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WORD OF THE DAY: EPIPHENOMENALISM
I woke up at 05:10hrs, and I had a muse over what day it was, and I swiftly fell asleep again. Stirred again at 06:15hrs. Passed a lot of wind and coughed a little.
Then set about getting the night pouch off from the firm grip of 
. Carer Richard told me later it was Grade seven on the NHS Urine colour docket. A bit dark? I’ll try to drink more water today.
The innards demanded that I attend the 
immediately. So I did. Much less messy this morning. It seems that 
had made a counter-attack for command of this evacuation. I lot of effort was needed from me to get things started and moving. Painful and bloody for 
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Far easy to clean up after the motion this time.
Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids.
I found the missing toothbrush after several days of searching. It had fallen or been dropped, of course; out of sight and landed on the cleaning cloth that was a similar colour. I wouldn’t have found it but for a slight 
(Hard to believe, I know!) I dropped the Dettol bottle, bent to retrieve it and hit my shoulder against the sink; that’s when I saw it. I took no chances and used the 
little picker upperer to get it.
I cleaned my teeth, scarce and rotten as they are, for the first time in several days. 
It was a bloody affair. What with and now 
losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that 
doesn’t join in with them. Then, I did mayhap the riskiest job of 
every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with 
tendencies and risks. But not this morning; the pain was there, of course – but no injuries! 
And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
The sweat rash was less irritating as well this morning.
And far less coloured.
I still put some of the Savlon antiseptic creams under both armpits, though.
Even more good luck here; The feet, ankles, ulcers, and water papules were all looking good.
With my legs less swollen than for months?
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Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old 
so much as it usually does. Mind you, knocking the shoulder against the sink earlier, did set off 
, and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But 
Shirley was only giving micro shakes at this time. How kind of her! Checked the taps were off, and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on and took this photographicalisation of the view.
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field.
Saw some action today.
I thought I saw a worker on the top outer scaffold.
Got the kettle on and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. Which didn’t turn out as planned.
I couldn’t find the notepad I’d used?
Still, I did find the toothbrush!.
Got the blog done and posted of to WordPress.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
I had some brekkers.
A mug of tea and a tub of pot noodles. I added some veg stockpot seasoning and a splash of BBQ sauce.
Very nice it was too!. Even if I had made it thicker than I planned to
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Carer Jo-Anne called. She kindly rang about the red marks under my arms for me. I rang Easy-Link but could not understand/hear the lady about the lift for the Coppice Hospital. Jo-Anne told me it was on, and I need to pay on the day.
Later the Surgery rang me. Again I was struggling to hear her, but I think she was telling me that I had not got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. She did say ‘Don’t worry’. So I’ll try not to.
I’ve got more chance of Diana Dors coming back to life and asking me for sex!
17:50hrs: So light out there.
This changing of the clocks has always had me confused, but it seems worse than ever nowadays.
I really thought it was about 13:00hrs.
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I’ll make a start on getting the meal prepped. After much musing and ponderisationing, I decided on a can of garden peas, chips and bread & butter.
I may return later (but doubt it), likely in the morning.
Well, what a farcical time I had. It’s afternoon now!
Complete Mind-Blanks (Apart from the delicious nosh) for the night.
This morning, with getting ready for upcoming the 
visit, and calls from Sister Jane, Carers extra calls with the medications (Fetched my Carer Richard for me, a grand chap.
EasyLink transport to arrange. INR result waiting. Never mind, I’ll try to get it on today’s blog. But it is now nearly tea time, and I have not even got this one finished yet. Think I’m a bit tense over my owing money to EasyLink, and the upcoming brain analysis thingamabob.
Oh, the lovely veggie meal last night, as I suddenly recalled. But as is the way with the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? It was thickly buttered sarnies 
– Really thick! Extra thick! Using the Vegan Not Butter. I had chips, peas and beetroot with them, Marvellous Tasting!. I took two photographs, and neither of them came up on the SD card this morning! Grumph!
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First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Took another shot from the same place.
I got deep into concentrating on the blog work.
Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥
My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.
Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?).
Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
The leg was itching underneath the day pouch.
Evening shot.
Pareidoliaing opportunity here?
Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal 
was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency. 
Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to 
accompanied by the day-long pains from 
An 
erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the 
sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.
, apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?
gave me a break last night. 
! However, the combined forces of 
assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!
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To the right, and the City Hospital.
Straight ahead.
Eerie?
Wider.
Odd slippers?
I’ll try to remember on the next call.
Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie.
Going a smidge dark, though?
The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.
gave me one of his famously-hated 
And the car park on Chestnut Way outside.
Tow spaces are free! Blimey!
Obviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank.
I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that.
, thanks to the chaffing from 
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Pity about yesterday’s little glitch. We could have had
Morning snaps from the Kitchenette
Local swelling.
New potatoes cooked in the crock-pot, then
, added the night catheter.
This was his last call of the day. And he wanted to get home.
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From yesterday.
0500 this morning.
No idea what happened!
Morning kitchen window shots
Emptied the Cataracts and…
Confused now, after reading what I could of the instructions, advice, and procedure I’ve to go through without painkillers. Not that it bothered me, a naturally brave, hardy man like me!
Early evening
I’ll say no more on this… (Flinching now!)
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫
HIS THIRD CALL OF THE DAY.
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04:20hrs: Trouble ‘t Mill again, straight away
to call. He took the night bag off and routed the wee-wee to the day bag for me when he came. The man’s been a comfort, laugh and God-Send during the recent medical problems. When he arrived, Richard soon got the bags swapped and adjusted the strapping. We had a natter and laugh after he gave me the medications and pulled my leg a bit. Not literally, Hehe!
lift, I can get the Doctor and book a pickup for an hour later, I don’t mind waiting if I get seen too early… Hahaha! the things I come out with!
Arrived. Another Saviour! ♥
but the 9th February at the 
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Just spotted these two evening shots from yesterday’s evening view.
After 5 days of going Porcelain Throne usage-free – things started moving. Not-half!
Arrived. Got the medicines sorted. Little chin-wag shared.
At long last, a good stand-up wash and shave with my feet soaking in the bowl with Dettol.
Found this morning’s car park photo; making a mess chronologically, aren’t I?
Arrived and made me a mug of tea; bless her ♥. Gave me the Peptac and washed the plastic pot for me. And she saved me from another tumble: I think I mentioned that earlier.
More photographs from this mid-morning.
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06:15hrs: Spent the first hour of wakefulness between the wee-wee bucket and the Porcelain Throne. So many trips were needed, and all like the urine-fungal infection started last week. Putrid-smelling pee, pains starting in the bladder area, then moving all around the torso, almost to the back.
Richard told me to ring the Doctor, bearing in mind that last week I was late in doing so, nada paid the price in pain and lack of sleep. He even wrote it down on the whiteboard for a later carer to see.
Spent many hours on updating the Tuesday blog, at least five! Before getting it done. Accident and mistake-ridden, I’m sure. All to the accompaniment of the blasts of tap-tapping and bang-banging with either sawing or drilling noises supplied by the blocks the smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, naff, noisy nasty man, from the flat above on the 13th floor?
gave another blast of thudding and knocking; just to keep me on my toes. But it was a shorter session this time. Phew!
just gave a little, almost musical again a blast of mechanical abbellimenti, with tempo and rubato. Once again, it didn’t last too long, but he was putting plenty of effort into it. I do hope that he hasn’t broken his hammer or chopped his chopper off, and that was the reason for his sudden silence. Or had too much of the Single Malt Whiskey and fell over, cracking his head against one of his train engine models. 
Better get summat to eat then.
while watching TV. I was having an odd dream, something about frustrations, involving me working in a giant office complex. Couldn’t get out of the building…
Was not too keen on letting me get to sleep, so I put the TV on. That helped. I nodded off as the first round of adverts came on.
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had, between them, given me the third sleepless night in a row. The Angina was the worst it’s ever been. A series of reasons, of course, are all confusing. 
After wee-weeing and two, I say two visits in the following fifteen minutes, I got the health Checks done. BP and all that rigmarole.
Got the blog updated and posted off to WordPress. Then I Pinterested some pictures.
Then. the DVT Warfarin nurse arrived; it was Hristina.
That was followed by the Iceland delivery arriving.
I struggled to get the bags into the hallway.
Sideboard, with the doors falling off.
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Early morning shots.
Health Check Log
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on.
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I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans.
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