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I woke after what I believed was a six-hour dream, and the memory of the ‘Gone-Missing-Laundry’ came to mind; as I was getting depressed and morbid at the prospects of having no dressing gowns, spending a fortune to replace them and the throws that may turn up, or likely will never will, and the email from the bank asking for confirmation and why I have bought the same things that I~~ did three months ago…
Then the real worry came to me. Wearing trousers for the Brain Scan at the hospital which is going to produce at least agony to poor Little Inchy as the catheter tube pulls and tugs again his fungal lesion. Next, the thought of having no dressing gown to change into and get out of the pain-giving trews when I get home to relieve the pain hit me… Argh!
A Mild Depression Dawned!
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When I forced my tormented body and mind to rise from the depths of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, I found that the Catheter punch contents were…
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At the highest level of colouration on the chart.
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I think there may be a slight chance, remote possibility, hundred-to-one shot, that today may not be a good one. Then again, when was my last good day?
was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me.
Found my laundry.
But no throws in there.
Morning:
CorelDraw not letting me add any photos.
Trouble getting into WP.
Mousee taking me left & right, not up and down?
Fearing the worse here…
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tube inserted into Little Inchie, thus causing agony, and 
The ankles were a smidge swollen, and the ankle ulcers were more prominent than they usually are. No pains, though.
After a pot of porridge, onto the computer.
Two photos of rare morning glimpses of the sun.
Not good ones, mind.
An absolute pleasure doing some pareidoliaing
Especially with these cloud-creatures in view.
Bootiful!
At last, the urine had cleared on the third emptying.
But, on the seventh one… Oh, dearie me!
Tatters in the slow cooker.
Back to the brown beauties!.
Nightie-night!
What a series of changes in colour. Never seen this before.
came again. No signs of the laundry being found. This could be costly; three dressing gowns, a bath towel, woolly hats, the Carers’ chair throw, and likely more stuff that went into the bag and will have to be replaced. That is if I don’t mysteriously find the bag hidden somewhere… and 
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Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
Found the camera.
Very little snow left now
Looking okay to me.
Another part-canned meal.
Eating every morsel and bit!
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I woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
burst open 
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would cause me some problems.
joined in with an 
. Only a little one, but enough for me to knock the Germoloid, Daktacort and Savlon creams off of the floor cabinet. Then after the haemorrhoids were treated… the always ‘Painful-Job’ of Cleaning up and ointmentationing 
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, and the 
. The palpitating of the mechanical ticker. The almost persistent No help attainable for things like the computer and letters that are either too small or complicated for me to hear, see or understand? This will, I assume, be due to the attention gleaned of… 
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Aha, right leg for less swollen this morning.
Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
No sunset as such, but…
I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel…
I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer.
Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan.
It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!)
pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, 
, 
. He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… 
Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them.
It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often?
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Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan.
as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
Came in, and 
for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good.
or at worst, an 
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Another horrendous day..
06:20hrs: Woke and removed the Catheter Night Pouch.
Amazed at how many times the photos of the Catheter Bags seemed to have faces, figures of animals, and other objects on them. 
Emptied the Night Catheter bag in the WC.
Took this photo when making a mug of tea.
The blood coming into the Day bag seemed thicker than ever?
Back to the Wet Room to use the Porcelain Throne.
The Co-op delivery arrived.
Yee Gods! 
The overloaded pouch only let me release a tiny drop of blood & urine.
The bloody valve in the catheter opened itself…
An interesting photo here. No idea what it’s of. Hehe!
Gotten Himmel! The new bag filled up quickly again.
Emptied the pouch.
Took a snap of the much-missed-visiting tree copse.
I see an image in this picture of the day bag. Can you?
This one reminded me of Telstar.
The new shape of the pouches was noted.
Back to the Porcelain Throne.
The bag keeps filling up so quickly?
An hour after emptying it.
Arrived and 
to the day one.
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