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Just half a mile away from the flats. A lot has been happening around here lately. Two pensioners mugged at the bus stop in Sherwood. Three drug raids with sight from the kitchen window. The 13-year-old in Carrington with weapons. Carrington Co-op staff attacked by shoplifters. Care Home closed down after patients died overnight, and no one noticed until the morning wake-up call. Humph! No, sorry, that was in Nottinghamshire!
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Yet another nodding off and waking up again every few minutes of the night.
Then, taking off the nocturnal catheter pouch, I felt pain from Little Inchy. I must remember some things; I wrote down some reminders and left them in the Carer’s folder. Some carers do all these jobs, but other non-regular ones mean I have to remember to ask them, and I forget too so often.: ① I must ask the Caregiver to replace the day catheter bag, and ② put the pouch sleeve back on. ③ I must get the full ablutions done early! (I’m sorry if I disturb any neighbours with the noise, but my lower regions will need medical attention to investigate why this morning’s terrible pains came on. Things are much easier to get at in the shower and easier to clean in the event of any bleeding.) ④ Remember to ask for the vitamin tablet. ⑤ Ask the Carer to take the laundry down for me. ⑥ And to put my diabetic socks back on for me. The last item on the memo was aimed at me only; ⑦ It is guaranteed that the computer will stop me from getting graphics and photos onto WordPress or any file (Sadly!). I must not get all het-up when this happens; I’ve been getting myself in a bit of a state with the frustration & depression it causes. Now, even if only protem, I have written down the actions needed to try and correct it, and it usually works, but it takes me over the day, hours!
Maybe I wanted to mention this as a cry for help. We’ll see if I can stay calmer today when it happens. Or I should say, each time it happens. Sad, innit?
On my way to the wet room, I went into the kitchen to check that the faucet doors and cooker had been left safely.
Just look at the foggy view I photographed from the kitchenette window! I noticed the kitchen clock—it was only 04:00 hrs! A smidge of guilt arose within me for having a shower so early in the day.
I got the bath towel from the airer, turned it off, ensured there was enough medical stuff to use, and started the proceedings.
First, the Porcelain Throne. What a gooey, sticky mess. I t
hink I used a full roll of toilet paper and tissues to clean myself up after the evacuation. The Dettol disinfectant was almost used up.
Then the teeth, and then I started shaving. I couldn’t understand why I had so many cuts and nicks. They were no bother whilst I was shaving. The back of the head, almost on the neck, suffered the most; there were too many to count, but none of them were any real bother. Another mystery is that being bald, I’ve never had to shave the neck for donkey years. Then, at the end of last year, the hairs started to grow there again. Last week, Carer Christopher said they were white. Haha!
Now, the pleasant bit, getting under the shower.
I had a leisurely but good session. I used the long brush to try and remove as much of the eczema as possible on the ankles, and I hosed the skin down the drain hole.
I sat in the shower chair to investigate the cause of Little 
Inchy’s pain. I was baffled! There were only a few specks of blood from the Fungal Lesion, far less than usual in the morning, yet while I was in the shower, no pain at all? I found out later that it came on mostly when I was seated throughout the day. I didn’t want to stop the showering; I enjoyed it so much. Little Inchy was not enjoying it. Because my taking off the bag cover pouch to have the shower meant, as I exited, the bag was swinging and pulling on Little Inchy. But I think I’d done well all the same in this session… Then, after drying myself off with the bath towel under the wall heater, I needed to get the medicationings done… Oh, dearie me! I did something I’ve never done ever since the cancer and lesion were treated. 
For years, I’ve left medicating the most painful, the lesion, until last – today, I started with that task. A few Oohs and the drop Arghs were expounded, 
with the odd Ouch thrown in. Perfectly normal!
Then, I went to get the Ketoconazole ointment. But they had sent a different one this time, Betamethasone cream. Carer Chloe told me earlier when it was delivered that the contents were exactly the same as the usual Clotrimazole ointment. I got the thin application sticks, ensured Little Inchy was 100% dry, and popped some on the end. I started to rub it in with the usual preparedness for pain. Why have I not been given this one before? I’m not saying it didn’t hurt, but it was far less painful than the regular one! I was pleasantly pleased!
