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Woke at 06:50hrs. Fought a battle with my reluctance and unwillingness to get up. Won it at 07:00hrs, and removed the catheter night bag. Balance exercises, and into the kitchen to take a snap of the view on offer. It looked a little dank in the kitchen on this snap.
It seemed a smidge depressing outside, too. The intercom buzzed, and I let in my Carer, Ejaz. Who arrived, gave me my medications, and emptied the nocturnal catheter bag… I heard him calling me, and hobbling to the wet room…
ARRGH! FLOODS in the wetroom. Thank heavens it was Ejaz who came; he turned on the shower, and the drain cleared the deep water. A right mess. I pressed the alert button, and Ejaz went into the room and took over the call; I was already panicking. They do not handle floods; we have to ring 0115 2222. So, Ejaz did. They were not open. We tried, but there was no answer on the General Inquiries number. Tried the Repairs number: 0115 9555. AI message: We are open between 8:30hrs and 17:00hrs.
I got the computer on and around 09:30hrs, I rang the Repairs number, but stopped, it may be better to ring ILC (Independent Living Coordinator).
Oberstgrüppenführeress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana first. On answerphone.
Updated some numbers in MS Word.
Tried the 5555 number and got AI. Pressed this for, that for, and 3 for, but couldn’t tell which was which. Then I rang the 2222 number. And got AI, with press this fir, and that for, and 3 for, but could not hear which was for which. I gave up and tried ringing Warden Deana again. Got through. Busy but will pop up to take a look.
Got the floor mats out and covered them with towels to help them dry. Went back and mopped up some water; it seems to be coming from the drain hole.
Wardens Deana & Julie arrived to investigate the leak problem. They will call the Maintenance for me and let me know the result. The dressing dropped off the arm wound, and I replaced it with a Heath Robison affair.
Which fell off ten minutes later. Determined to get it covered, I tried again. Wound cover, with tape at the top and bottom of the patch.
On the computer. For 14 minutes, the dressing dropped off again. This time I was getting short of plasters, gauze and tape. So, I used several small plasters to put on top… We’ll see how that goes.
Made a brew, and back on the computer. I’m so far behind now, I feel self-annoyed…. if that’s the correct terminology?
Carer called, and I told him the tale of the flood. Painkillers, nobody checks for yet another day. I’m hoping to get a shower and shave, which would wash off the creams, lotions, and foams. But only if the flooding doesn’t start again. If that starts, I’ll be in danger of slipping and taking a tumble. I bade my bad English understanding, but okay, Carer, a good day.

Back to updating yesterday’s blog – at long last, and it is already nearly 13:0hrs. Getting today started is questionable. However! I believe that waking up to the floods, then the arm wound kerfuffle getting it redressed, then so soon the leak was fixed, then I managed to get a dressing to stay on the arm; Small gains to some, a miracle to me. Thus, I am now even further behind than ever, but am singing away and seeing the funny side of everything… Why? High-Mood-Horis has been activated! Fanbloodytastic!

No info about the leak has arrived, 6 hours later. But I keep checking to see if it has started again. I’ll do it now… all clear, looking okay.

Back to the blogging. Got yesterdays done and sent… talking about scent, I will be so glad to get a wash & shave, it’s been that long I might not be able to find the wetroom. Hehehe! Phew, or rather phoo!

I’ve lost the EE word list I had been working on & off! AGAIN! High-Mood-Horis hastily departed, and Dark, Dank Depressing Darius returned, and I was a completely different character from the last few hours. Now, I swear I’m thinking of other failures as I search the computer for the missing file. I’d probably miss it with this nasty habit of wanting to find something else to blame myself for, taking priority in my changed state of mind. Getting help with this is a no-go. As with the other things, the plumbers haven’t checked yet. My left eye is making things hard on the computer. I’m sinking here. (16:15hrs). That’ll help the coroner work out the timeline. Should I do what I momentarily thought of while writing this?
I perhaps had a mini-seizure just now. The acid reflux I just smelt and tasted is an indication. No memory, of course, but I see that I conveniently wrote the time on this blog. It is now, as I sit here waiting for the after effects to die down, 16:50hrs. A Carer might be calling soon; I don’t want to be out of sync when they do.
I’m not going to move until I am sure the balance is okay. It should only take a few minutes max. I’m waffling again. And at the same time, I was talking to myself, non-stop. Didn’t like the answers I got.

