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I woke up, finding my disgustingly jelly-bellied body in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige-coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. So, I didn’t make it to the bed, then. Then, I drifted off to sleep again. Waking once more at 03:50hrs. I think I started to muse over the doctor’s visit on Saturday and all the problems I’ve got to get over to get there… then drifted off into the land of nod. Waking up at 06:10hrs. I then went into semi-panic mode! Gotten-Himmel! I’ve got the Ocado 
order arriving between 06:00 & 07:00hrs! I fumbled out of the recliner and hastily removed the nocturnal catcher bag.
Then, I sped… well, hobbled as quickly as I could to the wet room, for annoyingly, I needed a wash and freshen up, and even more botheringly, to use the Porcelain Throne. Just my luck, Trotsky Terence was back in control of the evacuation. Panic mode is stage 3 now. I was trying to get the things cleaned up to avoid missing the 
delivery, and I couldn’t hear the door chime in the wet room. No new pants were on, so I left the old ones on and got a fresh dressing gown.
I stayed in the kitchen and hallway, got the waste bags, and ensured the return bags were handy.
I took a snap of the view and checked the weather. I can hear the buzzer in there.
There was no rain, but we had 
some more in the night. I know that because I nipped onto the balcony to check the mudslide situation in the car park.
As I came back in, I confirmed that Doreen Dementia had me by the goolies. I realised that the time now was 05:45hrs!!! I’ll change the battery on the 
clock letter. Humph!
Ten minutes later, the door chime chimed as the delivery arrived. The driver put the bags through the door for me. Asking if I was alright, Adding, You’re looking a little pale, mate; I thought I was doing okay given the panic modes, Trotsky Terence, dirty 
PPs on, and the lesion bleeding. Haha! I started unloading the bags. As you can some good stuff was delivered today. The cream cakes were 
not for me. No, really! Everything in this photo was, though. Yummy!
Yellow tomatoes, Polish-cooked bacon, lemon mousse, yoghourt, and fresh garden peas—slurp! Boczek and classic bacon. They tasted so excellent!
The peas are Nigerian. I’m hoping things go well today so I can make a good nosh of small roast potatoes, some 
peas, and bacon before midnight. But it didn’t work out. I’ve had computer problems all day long. It’s already 21:25hrs, and I’m only up to here. To say all I’ve had come, the fridge didn’t look overfull. But it’s quality, not quantity.
I’ve got plenty of bladder juice, mind you. I’ve got some cordial, a lemon and a lime 
for when I get sick of drinking plain water.
I flavoured a bottle of Highland Spring water and put it in the cabinet near my knees when I’m on the computer. It has non-opening drawers and doors that have fallen off. It’s beginning to make worrying creaking noises, but when I remove the hearing aids, the noise disappears.
I then got some of the mini-potatoes to roast later on. I’m sure I’ll get time before the early morning hours. Tsk!
I cut out the cooking instructions and timing from the bag and left it on the tray with the potatoes. However, I fear it may result in me having a bag of crisps and falling asleep.
I spent hours changing things on the computer to save memory. When it started refusing to save graphics again, I used Ccleaner. Everything has to be turned off while it does a check and clean-up. This means every program I use after the scan needs to be signed into again!
More time lost… but it got even better… the lousy luck, I mean! Excel does not allow me to save anything; the same goes for MS Word! So, I can’t do the Health Checks anymore; I mean, record them. Eventually, I could save again. Then CorelDraw Crashed! This time, a box came up for me to tell them what I was doing when it crashed. I told them uncertainly what I thought of their ‘miserably pathetic service I’m being charged for’. I offered them some advice, pointing out that I wish to leave, get out of the contract, and find a graphic package that may let me work and work itself! But they have never replied to the dozens of complaints I’ve made previously.
I’m going to have to cut things short. Here are my quick notes and the photos I have left. Carer Shaquille, then Carer Sam, and Carer Kara, who took a minute to search for and find the night bags that I’d assured her three Carers and I had searched for without any luck. She found them in minutes! She is good!
CarerPromise did the last two calls.
A JS’s order for next week was done.
Photographicalisations of the changing sky views throughout the day. The sun came through for a while as if to just say ‘Hello’ to me. Hehe!
On his last call, Carer Promise medicated me and took off the diabetic socks for me.