Then, the hard-to-get-at job; well, not on the face, but the ankles. The 
cream. I put cream on a tissue or muslin strip and use the picker-upperer to get it on the ankles. No problem. The eczema on the arns was easy to reach. Then, the red rash was ointmentated. The ears were olive-oiled. 
Then, the not-cheap Blepha eye treatments were done. Thank heavens that the NHS has not stopped funding the cost of the 
Phorpain Gel for the knees, Arthur Itis, and Duloxetine Cartilages Carole & Chloe, and for Colin Cramps.
Finally, the ablutions were completed. It was a long, long session. After belatedly changing the date and day, I took this picture of the antiquated 1970s clock.
Jiminnee Cricket, the fog was even thicker now. Took this snap. I got the kettle on to brew tasty Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Carer Chris arrived while I was on the computer and coming out of a 
. The lad didn’t need asking; he got the diabetic socks on, the med pouch, and the Vit B12 tablets. I thought, by gum, he’s on form this morning. Then I remembered I’d left the note on his table. Hehehe!
I started blogging stuttering, and it only got stutterer as time passed. The cCleaner routine had to be activated and completed before I could get the third graphic on this post. It was not as successful as yesterday’s, and within an hour or so, the failure to save things started again!
I was about to begin it, and Carer Joanne arrived. She’d been to the hospital again and was not pleased with the lack of interest shown in her catheter problems and pain. I felt terrible for her. She would not have said anything unless I had asked how she was doing in that department. She’s the salt of the earth kind of lady, so I like her. I resisted telling her about the pain I was in with mine. I thought there was no need to make things damper.
Bless her cotton socks.
She departed, and I again went through the albeit unguaranteed-to-work computer memory recovery program. I happened to note the time when I started this: 13:40 hrs. I got it done—I thought—at 15:35 hrs! But it lasted for only three photos to get on. I’m using some of those in the gallery, where they were suitable. I took a lot of photos as well.
I am now starting the third procedure but with little faith. At least, up to now, I’ve not sunk into silly thoughts with the depression. I’ll be back in a couple of hours, I imagine. And try to load the photos again. I can feel some emotion brewing, so I anticipate losing it. Back later.
Good Heavens, it worked! I hastily uploaded the photos to the gallery, but I fear I may have put them in the wrong order, so they may be from different times. Sorry.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
The driver kindly took the carrier bags to the kitchen for me. Thanks.
At long last, there is food in the fridge. I felt guilty when Carer Chloe found all the food out of date the other day. Was it yesterday? Who knows, not me. Hehehe!
The three bags of frozen food to the right in the photo on the left cost me just a pound! They were battered fishcakes, battered fish, and battered potatoes. Lovely!
The fridge looked a little fuller now, and while putting things away, I decided to have lamburgers in wholemeal bread rolls, maybe with some tomatoes and potatoes, as well. Or Marmite rice cakes—I might like that.
Slurp & Yummy!
I’ll get some time in on the WP Reader and then sort out the meal. I’m getting tired now, but I’ve kept calmer and more accepting of the situations.
I managed to get these snaps in here in the morning. Just before CorelDraw crashed again! Fed up? YES!
Kitchen window before the rain poured down.
I thought I’d remember from which of the different views I’d taken these from, but CorelDraw kept refusing to allow me to save the odd one and I go confused as to which 
was which.
I think this one on the left was taken higher in the sky.
Such beautiful clouds before the storm didn’t look like they were holding rain to drop on 
us. Hehe!
I’m sure this on on the right was take to my right, towards the North. Blue patches of sky coming through. You ca see part of the outer of the balcony in this shot. I got back onto the computer.
CORELDRAW SCARE!
I saved the CorelDraw Graphics and pressed to turn off the programme. The screen darkened, and a message came up;
Crucial CorelDraw Update – click to install.
So, I clicked “Turn off CorelDraw until the installation guide appears.” But the CorelDraw screen was shaded and unreachable!
The update started. Finished, and no Installation Guide.
I clicked the open CorelDraw 2024 button…
Nothing happened.
So, I closed things down and pressed the restart computer option. The computer loaded. I clicked the CoralDraw button, and it started to load, but it crashed!