The dressing fell of the arm again. I’ll leave it off now, it looks like it’s getting a lot better. I’d put some peas in the slow cooker many hours ago, and after tasting some, I got the potatoes in the oven, and went to close the computer; I might as well, not getting much done.

Back to save the stuff on the computer for closing down, and the mobile flashed once and beeped once. A text had arrived. It was from the NCC Maintenance department. It left me semi-confused; it said the electrician I had requested will be calling this evening, between 18:30 & 22:30hrs. This will be classed as an emergency repair. Baffled, I wondered why they had called an electrician and not a plumber. I assumed this was an error, and any minute now a plumber would arrive.
I smelt the aroma of the singed to death potatoes I’d left cooking. Threw them away, and made a substitute meal with some of the remaining roast potatoes in the freezer, peas and three Silesian sausages… not hostages, just in case Starmer is reading this blog – Hahaha!). There were not many left, and even fewer after I’d picked out the bad ones from the Asda bag. I removed the black-spotted spuds and binned them. 

I’m certain this time that I had a seizure, and damned lucky over it too! I came round with the usual acidity on its way up into my mouth and nose, and realised I was bent forward, with a terrible back-ache and on the very edge of the chair. I don’t know why I hadn’t fallen off of it! 
But, give me time!

A last effort with the now-working-again Kodak Tim 2.
I vaguely recall a few moments of, erm, er… reflection… no. Remeniscing? No. I feel like a fool again here. When I started this passage, I knew how I felt: I was moved by something this view inspired. I’ve been looking at the photo, hoping to recall, but no. This has happened, or things like it, on and off all day, very self-anger-making. Spit!… and SPIT again! Haha!

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Hard to believe, I know. But I rose at about 07:00hrs, and had no accifauxpas, tumbles, bleeds, or tumbles. Even the morning dizzies and loss of balance, Brenda, were far milder than those of the last. 👌🏻
Within minutes, the intercom sounded as I snapped a photo of the unchanged yet calendar clock. It was Carer Ejaz.
He issued the medications, hoovered up the carpet and picked up some dropped overnight items. He checked the medication drawer while I took the first shot of the late-morning view from the kitchen. After Ejaz departed, I noticed the sun breaking through behind the two buildings.
So I took two more photos to see the difference within a few minutes.
I got on the computer to do the Ode, and got carried away, yet again, with the word-list recovery… then, the computer froze on me. 
Should I risk unplugging everything and try starting again, or give it a while to see if it starts on its own? I can’t honestly say if I did or didn’t shut it down or wait… sounds complicated, doesn’t it, well, to me. I’ll tell yers why… I went into another seizure (I’ve been having a few more this last week), and I think it was a long one. Cause when I came out of it, firstly, the acid reflux was very mild; as the longer ones seem to be. Secondly, as my grip on reality – well, as much as I’ll ever get, returned, I realised the computer was working again! It took me a while to absorb what had taken place, but I do think I’d moved some graphics around on the page… But there’s no certainty in my state of mental health.
(Sympathy-Seeking again? Hahaha! 
I went to the kitchen for a safety check and spotted a rainbow. Not a string one, but beautiful all the same, and I  took a snap of part of it. Then noticed how much higher the rainbow went, and I could not get all of it by a long way into the frame. I turned the Kodak to take a portrait instead of a landscape, hoping for a sharper result.
It wasn’t as good as I wanted. A gentle rainbow is what I called it.

I found another Furry for the day. I may have used it earlier, but I don’t think I did.
What an absolutely fascinating expression on Silver’s face! The cool, laid-back casuak lolling. The warning from the eyes… posing with an almost threatening look at the camera operator, Tim, but no fear shown. Bootifull!

