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Carer Ejaz told me I was snoring somnolently,
When he came to see me, he said I was a somniloquist,
What? I asked after waking, and he told me…
That proves that you are a somniloquistee!
“Ug”… hang on, I need a mug of tea…
And he made me one, a strong Glenhettie,
Ejaz impressed me with his sagacity,
Wanting to hear details of my phantasmagory,
Before I could start, he said to me…
Let me guess, your dream went pleasingly?
You were smiling and laughing audibly…
Talking, swearing, you looked a little sweaty…
Sometimes scowling sinisterly,
You then smiled, so very happily,
You smiled in your sleep, contentedly…
Ejaz: I didn’t want to wake you up, really,
You’d gone from flailing to satisfaction, calmly,
Me: “Yes, I’d just shot Starmer, but not in reality!”
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04:30hrs: The flow-back pains from the dodgy catheter day contraption were stinging away when I woke up. The nocturnal pouch was barely damp; there was so little urine in it! The first thing was to dismount the hospital bed and investigate. As I stood up to bend down to take a look, the flow shot out into the night bag. But not a lot of it. I decided to get the 
tackled. With a 
visit to kick off, then investigate what the dodgy state that the
was in.
Well, a mega-change from this morning’s evacuation, I must say.
Still entirely under the control of
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The shaving with the different razors went well. Only two teeny-weeny nicks on the back of the neck this morning. The teeth didn’t bleed at all, I don’t think. Most of the blood came from the gums that had lost their teeth.
I left off doing poor Little Inchy’s Fungal lesion treatment. Until I’d sorted
the catheter out.
Then, I did the other regulars; Ears oiled, eye drops in, Phorpain gelled 
Arthur Itis’s knees, then used the stronger one on 
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I applied barrier cream to the areas I could reach.
Underbelly, men-breasts, back-flaps, eczema, acne, and Catheter sore spots.
Seemed to be trying to make a comeback again this morning. I hope she doesn’t.
You can see the swelling on the left knee. This is partly due to Arthur Itis, and Cartilage Carol, with Cartilage Chleo in support, who have mangled the knee areas of both legs. The darned Little monkeys!
Walking is a smidge dodgy.
I finished in the wet room and took a snap through the open window of the stunning light blue and pink sky. Nice!
I hobbled into the front room, collected the bins from the wet room & kitchen, and then got everything sorted.
And made one large bag to go to the waste chute.
Carer Ejaz arrived in a good mood. He did a good jon helping me this morning. I felt a smidge guilty in keeping him longer than he should have, and was nervous of missing the bus when he shot off. He’s to make the last call; I hope he catches the bus in time.
The lad helped me get a new catheter bag and a wide strap on. After we’d done it, things seemed reluctant for the flow to start, but it happens sometimes, and it can start a little late. Ejaz told me t ring for an ambulance if the flow does not start again. He put the diabetic socks on for me. Issued the medications; no time left for a body check. That is no bother, I got most of them that I could reach earlier on the wet room visit.
Thanks, Ejaz.
I revisited the Porcelain Throne. It was a short visit. Nothing happened.
But plenty of long-drawn-out emissions of wind!
I pressed on determinedly with the blog updating!
It helped that I had a wonderful two-hour visit from 
. Amazing how well I was doing. Until 
dawned.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Horis floated off, and in came Darius. Ruining my day entirely. A bugger to shake him off, too! I’d been doing so well, but now I realise it was a four-hour session of darkness that I suffered through!
Anne Gyna visited as I started to imbibe the meal.
Carer Mizra called, and the last one was Carer Akeyo. I forgot to ask him to take my diabetic socks off. Struggling and bending painfully to get them off myself brought Loss-Balance-Bobbie and Dizzy Dennis to the fore. So effective they were that I could not get into the hospital bed, just too disorienting and painful.
So got into the second-hand shop bought nine years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
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Evening All!
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regions, but needed the use of the Porcelain Throne.
which I cannot recall all the Whoopsiedangleplops I had. 
The intercom chirped up again. It was the chap with the Iceland order to deliver. He was soon up at the flat.
He put the things into the kitchenette for me in no time. Thanked him.