I can’t continue for much longer. I’m tired and hungry. Making the planned meal will be complicated and time-consuming, but I hope it will also be delicious.
I can hope. Haha! I asked Carer Promise not to put the nocturnal pouch on yet, as carrying it and the stick while cooking my meal would be awkward. He left it on the bed for me.
This snap is from this morning when I had my mug of Glengettie. No, it was Thompson’s Punjana tea and four dunked bikkies.
I’m going to start the cooking process now. I’ll try to read some comments while the potatoes are roasting. A flood of comments has come in, and I don’t want to miss replying to either of them.
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Roast Potatoes – Urgh!
Garden Peas – Okay
Red Onions – Good
Tomatoes – Nice
Boczek – Grrreat!
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and looked in the wet room. Taking off the catheter’s added day bag while in there. The hallway and then the kitchen. I went back to the front room, and the realisation that Little Inchie was bleeding came to my attention as the blood dropped on my bare feet. I was Gobsmacked when the door chime-chimed, and in came Carer Richard. I apologised for keeping him waiting as I 
cleaned up Little Inchy and put on some of the mendicant to stop the bleeding. I went through to the front room to see Carer Richard and apologised for keeping him waiting.
Then, I had a wash and brush up and started the computer. But had to return to the wet room for a rear-end evacuation
‘s turn to be in charge. Even more blood got rid of. Still, not much cleaning up to be done after the event.
First shots from the balcony.
I think I got up around 04:00 hours. And it’s now 18:00hrs, and the rain has not stopped!
Jumping Jehoshaphat! What a fantastic-tasting nosh I made tonight! It was a simple fare: a tin of tomatoes, cheap bacon bits cooked in the oven, and boiled potato cut into cubes in a bowl. With Milk Roll slices bread, and a lemon & lime yoghourt to follow. Great!
I’m in danger of cheering up here!
After washing the pots, I took a few snaps from the kitchenette window. 
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I left the pouch on top of the bed so the caregiver could see it and give me a colour rating figure for the NHS Blood Pressure record.
I changed the ancient calendar clock to today’s setting. They were manual when they were made, which I imagine was in the early 1970s.
It was actual Goose Fair weather out there, as I took a photo of the fog and drizzle falling. Later in the day, a rain warning was issued.
As I turned from the kitchen window, my limited anger brewed! The annoyance was aimed only at me. I’d left the hot water tap running yet again! So, it is more hassle as I’ll have to get the ablutions done much later when the water heater kicks in. Oh, lucky me! Idiot!
Carer Richard came in. The lad was on his crutch, and it was the end of his shift, so he was paid with his leg and ankle, which were all strapped up again. He sorted the medications for me and then checked the medical drawer stocks. I’d hoped to remember to ask him to check the us-by-date on the filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, but as usual, I forgot to. Frustrating!
The rain has lightened a smidgen, but it is still falling. I poddled onto the balcony to take a shot of the Citrus Way end car park’s mudslide coming down from Woodthorpe Grange Park. I imagine that the constant flooding may damage the flats’ foundations. But I couldn’t give a toss, as I feel today. Utterly frustrated and depressed with the lack of action and help with any 
problems being actioned on. 
Now, If I could get a little livelier…Ha-Ha! 
with the dreaded getting the fresh PPs on. The water is heating up, but I’ll give it another hour to ensure it will be hot enough to shave in. 
I’m back! The hot water was not warm enough for a shower, so I did the shaving first. I may add that it was a cutless shave, too! My first 
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cream. 
ad to read that a few times to understand it. Hehe! Well, here’s a selfie of me in my Poncho at the computer.
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Carer Promise could not find any night Catheter Pouches. We did a long search for them. All I could recall… or thought I could, was Promise opening a new bag last week, and instead of taking one out, took the lot out. At the time, I was sure this happened. But our mutual search proved negative. Now, with the tiny day pouches that are far too small, I had a problem. Promise called the Carers office and departed, saying he would be back. He returned and attached a 2nd-day bag to the current-day bag. Although both were small, they still overreached the floor when I stood up. This meant I’d have to bend down to empty it during the night. He added that a Carer would call on me a few times overnight to ensure things were okay. This gave me more confidence, and I dubiously thanked him, and off he went. 