Oh, I missed this snap of sky that I took earlier, glad I realised I’d missed it, cause I think this one was one of my better efforts. Well, not really, just that the sky cloud colouring was so different and almost artistic. Still see some sun over the horison, and the various shades it casts actually took me back to my early 20s. And a buxon lass, name of Mavis, a bit of a brilliant artist; water painting was her forte; amongst other activities we shared. She had thick thighs, a willingness and liking for… But never mind that, my mind strayed offline then at the thought of her. I’d love to tell you more, but it might depress me, at the fact that she is now only a much-missed memory. Hehe! 

Derious moment here for a few seconds. I’d not made many memory notes on the pad, spending too much time trying to catch up. But when I consulted them, it was impossible to read them with both eyes, obviously with the left cataracted eye, but even when I blocked the left eye, I had trouble seeing with the so-called right eye. Did you follow that? I didn’t. 

I put the potatoes and peas in the oven and took two snaps of the evening view to the right, then to the left of the kitchenette window.
They came out surprisingly decent for me, and I think I went into a relatively superior .
Hehehe!

I baked some mini-potatoes and added cheese on top of each half of a spud. On the tray, I added some vinegar and fried onions. With three tasty Solowka bestsilesia sausages. Plus a pot of lemon meringue dessert.
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I sense that tomorrow will start off badly,
Much self-flagellating, from gaiety to negativity,
Not that I’ve got insight or sapiency,
But I know it’s true, believe me…
It’s Monday night, as I write this, you see?
And still in need of logicality & sentiency!
And I write Odes, anacoluthically,
I must face reality even if hypothetically!

TTFN Each I Fank You!
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It is now Sunday night.
Today’s events did me no good, and I’ve been drifting off from anything I started. Often, I don’t get back to finish them. So much happened today. If you don’t mind, I’ll just mention the important stuff and anything prompted by the photos taken. Sunday was worse for the mind-wandering; I thought today was bad enough. I’ll try to get it done & posted before midnight. If I don’t leave reality again. I hope to get it done, then decide whether I have time to start on Sunday’s blank blog. Ho, better get some sleep, this is getting ridiculous. Tsk!
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Morning snap – I got up late, and this is the major Whoopsie of the day coming up… 
I’d been asleep when the Carer rang the intercom. I admitted him on the panel, and went to get the kettle on. I was a smidge off balance and confused with waking and getting u[ far yoo soon, before getting my balance. But thought I’d cope, I’ve had it worse than this… The next thing I remember…
Carer Ejaz was lugging me into the front room and the aged, grotty-looking, c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. A mild taste of the acrid stink coming up into my mouth was not at first realised, and I wondered what the heck had happened. Ejaz explained it to me graphically. Then wrote some notes for me to use, realising I may not recall what he’s told me. Ejaz was standing behind me as I went to put the used teabags in the waste bin on the door handle. He saw me going down and fitting my head on the door. Said I just went down rather slowly, and he, like a shot, got me into the other room and the recliner.
He’s Saved The Day Again! 
I’d be lost without Ejaz, no doubt.
But the rest of the day was iffy, I think. Good job, I took a few snaps, even if only from the windows.

Balcony in the drizzle & mist

Not sure why I took this one of the open fridge?

Wandered off the blog and onto the word listing again!

My Glaucoma-affected eye started doing some visual gynastics, and I could not use the computer, RV or read for two hours or so. During this period, I tried to make a mug of tea… Yes, I dropped the just-filled mug on me and the floor. I’ll beg whoever calls next to help me clean it up. I forgot, and the stains are still there in the kitchen now (Sunday night). Humph! 
Then I went to the Porcelain Throne and walloped my shoulder on the wdgw of the door. I’ll try to explain quickly what my vision was like in the bad eye.
It was mostly the same of before, but then I started getting ghostly, big floaters, joined by the regular black, spidery ones, with moments of no vision at all. I had a couple of times when everything seemed to have a runny custard going or coming down. I’m so glad I’ve got a lift to the EENT appointment on Thursday. This is due to Carer Ejaz again, and they have reduced his calls dramatically during the week. Spit!