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Just one bag of the Harry-Ramsdens frozen chips that had to go in the freezer, and I had to do some jiggling with the goods in there to make room for the tiger rolls.
the other nurses’ & Carers’ nibble selection on the carers’ table.
Earlier, I got the calendar clock updated. I missed the photo off, 
I also forgot these, taken from the balcony.
The intercom chimed again.
Despite how I was feeling, I still enjoyed this delightfully tasty meal.
I was working on CorelDRAW and felt a dampness on the Catheter leg. I investigate. 
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Morning urine, Ezaz classed as a number 6. Why the heck I put it on the graph as a 4, remains a mystery to me. I need to update the NHS graph, and I’m confident I’ll remember to. Tsk!
Porcelain Throne. Which, as it turns out, I needed suddenly on my way into the room. 
top! As my bum hit the plastic seat, there was what sounded like a splat, which took maybe 5 seconds to clear my bowels… but leaving a distinct feeling that a follow-up evacuation was already brewing! There was a mass of wind during the first evacuation. The minute spent on the Throne was dwarfed by the time it took me to clean up afterwards. 
picker-upperer from the floor of the wet room and then got on with cleaning my teeth. 
evacuation started of its own accord. Talk about lucky, I was. This session was perhaps all over quicker than the first one! That was because it was almost liquid. Making as much mess, though, for me to clean up. Now, 
dawned. I find it embarrassing to say, but I went into an unstoppable, fed-up, mammoth-sized sulk. How do these things happen to me every day?
I felt first, and got Kodak Tim 2, and took a snap. It didn’t turn out too well, but I wasn’t aware of that at the time. I cheered up a little. I returned to the wet room and got on with the cleaning again, almost contentedly.
areas, aftershace on shaving cuts, it’d been that long they all dried solid. Nasal spray was applied to the legs and ankles, using the picker-upperer and kitchen towels. Toothache tincture was used, and I 
Then I remembered to change the calendar clock. And booted the computer.
For an unknown reason, desperation and frustration, possibly?
A letter arrived. We are to have safety checks done on the flats. The workers will be abseiling up and down the outside for four days, checking the integrity of the building. They asked us not to open any windows fully. It’s good that the NCC looks after our safety.
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A day of Accifauxpas, Whoppsiedangleplops, errors, typographical cock-ups, failing cartilages causing a tumble, computer problems, computer cock-ups, medical cancellations, various Catheter Contraption pains, depressions, frustrations, confusion, Gladys Glaucoma vision problems, Anne Gyna stabbings, Tiffany Toothache, and Earache Erasmus. 
06:30hrs: Removed the catheter night pouch from the day contraption.
I went onto the balcony and noticed the usual carefree parking and the mudslide in the end car park. It wasn’t raining at 
the time. 
. I’ve not had any of these for a while, so long that I thought they had had their run. Sandra’s Seizures last longer, sometimes much longer. But this time, I felt it coming on as I shut down the Kodak Tim 2 camera. I stood gazing out the window, trying to focus on the view in hopes of avoiding distractions; an experiment of sorts —and I remained standing, checking my watch as I did so. 
with both hands
, or the times when you just can’t use a tin-opener or knife safely if at all, fit a key into a lock, or even get a plug into the computer or the kitchen sink
I officially HEX the liar from today!
Here comes the food, from Asda,
Sticky & Smokey BBQ baby potatoes,
I meant to order these beer-battered chips,
I can’t recall wanting these on the left…
Half & half, vegan and beef & veg pasties,
Cheesey cobs, from Asda’s bakery,
On Special Offer – LU cookie,
Cleaned and reloaded my nibble jars.
I had two no-butter buttered cobs, cheesie,
I was doing well on Thursday, with updating this blog, albeit late in the day.
I tried to snap it before emptying it. The photo I took did not show the balloon bulge well enough.
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For most of the day. Then, late on, 
Oh, dear, I’m wearing black diabetic socks & slippers.
Took a shot of the end car park, no mudslide.
Returned to the computer and noticed it had been raining. A mudslide had started in the end car park.
No rain, but the earlier bit we had was clinging to the glass of the window.
Opened the window to take this one.
I’ve got some peas, onions, and sweetcorn in the slow cooker, ready for later.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Then cut up some potatoes to bake to add to the meal. 
Blue skies and grey clouds.
