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As per writing this.
03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.
The need for a good ablutionalisationing session was smelt as I passed wind, removed the nocturnal crumbs from the dressing gown, and tackled the escape. That being from the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. My chicken legs were not looking any worse! Deciding on taking an early morning Sh_ _, shower and shave, I removed diabetic socks from my legs… This was 
… but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous. 
My chicken legs were not looking any worse!.
Hobbling into the wet room.
I realised I was leaving dirt marks on the floor from the bottom of my slippers…
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
Cleaning the teeth, unfortunately, left me with 
, and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. The shaving left me with several tiny cuts all around the cheekily growing stubble at the top of the back of the neck.
Showering: A Challenge I did not respond to very well this morning. The first snag was working out the best way to get the feet washed with the minimum danger of falls. I got a bowl next to the shower chair and put some Dettol disinfectant and shower gel in it. Filled it from the shower, and of course, the drain pump started chuntering away because no water was going down the drain at the time…
So cleaning the feet was a rush job. Then, I had to empty the bowl slowly to not overfill the drain flue. Then, I got out of the shower without any slipping and put the bowl away in the corner; I dare not leave it in the shower for fear of forgetting all about it and having a tumble, trip, fall, or another 
While doing this, I had to divert to the 
As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
Getting back into and under the shower as hastily as I could once I moved… 
I 
against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear 
giving way at just the wrong moment, she crashed into the chair arm. I got in the chair and spent considerable time recovering, just letting the water ooze over me. That was nice! I had to stand up to deal with the more intimate departments that needed attention, but this was no bother… needed no medical attention, but this was no bother… I also like this statement. I’ll repeat it; intimate departments that needed no attention! I even managed to get dried off with only one mishap: when I got the towel from the airer, I knocked it over. Got dried thoroughly and commenced the medicalisationings..
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aftershave on the neck nicks that were still bleeding.
Tried the new medications for this. Then, Phorpain gel was used on several areas in need of it. 
, with an extra bit on 
, as she was being a 
bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings.
them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the
infested left eye.
Then the challenge of an 
everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable 
one! However, I can report for once that there were no 
or
of any worth mentioning. I still don’t know how I managed it without the usual pain and mishaps?
I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this 
little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please?
I emptied the wet room waste bin and took it to the kitchenette.
Got the kettle on to make a brew but never got around to it and went brewless all day. 
I didn’t even bother to try to take any early morning shots today, not with my recent abysmal record.
It’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
I dabbed some Sudcrem on the forehead, chest and cheeks.
I’ll leave it on for a while to allow it to soak in before rubbing it in. It didn’t work well the last time I tried using it.
Should I suddenly sneeze, the dressing gown, computer keyboard and carpet are covered 
in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!
I got on with my blogging catch-up, then 
arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa! So did I when I noticed what she had seen; I’d forgotten to rub the Sudocrem in the face. Poor gal, what a shock for her. It’s a bad enough face to look at without the cream on the mush, making it more scary for the gal!
Grangnagles!
During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, 
owned 
, I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door.
There were still no signs of the owned internet shower’s signal returning, so I ventured into the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. The mud-slide was active this morning.
Took a 
view of the sky to the North.
The rain was persistent looking today.
Then, a shot of the viewhead, which is to the West.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.
visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, .
I was close to giving up. Hence, I am now even further behind with this blog. 9 hours after waking, and I’m only up to here with it. I keep saying to myself that I will have to reduce the content of this blog, but I do love it when someone says they like it or get a laugh from it. I’m addicted, I suppose? There are other more suitable words 
than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris.
failed yet again, I went to the kitchen to photograph the view. The first one on the right didn’t seem too bad 
at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
Well, that didn’t work, did it?
I failed again!
Undaunted, I tried once more in a different shooting mode selected, with .
Humph! Another failure! Time to give up, methinks.
I might try again later.
I realised that I hadn’t had a meal today.
Mind you, I wasn’t hungry at all! That’s not me?
The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
Well, erm…Either, or, not in any particular chronological order, 
and or 
. I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again. I think it was Christopher first, then Benjamin who got the diabetic sock off for me, I was half asleep each call.
The Can-You-Find disclosures.
TTFNski each. All the bestest!
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
. Medications were handed out and then the lad set about replacing the Kevla-ended 
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. 
, with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for 
to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it. 
chimed out from the front door. I was 
delighted
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
of the connect device from 
and 
, with 
to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now. 
What am I saying? The total 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. 
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, 
It wasn’t letting me get the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
FIND THE FAULT
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen 
, and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 
. As I automatically reached to steady myself and help Metal Micky keep me upright, 
NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
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was in complete and total control of every one of the 
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
. I should have read the signs of foreboding, really, with all my experience of cock-ups and 
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
I can recall them all. 
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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!
The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.
The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!
The first-morning view photo.