4-Plumbers arrived to search for the cause of the leak that was flooding the flats below. I was not up to much yet after the near tumble-seizure. I left them looking at the kitchen, the airing cupboard and the wet room. A bit of banging and drilling was heard, and I thought this did not bode well. Eventually they showed up in the room, told me I had the all-clear, and shot off. Or was this yesterday? Anyway, I went into the bathroom and…
All my things on the sink had been either knocked off or moved…
I found some of the items on the floor at the side and back of the WC. No way could I risk bending down again, so I left them there. Then I realised I had been bending when I collapsed, putting the teabags in the bin bag. Not sure what that indicates.

The peas had been in the slow cooker for about eight hours now, on the lowest setting. I heated some faggots up in onion gravy and added the peas.
A crusty baguette… Let the feast begin!

Number Two Whoopsie, in order of severity
I got the night catheter on and was planning on getting in bed… but a summoning from the innards indicated I’d be best getting to the Porcelain Throne with a degree of urgency… the innards were right!
I didn’t get there in time!
But the good news is that Trotsky Terence was less acute than usual, thus the mess was far less messy!
Unfortunately, as I bent down to retrieve the escaped-of-its-own-accord little semi-soft torpedo, my spectacles dropped of my head, and I got the dizzies,  and sat down on the seat hastily… I felt and heard the glasses and frame cracking as I trod on them!

Not a good day.
Then again, when are they?

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04:40hrs: Awoke with a jump.
Thanks mainly to my ailment , having
a go at me. However, this was a good thing! It ensured that I could get up in time to have a good scrub-up in the wet room before a Carer called, without rushing. Good idea? It did not work out. I got to the wet room, carrying out the traditional clouting ly my shoulder on the door frame, setting off . The need to utilise the  arose, and I got settled on the porcelain to urge the motion along. A hard one this morning. And boy did it flow once it started! It filled the basin more than ever before. I might have a salad for nosh tonight, avoiding the spicy foods. I cleaned things up and got the brush & toothpaste ready. I dropped them both, and both bounced about, ending up underneath the outflow pipe behind the Throne! I grabbed the wetroom picker-upperer and bent down to retrieve the absonded items…
! I got the left arm caught on the lid, and it bled, but not a lot. It hurt, though. Hehe!
Having failed in my rescue operation, I tried again. And scratched my right knee on the same bit of the lid.  Naturally, I laughed it all off, of course.

Made me forget to shave, brush my teeth, take my meds, freshen up, etc.
I hobbled into the kitchen, oblivious to my memory loss, to take a couple of Kodak Tim2 photos of the dark morning view from the window. Determined this time to get some better results than of late.
Ah, well, you can’t win them all. I’ve done better. Then again, I’ve also done much worse efforts. Haha!

Carer arrived, and I think I had a seizure, but did not record it cause I’m not certain. For some reason, I can’t recall much of this visit, which is why I assume I might have had a mini seizure, but no acid tastes were coming up from the guts into my mouth.

I really got carried away with the wordlist reclamationing. That’s the wrong word, innit?
Made a brew, and got back onto building of the new replacement word list.

The second Carer call of the day, painkillers only taken, as this was when I realised that I’d not yet washed & shaved. Tsk!

Something seemed either missing or different on this snap taken from the balcony of the end car park. But, what? Got back to the word listings.

Afternoon sky photographicalisations taken from the kitchenette windows.
The first is to the left, toward the city.
Then wider and a little higher, and the fire alarm went off! (I thought)
But it was the television that had either been left on or it came on of its own accord. I do feel such a fool! One more effort, with the small cloud above seemingly bombing those below with little puffy clouds. Haha!

I Don’t Recall This Happening Before…
But, knowing me, it may have.
The innards summoned me back to the Procelain Throne, compliantly responded.
Settled as comfortably as I could on the plastic seat lid and waited for the contents to start their evacuation. The last thing I recall was feeling the slow buildup as it made its way out of my rear end… Zzz!
As I woke up, 
It was a Carer, I’d fallen asleep on the toilet seat for three hours! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then.
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PEACE & REST, TO YOU ALL – MY BEST
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I hate every bloody Wednesday!

Often no time to do the laundry,

Nurses call, each one is in a hurry,

But they keep their appealing attractancy,

Concentration gone, Inchy reacts abstractedly,

Getting the cleaning done? It’s chancy,

High-Mood-Horis is an absentee,

Doctor’s appointment is set for next Tuesday.

