning? A combination of weariness, tiredness, and confusion lingered with me all night and was still present in the morning when I woke, barely able to walk due to the pain in my left knee and the aching, tingling sensations in my .
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I may be bleeding and painfully limping,
He noted that the foot and ankle were looking better and took this snap on the left. On his last call of the day, we found that the leg’s Lymphoedema was leaking again. If it is in the morning, he’ll inform the district nurses. Not that either of us thinks that it will do us any good. We must try. 
I’ven’t got up so late in many a month. 07:15hrs. I was doing the ablutions and on the Throne when Ejaz arrived to sort me out. Glad to report that Constipation Konrad has lost some of his grip on the evacuations; still needed input to get moving, but once it started, it was easy-peasy.
Ejaz sorts the prescription medications drawer.
Made a brew in the little mug.
Last leg check. Looking less marked now.
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misery of losing Nurse Christina, with her charm, compassion, wit, and caring nature. Hristina is sadly missed already.
Carer Ejaz, on his last call, pointed out that the left foot, in particular, had swollen, and I was experiencing pain under 
the middle right toe again. The left toes had sort of warped. The foot top & ankle had blown up and were a smidge tender. He said if they were the same in the morning, he’d call the Community nursing number and inform them of the situation. Bless him. 
Not much to report today, sorry. Most of it is just me moaning to myself about seizures, Ann Gyna, mistakes made, etc. 
End car park.
Food repetition & cock-up
Marmite roast potatoes, cheesy bread rolls spread with Marmite, and Solokow Polish sausages. Eaten with a bag of Marmite crisps! Lovely!
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I took a snap of the end car park and the front car parks from the balcony.
not a good one. For the front one, I opened a window to take it. Trapped my finger closing the window mechanism.
Made a small mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and updated the clock calendar. The hearing aids are working again!
I pretended to tidy up the Carer’s desk with quite a few nibbles and medications scattered around. 
see me. Sadly, with confirmation that she will no longer be 
calling on me. Sob! Krudnuts! I could have cried. She’s called in to tell me this devastating news and give me two bottles of Krakus concentrated beetroot borscht. Bess her! The NHS have hired a private firm to take the blood now, and tomorrow will be their first call. A depression should have arrived then by rights and circumstances, but the kind thought of her coming to let me know herself, and with the wonderful gifts, it was weirdly only 
that appeared. Odd, that.
trying to sink me, but couldn’t. Although, of course, when the sad news dropped into my brain, DDDD took over.
As soon as I realised I’d made a muck-up when the Morrison food order for next Tuesday… arrived!
Food.
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25 minutes spent on the Porcelain Throne this morning. 
Ejaz graded the urine in the nocturnal pouch, then emptied it for me. He’s a good lad. I’d be lost without him calling. Ejaz then helped me with the BP checks, ensuring the Arithmaphobia had allowed me to write the correct numbers for each item in the Excel list.
I popped out on the balcony to take a snap of the end car park on Citrus Way, through the window. It didn’t come out well.
disinfectant for me to wash my tootsies in and departed on his way. 
use large kitchen towels to dry the feet on, using the picker-upperer to dry them off. 
I took a snap catching the shadows made as the sun rose from behind the flats. It reminded me of a castle casting its shadow. 
Then, to avoid making of bigger mess on the blog, I phoned Sister Jane. As I rang off, depressing Darius arrived and has stayed with me all day, up to now. 
I reluctantly got the computer booted to try and force myself of of this Depression Darius mood.
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I got the bread out to defrost and set about making a vegetable stew, of sorts… or something of that nature. Casserole? Soup?
Result!
Nice, all the same.
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She was aged when I bought her. She keeps stopping,
Carer Ejaz gets annoyed with me when I try to rush things or bend down to pick anything up that I’ve dropped on the floor; bless him, he has the best of intentions. He fears me ending up back in the hospital, knowing what a nightmare it was last time. Bless him. Tells me to leave them if the picker-upper cannot get them, and he will check on his next call if anything has been dropped in a dangerous place.
Ejaz foamed the left lower leg lesions and issued the prescription medications. Gave me some extra Laxido to counteract the recent 
issues.
to pick things up. He was right, of course, he usually is, bless him. 
Made a start of Saturday’s blog, at the same time making several stupid errors that cost me hours to correct. Then, the return of the seizures. 
annoying having to correct the errors I’d made in the seizure. 
I took a snap of the kitchen window view. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but this photo had a hue that was nothing like the one in the camera’s eye-viewer when I took it.
I recall taking these cloud shots from the balcony, where I went to picture the end car park, but got carried away with 
the beauty of these clouds in the blue sky. I saw so many shapes within them… as any other addicted to pareidolia, like me, would.
Country sausage (
. So, don’t fret if I’m unable to post a blog on Tuesday. As Arni said, “I’ll be back!” Hahaha! I might not even 
be going anywhere.
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Carers desk.
Rubbish bags.
Washed nightshirt hanging to dry
A murder of crows.
Regaining their territory. Young ones searching for carrion in the end car park. All part of parent training.
A much-belated start on this blog.
, also perhaps the brain-foggiest one since I got back from the hospital.
activated and ruined what otherwise would have been a decent 5-hour kip.
And that was only a fleeting morning visit.
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Dawns, distressingly,
I hobbled into the wet room for a fruitless and movement-free evacuation. Still, there was nothing to clean up. Hehe! The other three visits of the day were all the same. An extraordinary amount of wind escapage, but no movement from the innards, torpedo-wise. Mmm!
I got stripped and ready to tackle the medicationing and have a good scrub-up, and Carer Ejaz came.
Can’t recall taking this.
Ejaz, on his teatime call, spotted that the burgers in the fridge had sell-by dates for today.
I tried to sort out how to take the wheelchair pads on and off. Hehe! Not the foggiest idea!
Bootifull!
An amazing sky tonight.
Humph! Thank heavens for Ejaz coming.
No photographs or graphics, I’m afraid. A cartoon.
Oh, I missed these cloud formations,
Just love them.
Enough pleasuring for a moment, I 
He did a grand job with the laundry and sorted all the medical paperwork I had been sent home with for me. Checked the catheter bag and body welts. I’d got a lot of them, with all that time I’d spent lying in the hospital bed.
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From the kitchenette window.
I think I’ve uploaded the wrong photo here.