Two hours later, a little misty.
Another hour and a change again.
Computer on, blogging started.
Late morning through the balcony.
Amazing clouds.
It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.
Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!
Late evening clouds.
OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And 
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Morning
Photo from the kitchen window.
Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,
‘s! 
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
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It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above
The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
GUILTY!
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
Number three of the day!
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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Did you see that Level for today?.
TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? 
inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room 
, both knees 
& 
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Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago).
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were washed and medicated.
5: Washing, then medicating poor little 
. I must get some more Germolene ordered!
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visa 
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. Socially-minded 
, which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
: Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! 
non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, 
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
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Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Right leg on the left and visa-versa.
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Didn’t enjoy this one at all.
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Let’s have no cheating, please… Hehehe!
My eyes were hurting when I woke up with a jerk. Before getting the night pouch off the catheter, I’d taken two naughty, but effective strong Nurofen tablets. I keep some near the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, on the Ottoman, within reach. By the time I’d got the pouch off and made a brew, the pain had eased a lot from the right eye… not the left though. I didn’t take any more naughty painkillers, cause the Carer will be here to give me some Paracetamol & Codeine. Don’t want to overdo things. I’m not saying KI wasn’t tempted to, though.
The night pouch is nice & fullish, a good colour.
Sorted the waste bags into one. 
Sported out some bladder-filling bottles.
A mug of Glengettie went down well.
. A precious rarity that, of course, they returned the instant I nodded off after getting down in the 
after Victor had departed. 
The chips were burnt to my favourite crispiness; well, with my shortage of teeth, they can be sucked at. Haha!Yellow tomatoes, and soy balls. Flavour-Rating: 8.2/10!
was bothersome. She had been all day really come to think of it, and when I was getting settled at the window, 
kicked off, too. 
A never-been-known for months, determination rose from within my demented 
afflicted brain. I was not going to give up this time! My resolve cost me a lot of time. Getting 
gently wedged on the window locking block, I tried again to take a better picture… but no, it came out terrible again. So, putting some paper towels behind the block, to help keep the botherations from 
Aha, that one came out betterer. For me, anyway.
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Sundown
Close-up of the Sun
Multi-shaded tootsies
The second meal of the day – A rarity?
So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; 
. For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. 
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kept failing.
Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance. Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind
This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!.
Morning moon.
Closer.
McCains…
Ha!
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genitourinary problems. The flow kept changing and needing attention, emptying and checking every 
few minutes! The hot water went cold again – I think the maintenance was working on the system, as a lot of noise could be heard throughout the day from above, which stopped around 16:00hrs. 
So, no wash and shave again. I dare not risk carrying hot water about with my eyes so bad, and of course, there is always the threat of an attack by an ailment? 
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bleeding, which could mean a hasty rush to the wet room with the possibility of another tumble or trip. 
Phone calls from the Anticoagulation DVT Unit, the Doctors Surgery, with the results of INR Warfarin Test at the Hospital yesterday; and a change in Warfarin dosage. Also reminded me that I had not booked in for a flu jab yet! Which I attached to the Carers book cover. 
The most welcome call from Nurse Hristina, from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation unit at the Queens Medical Centre, and pictures of her face as she told me she would be calling on Monday or Tuesday next week to take more blood samples. Gawd she’s such a caring beauty! ♥. Damn, my being born too late! Hahaha!
At least it didn’t burst open! I did however manage to add another of my 
to the list; when I got down to pick up the bottle, getting back up, I 
, and that made me smart a bit, just after it had been assaulted by the bottle. Then… I realised that 
of the Daktacort ointment… as I am of Germoloids and Olive Oil for the ear-holes! Things were not going very well! Of course, being the confident, Glass-Half-Full, cheerful nature that I am, this didn’t bother me at all… I laughed it off! 
Within an hour of starting the blogging, I realised I would be in difficulty; the eye strain was bad enough. But the flipping 
drops need doing four times a day, which means taking off the eye patch and mass of taping that held it in place for the drops, then starting again to get the thing in a position so I could use the good eye for computing, without putting pressure on the pad. This didn’t work out very well at all. The pad slipped repeatedly, and I spent ages getting them back on, only for a carer to come and take it off, to apply the drops. They couldn’t help me with replacing the patch and glasses, cause of the danger of them catching my eye. Understandable!
was attached to the day bag on 
Kitchen to get the kettle on. Dank-looking morning view of the bottom field, across from the flats
But they took some moving in the first place…
I even did some cross-wording before things plopped out!
Back to make the brew, and got on the computer. 
Mystery photo, here?
Love those white tootsies! Hehehe!
Early nosh sorted out. 
lotioning. We had a little natter, that I didn’t follow very well… not that it mattered, he was Facebook on his phone. Hahaha!
From last night’s ‘Heartbeat’ methinks?
TTFN, All!