And the hospital, EENT, for the 6^th of January,

Nowt heard from neurology, it’s all a mystery,

Text from Doctor, I’m to visit the surgery…

Date given? 10^th December, that’s today!

No wonder Darius had such an extended stay!

I wanted help, felt the need to pray…

Phoned Virgin about the remote for the TV,

Well, Carer Ejaz did, it wasn’t me…

He’s a gift, an Angel, a treasure to Inchie,

Carer rang off, spitting blood, aggravatedly,

At customer service, they lack any ability,

They wanted me to send a photographic ID!

My bank number, why, I couldn’t see…

They’d my number, password and word in memory,

We both felt we’d floated into an ethereality,

The man on the line showed aduncity…

Uncaringness, superiority, and asperity,

No affinity or affability, he oozed adversity,

Why did he want my card number? Baloney!

I related this to Trustpilot immediately,

Virgins’ Trust Rating was just 1.3…

Tried again to phone the Doctor in Neurology,

To tell him I’d got Peripheral Neuropathy,

“We only work Monday, Tuesday & Thursday,

That’s what the AI thingy told me today,

I mopped the kitchen while Ejaz did the laundry,

The bending made me go off balance & dizzy,

Had to order Catheters to catch my pee,

Tried to ring the Cardiac Surgery,

In an effort to be sure and guarantee…

My next appointment was on the 1^st of January,

Depressed, miserable, and feeling poorly,

I need a miracle, or even a hopeful epiphany,

I’m moaning; Heaven may hear my plea…

Whatever will they put in my elegy?

I ask this cause I’m running out of energy,

“He came, He failed, then left feeling empty,

He was in agony, and also self-angry,

Confused, and rightly felt ashamedly,

Aged, now considered to be curmudgeonly…

Self-fault-finding, grumpy & grouchy…

Cantankerous, querulous, and crotchety,

 Only Carers & Nurses visit Inchie…

Ambulances take him away occasionally,

Iceland, Asda, Ocado, with a food delivery,

He’s never been accused of being unfriendly…

Although he has been a détraquée.
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Nearly all of the day is in the Ode.
Hectic, without my Carer I’d have lost in a mind of confusion and uncompleted tasks.

In the morning, I deleted all of the photos on Kodak Tim 2, thinking I’d already put them in the WordPress gallery – I hadn’t!

Not a lot then…
What a clot!

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I woke up with persistent jerking in his morning routine to the left routine… right, left, left, left, right, left in progress.
Then the stabbing pains returned as joined the action. No choice but to get up, take some hopefully calming but not very good Peptac, and take Lansoprazole early to get it working faster, and tell the Carer I’ve taken them.
I had to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch first, so as not to tempt fate by walking around with four feet of tube and carrying the pouch. Thus reducing the chances of yet another by tripping over them. The nurse who I was told would come to look at my arm and leg injuries would come on Sunday night or on Monday. Hopefully, she will arrive today.

Then I went to the wetroom to visit the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear…
Not as sloppy as things have been for the past few days. It started the moment I was seated… it came, and came, and came again. I tried to recall what I had for dinner last night, but my brain was temporarily out of order. And stayed that way all day. And
 It was as bad as he’s been in months; this bothered and hindered me all day long. That said, it cleared a little around 20:30hrs, and I took advantage to start updating this blog. Another hectic day for the old man!

Back on the timeline, I went to the kitchen to take a photo of the view. It was sprinkling with freezing rain, and I thought how dark it was this morning. I checked my ‘Cool’ retro clock calendar to find it was only 04:30hrs, and I’d been up for about half an hour. I cussed myself a smidgeon, fool!
So, I made use of the time I thought I’d got, emptied of crumbs, and washed and dried the glass-and-plastic nibble containers. I’ll get them refilled later.
Was still getting at me, so I took an over-the-counter bought Co-Codomal. I’d dosed up well, and the Carer is going to give me some more later.