Lamburgers and potatoes with sauce, eating the lamb in wholemeal bread sandwiches. I dropped the pot of lemon yoghourt, it burst open. By then, I was so low with all the problems on my mind that I could get no help with them, and I saw no solutions to put right.
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It was another night of waking up with a jerk and jump. Each time I spurted awake, I could hear the noise from Goose Fair, which is over a mile away from the flats. It wasn’t until I woke again at 02:00hrs that the cacophony began to die down. But the jumping awake kept on for a while longer. 
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this terrible photo of it. It’s not one of the better ones, but the need for the Porcelain Throat developed as I took it. So I took the pouch to empty into the wet room with me and got seated on the plastic, just in time! The flow started and came. And came, then came a little bit more! This morning, there was a definite increase in 
the acidity of the smell. Phew! 
I went into the kitchenette and checked the faucets, fridge, and cooker; all were okay.
Then, it started again with the computer. CorelDraw first. I lost hours when it froze and had to reboot. But when it began, it froze again! A window came up asking what I was doing when it crashed. But it didn’t let me write anything before it disappeared! So, with my fingers crossed, I had to shut everything down and reboot afresh. A fat lot of good that did. It loaded up so far, but without one of the toolbars showing, it froze again! Now, I was as near to angry as I’d been for ages.
And the antique battery clock thingy is still working. I haven’t dropped it yet. I’m looking for signs of things improving,
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I took this sky view earlier in the day, but somehow, I missed posting it on the blog.
A simple meal for a simple imitation man.
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Really, the only ailments that ruled the day were in the first place:
, she was well in the lead. She must have given way at least ten times up to now. Second came:
. But the rather expensive pain spray did keep her partially under control. But, it may have broken the heart of the Bank Manager. I’m expecting more emails and texts from him. And thirdly: 
She enjoyed a rare day and night-long ball with some of her best efforts to date. Not all of them were really bothersome. She would cunningly, repeatedly give me between 3 to 6 mini strikes up to the knee from the ankle, then drop a cracker that would reach up as far as my groin! 
missed. As I emptied the catheter nocturnal pouch, the need for the 
The new to me, ancient clock was adjusted,
Late morning shot.
An hour or so later, I took another.
The £599.00 /100 ml Toothache pain 
The clouds began to clear.
Carer Joanne (or was it Carer Shaq or Perfect?) put on my socks for me after I’d done the ablutions, at long last. I was still down, and the computer was not working correctly again, and my heart sank.
I was checking the two ready-made meals I hoped to have later on in the same dish. I snapped them. 
A bit of brightness getting through.
A delectable double-dinner!
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Another morning of waking up with a hint… not a big one… maybe just an inkling of a suggestion of nearly a mock contentment! And this after being wickedly broken up overnight by Thought Storming Steve, Electric Shocking Sherida, and a vicious attack of phenomenal power and length by Shuddering Shoulder Shirley! I can’t explain why, but I suspect she enjoyed it!
I should have been feeling shattered, done-in, miserable
sank in. It was a Billy Fury song, ‘Cross My Heart,’ released in 1959 on the Decca label
I went into the kitchen to check the taps, fridge doors, and oven, which were not left on, and all was shipshape. Then I went onto the balcony to take a snap of the overnight rain 
and mud that had slid down into the end car park. Then took a picture of nearby houses and part of the tree copse. I could smell the petricore through the cracks in the windows in the wind. Carer Maryham arrived just as I was in the wet room, about to have a wash and struggling with a nasty, mind-blowing seizure. She was very understanding and helpful. Bless her. I know she was relaxing me. But details of the next 20 minutes were minimal. Yet I returned to as near normal as I ever will do, and the memory from then on was much better. She helped me with a computer problem that 
arose earlier, I think. Thanks, Gal! ♥
I soon realised why I thought I was doing well when I restarted Grammarly, which had stopped working, and it found 76 errors on its list!
have no idea what happened. When Carer Seun arrived, I felt cheery but vague. I recall her putting on the diabetic socks for me. She didn’t like the growth on the ankle, but there were no extra pains from that area, apart from Electric Shocking. Sherida started stinging again, but not badly. She got a call on her mobile and rushed off
Nice gal, I’ve not seen her before.