The front car park on Citrus Walk.
a recorded Heartbeat episode.
I’d got through about half of what was in the dish, and just as I remembered, I had not put the potatoes in from the oven, I got the smell of burning up my nose.
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I caught my hand on the oven tray while taking it out.
I rewound the Heartbeat episode to catch up on what I’d missed, and started eating. I’d made too many potatoes and had virtually started eating another meal. I couldn’t manage it all, but ate all of the potatoes. For some reason… 
, visited, and this was unexpected but great!
! I dropped the dish into the water in the washing-up bowl, and a few drops splashed out onto the floor.
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was with me for the entire morning. Of course, I could hardly believe it. Deep inside my demented mind, there were sensations of an upcoming disaster, no less! My mind was right!
Following the glee of 4½hrs worth of Sod ’em all attitude
Really bad! I felt awful and frustrated. I’m getting this tale out of the way on Wednesday, midday. Just beginning to update this blog. At long last. Yesterday, Darius was so deep-rooted for most of the day. He’s stayed with me. Although nothing has changed, my fiddling nervously with things that scare me, and an uncertainty of getting any help, ensure that DDDDDD is present, but not so severely compared to Tuesday, yet. I’ll explain and get back to a semi-chronological Inchy Today.
THE DAY OF MISERY
Spot on lighter coloured urine,
Legs looking better all around, and the Cartilages were not collapsing at all! Super
The rain fell, but only for a few minutes.
Made a different view or two.
Tried to get the widest shot I could manage.
Can’t be helped.
Then…
I tried a closer shot.
Reserved for the meal later on.,
Ditto.
Ditto.
Ditto.
Crinkies for the Carers & Nurses.
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My walks through the tree copse, daily,
almost empty. As yesterday, once I got up and started moving about, I could feel the flow back in the bladder, and it was painful. Within a couple of minutes of taking off the night bag, the day bag began to flood. The colour was a number six grade on the NHS score chart.
Then higher.
Nice and comfortable fit, Ejaz did. The rear end wasn’t, though; that was stinging something awful. Ejaz managed to clean and medicate the insertion area. He left some of the items on the £300 second-hand shop purchase, circa 1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. But no bother, he’s had to do the catheter twice, and was running late. 
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The Intercom Rang Again: It turned out to be a lovely District Nurse. She had come to check on both 
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To the kitchen to get something to eat.
In both knees, and
gave way, all but having me over. I thought that DDDDD coming on was due to my silly excitement at the visits of 
Once again, back on the computer.
Three snaps of the kitchen sky view.
On Ejaz’s last call, bless him, he showed that he was listening to what I said earlier. He cleaned, dried, and applied barrier cream to my rear end. He also did a body check, and I appreciated it. 
Lucky to catch this shot!
I nearlt forgot the snap of the small, but lovely meal. 
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.
End car park.
Balcony. 
Strange cloud formations
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.
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Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!
To the left.
Down to Citrus Walk parking.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!
Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.
Sunshine waning.
Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.
Those chips were lovely!
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and 
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Produced only wind.
I spelt Haemorrhoids wrong.
Early balcony shots through the glass.
Then the same with the kitchen.
Citrus Walk in front of the prison.
Flushing problem on the
Gave it the best clean that I could manage.
Back to CorelDRAW.
Afternoon cuppa.
I obviously took this shot in error.
The original leak (on the left) had gone down well. But, Rebecca found a new one coming, and medicated it for me as well. (on the right). She said when the sin goes like mine, all leathery, cold men more are on the way. She will call next week to check on how they are. Bless her.
A smidge eerie so early in the afternoon.
Amazed at the new cloud types.
not getting the messages to the brain that I want to let go of the ‘shoot’ button from the dying off 
and or, more likely, the brain not responding in a timely fashion; thanks to the attentions of what was Diabetic Dementia, then Cognitive Dementia, changed to Vascular Dementia, and now is 
means I forget where I was, what I’d just done, why, and what was going to do in the first place. He’s also a bit of a git every time I write an Ode. I often start typing a word, and just go blank as I’m about to type it. That might be connected to my thinking of a word to use as a follow-up? Or not.
Beautiful!
And zoomed in a bit.
Cooking Time…
I may have overrated this one.