I then got the Health Checks done. Recorded them and noticed some things, apart from the SYS being a little high, which is nothing new since I got out of the Hospital on my last stay. My temperature was creeping up, although it had been low, so no problem, methinks. The blood results had gone down a bit this week. The urine was a fair bit deeper in colour. And the Whoopsies & Accidents had increased a lot. Today, I dropped more things than I have for… ever, I think. Also , or to be precise, it was my . The doctors warned me years ago what would happen, and they were spot on. Neurotransmitter imbalances are linked to various neurological and psychiatric conditions, making them crucial targets for treatment. Imbalances contribute to depression, anxiety, Parkinson’s disease, epilepsy, multiple seizures and Alzheimer’s. It’s only this year that I have started letting go of anything I am holding, and, conversely, there are times when I cannot let go of things. Funny really. The above was printed in 1995 by the NHS. (I found it on the web) Since being diagnosed, I was told there is nothing we can do to mend dead nerves, so they didn’t give or offer any treatments. Then, when I had my stroke. Nothing has been done medically since they released me. Then, when the seizures started, nothing had been done. I had one face-to-face meeting with a neurologist, who said he needs a video of me having a seizure before he can assess the safest route to take. Two weeks later, I had one while a Carer was here, and she recorded it. We sent it to the Neurosurgeon, and I felt I’d taken a step towards getting some help now. That was on November 3rd. Still haven’t heard anything back. The other Neurosurgeon on my 3-week visit to the Hospital told me about the water on my brain. Mentioned the chances of a Trephination. I heard nothing more.
A week before being sent back to my cell… I mean, flat, a Doctor came to the bed I was in with a smile on his face. “Well, we resuscitated you…” I must have looked gobsmacked, I was. “You had heart failure… can you not remember?” No! I wondered if he’d come to the wrong bed? No memories of leaving the ward at all.
The help from the social, half promised in the form of finances, a computer, arithmaphobia, and housekeeping didn’t arrive either.
That’s another thing, no help with the depression.
It took me 3 weeks after I’d lost vision in my left eye to get to the optician for an assessment and for him to refer me to the QMC EENT of an evaluation. I believed it was Glaucoma. Why? I’ll tell you… 
When I had the cataract done on my right eye, the surgeon told me I had Glaucoma coming in my left eye. Once you’re over this, we’ll get you booked in for treatment. That was four years ago. So, naturally, I assumed the sudden lack of vision in my left eye was caused by Glaucoma. But, no. The optician said it was cataracts and referred me to the EENT clinic for acceptance. Three weeks later, I got a letter telling me I had been added to the waiting list. If I haven’t heard from them in five weeks, ring them.
Since coming out of the last extended stay in the Hospital after a tumble, I’ve had two more. But they were only visits to the Hospital, no staying in. Last Sunday, I took a tumble. I think a Carer rang the Community nurses. They said someone will call later today, or on Monday morning. A nurse arrived today, Tuesday. I believe that the impaired vision, my now being one-eyed, is making my balance worse, and I’m bumping into more things now. Just thought I’d update you. Hehe! Sorry. 

Staying with me nearly all day today. Could not get a look in today. As if I wasn’t feeling down enough, I had two food orders on the same day, 3 hours apart. I’m scared to open the fridge, it’s that crammed with food. But the social lady is on her way to help me. Huh! I just cannot recall making two orders. The first one, yes. The second, well, no.

The Carer arrived late today, not that I noticed at the time, I’d got stuck into making up the replacement word list. Why? I don’t know, honestly. Yet guilt may have hit me a few times, and I did try to get some jobs done. But did not start the blog until late. It is now well past midnight, and I’ve still got some company.  

As I was taking this snap of the view on offer, the Asda delivery arrived. This was expected, and the Carer helped me get the food to the kitchen, bless her.

A good few bags, I’d loaded up with the bottled water again, to keep plenty in to satiate the demands of the Catheter and bladder. Four litres a day as a  minimum
Sponge fingers. No-butter butter, yoghurts aplenty.
Chestnuts, sourdough sliced bread, Cheesecakes,
BBW skewers and some mini pork pies.
Visciously strong Ginger beer, garden peas, and the sliced bread, with designer cheapo mini Swiss rolls.
Swiss Rolls; Nothing but the best, they may be the cheapest, but who else that Asda go to all that trouble to save you doing it with your teeth as you consume these little delicacies? Please note how they pre-crush these miniature delights for customers. I think I may have overdone it on the cheesy bread rolls and small baguettes. 