When I hobbled to the door, a box was on the floor in the outer hall. It was from the Low-Cost Food Shop. Some tasty nibbles were delivered, including Twiglets, Jacobs cheese and pickle biscuits.
I snapped two more shots, this time to show how the high-up-in-the-sky pictures showed blue coming through while the lower area was dark.
Oh, I forgot! I took this photo earlier. While the sun was getting partially through.
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balance was all shot. Of the first ten minutes, I don’t recall a lot. However, I gained a modicum of awareness after emptying the nocturnal catheter 
pouch and taking the BP Readings. I was back in the Hyper range again. The temperature had fallen by six points! Cartilage Chloe started to play up, and has not stopped since, as I hastened to the Porcelain Throne.
later made me drop the pouch I’d just opened. You can imagine the state of play.
massaging of the Phorpain Gel on the Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees. Getting the 
fresh PPs on was the hardest bit of the whole operation. Had I gone into detail about the mess, I might have lost readers; that’s how bad it was! I decided a mug of tea would go down well.
After cleaning the wet room properly, I took this snap from the kitchen window. I also made up the waste bags and left one big one near the front door. Finally, I put the kettle on.
Then Carer Shaquille arrived, and I was about to take the tea into the main room for a relaxing rest and sip of Glengettie tea. 
I took another snap of the miserable view on offer.
I’d traipsed bits into the main room and hallway cleaning up earlier, so I got the vacuum out. From the look of it, I got it wrong with the camera again.
Two tomatoes for tonight’s meal… although it looks more like it will be the morning’s meal, judging by my lack of progress on the blog, Humph!
Still no rain, and it seems to be getting lighter? There’ll be a reason for this, but I have absolutely no know what it might be. Hehe!
The clouds look beautiful as far as I’m concerned.
And Carer Jennifer came in, giving me a little dance as she did. Hehe! She told me she was here for the cleaning session
good job, too, with a pleasant manner.
The clouds had dwindled. Just a few lint ones that seemed to be moving quickly in the sky… well, they would, I suppose, as opposed to moving quickly in the canal? Hahaha!
After a while, I thought I saw lightning through the curtains. So, I investigated.
Drank it and dunked three biscuits. I lost heart with blogging; that’s never happened before.
I’ll have to catch up with the blog in the morning.
Arrived.
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I straightened the bedclothes and limped to empty the pouch. (A number six on the NHS colour 
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I combined the kitchen and front room bins into one and put them near the door to take to the chute later. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the tea had gone cold, so I
so I checked everything in there. Oh, dear, I filled another bag with outdated items. Tsk! But even this didn’t phase me. I got a summoning to visit the 
The intercom sounded; it was the Asda order arriving. This made me realise that it was only 06:10 hrs. What flipping time did I get up feeling all perkily? 
I got the bags inside and started sorting things out. They had sent all the bread ordered, which was good, 3 small sliced milk roll loaves, and a bag of mini wholemeal rolls.
Sorted the fresh stuff for the fridge. Some reet-treats here! Red spring onions, a tomato multi-type pack, 4 Lemon & Lime yoghourts, a lemon mousse, and two lemon curd yoghourts! Marmite-flavoured cheese, lamb patti, a BBQ-flavoured pork pie, and a cornish pastie to boot! I shall eat well tonight! I’ll have 
none of the meat, I’ve still got a lot of the Sokolow seasoned bacon to use, and I’m not going to waste it… I’m going to eat it! Hahaha! Oh, I forgot, I thought I’d made a mistake with the Asda order. The above medication arrived with it. Turned out it was a Freebie. Later on, Carers Sham and Sam said they’d ask if anyone was interested in having it.
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roof.
I did the morning BP check rather late in the day, I know. At least the SYS was a lot lower. The pulse was the highest for ages, as was the temperature.
I found this photo on the on the SD card. I probably took it this morning. Memory? Me? 
By gum, the sun nearly got through late afternoon.
Nice to see the sun.
I cooked smoked belly pork and beans. Two wholemeal rolls will follow. I added liquid smoke and some basil-flavoured passata to the pan. Delicious!
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gave way, and I was on the floor in no time. Hitting my shoulder and neck on the way down. He hastened to get me up again. No need for any assistance; it was only pain & loss of balance. I’ve had much worse.