I pressed on in a depression, building my new word list. If I can live another twenty years, I might get it done to see me to the magic 100. Hahaha!

I got a phone call, but the line was bad again. It was the Doctor’s surgery, where I was told my INR level had risen but was still within range. Adding to keep to the last Anticoagulation DVT Warfarin Clinic dosage until December 22nd. Any new bruising (When have I ever got any new bruising?) I’ve to report it. I forgot to ask who I had to report it to.

The intercom rang forth: “Hello, hello… what now?” It is not the Carer’s time yet? It was the contract nurse who came to take my blood.

Back to the slow, oh, so slowly being done word list.

The computer froze!
I feared the worst (with my luck, it’s only natural). Despondent, I turned off the computer to give it a rest, while O prayed and made a mug of tea.
I opened the fridge door to get the milk, and a load of food fell out onto the floor.
Including the yoghurts – two burst open and left me a right mess for me to clean up. Grrr!

A painful task with all the bending to get at the dessert that had seemingly made a beeline for the corners to run into, and between the cabinet and the cooker. Still, I wasn’t bothered.

Back to the computer and restarted it, fingers crossed.
Well, it opened, but rather slowly. I opened Excel, then Word; these programmes were even slower in loading. So I used CCleaner and found out the price is going up by 20%. I blame Starmer!
Then I used Norton to clean it again… Well, fancy that. Their costs are rising, and to keep using the cleaner bit on it, I have to pay from now on! 
My eyes, well, eye was feeling the strain of so long on the computer, was getting no better, and now had joined it. At one time, she was so vicious it hurt, but she’d soon had a brief bit of fun, then faded back to the micro-suddering. Thankfully.
Then I opened CorelDraw, and while it was open, I tried to upload the pictures from Kodak Tim 2. Which went okay. After importing them, whenever I moved one, CorelDraw left a duplicate. This left me more depressed than ever. I turned of CorelDraw.

ARRGH! A Second Food Delivery!
It’s doing this so often, and the self-loathing and inability to stop doing it are getting to me. I’ve been promised help with it, but no one has been.
Fried onions, extra strong cheddar cheese (which wasn’t strong at all!), milk, Sokolow sausages, a jar of pickled tomatoes, and bicarbonate of soda. Out of sight, wait for this… Nine one-litre bottles of soda water! More desserts.

Back to the computer, and the Google browser kept closing down of its own accord. All off, and rebooted. Getting nervous now.

I took a break and thought I’d get the cheeses out of the fridge (Carefully) and plan tonight’s meal. I say , “Tonight, it’s already morning.” Much to my further chagrin, I found that one of the Moroccan tomatoes had gone mouldy, and two had gone soft!
Cheese, fried crispy onions, caramelised red onions, and thick sliced sourdough bread, well buttered with no-butter, butter was my plan, if I can stay awake.
A super-salad tonight… well, it would have been, had the Moroccan tomatoes sold as ‘Extra Special’ not tasted like sour liquorice! But I’m afraid they did!
The Extra Mature cheddar was nothing of the sort. The Stilton was super, as was the sourdough bread.
The Polish tomatoes were tastier.

It is now about 03:30hrs, I’ll put the pots in the sink and get down in the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner, and get some sleep.
But, no, not yet. 
I felt a warm trickling inside of the right leg strappings. No doubt the fluid was coming from dear old , and I had to get the socks off and wash them so they would be dry for the morning to use. But by the time I’d painfully got the leg straps off, and found there was a lot of blood in with the pmpth fluid. So I filled a bowl with hot water and Dettol, and washed the feet. No Carer to help now, and I could not get the other medical socks or the straps back on, too painful a job. I cunningly got some cushion leg bandages and somehow managed to get them on as low as I could reach. And got down with a large quilt of my large-bellied body! Sleep came quickly.

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Had another tumble.

And the catheter bag leaked,

Struggling with virtually one eye now.
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All the bestest!
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I’ve gett some old odes on.

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