I tried again. It started to load, but it crashed!
In desperation, I turned off the computer. Gave it a few minutes before starting from scratch again.
I clicked the CoralDraw button, and it started to load. Then, a form to fill in and return appeared, telling me that CorelDraw had closed unexpectedly and asking me to fill it in and send an email to the… well, I assume there are some real people at CorelDraw or IT clones. Still, I’ve filled this block in dozens of times and never got a reply.
I don’t suppose I will this time either.
However, CorelDraw carried on loading this time before it crashed again.
After the trying day, I was in low spirits, so I just turned everything off and had the lamburgers.
We’ll see what happens with CorelDraw in the morning.
One feeling downtrodden, a failure, and with poor Little Inchies fungal lesion being caused pain via the Catheter Contraption stuck in him; My thoughts were not exactly of contentment, more resentment. I caught an accidental look in the wet room mirror as I washed, and Gawd, did I look pale or what! Tsk!
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TTFNski!
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On the right here is an admirer of Mr Clough, ‘Cloughie’. It’s Inchy. Taken this morning… with him actually smiling! Yes! Well, very nearly, anyway. That’s a rarity to be seen nowadays for the old fart to be doing. I imagine the old man was either high on drugs or Dementia Doreen was toying with him. Either way, the poor sod did not know how the day was going to go, obviously. Had his EQ or Alto Ego Inchie warned him, there would have been no smile on his face! He may well have been spitting blood & crying, too. 
I didn’t get around to this blog until 17:20hrs.
A little lighter today?
The most frustrating evacuation of the week!
Sheer agony, as the moulded-together clumps of product crept out so painfully slowly. I felt sure something was going to get ruptured during this session. The Germoloid 
cream was clearly visible in the almost black escaped mass. 
, followed within seconds b
It was only for a few seconds; it was as if I’d blinked and woken to find the pink spray bottle lying on the floor and leaking! Not a good start to the day! Then again, I should be used to them by now! But for some reason, I was riled by this Accifauxpas. Even more rileder after all that bending down had got 
misty morning. I stayed that way all day. However, I took this unintentional picture of the window ledge first. Clever that, how I didn’t realise. Ha-ha!
take the morning view.
Carer Maryham arrived and tried to ring the Community Nurses to order more day and night bags for me. But I’d given her the wrong number. She’d run out of time then, so she had to scoot off. She said she would ring them later and let me know how it went. I haven’t heard anything. She may be doing it tomorrow because I did tell her I had some left to use, but I’d like to keep the stocks up now that Kara is not calling. That was good of her.♥ She noticed me holding my arm and looked at it, taking a photo of it. More about that later.
I got back to the blog work. There was a massive cock-up, which began then!
I supposed they were triggered by the tension I felt. I couldn’t continue with the manual clear-out. After each seizure, I was lost, confused as to what I was up to or had already done. 
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Jolly good colouring.
The burn scab had lost a few bits.
Made up some waste bags for collection.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea and got the computer on. I was already well behind and about to get worse. This is when the ‘Out-of-its’ started off.
First two.
I can’t tell if the blotches were there or not.
Ah, yes, this time I saw them.
Ham sandwiches and chips. I forgot about the tomatoes. Tsk! A pot of ketchup with pickles to dip the sandwiches in. Hehehe! Mandarins in an orange jelly dessert pot. Nice!
I fell asleep in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.
to blame. It was purgatory waking up so often, then chewing over the put-downs and mocking coming from within my poor brain. 
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, the Asda delivery farce, Little Inchy, and the catheter tube painfully in disagreement all day long, and so many 
episodes meant this was not anywhere near a good day for Inchy! I’m sure I had one while Carer Kara was with me today. Because I was not getting what she was saying about the text, I was left more befuddled than before I asked for help.
Very early morning view.
Porcelain Throne evacuation failure. Not only no release but no answers to the crossword. Tsk!
As I pottered about from the sink to the kettle back to the counter, I got the kettle on, went to the cupboard for the tea bag, took that and the mug to the kettle counter, and went to the fridge for the milk… I really thought my bad eyesight was fooling me at first when I dropped the spoon and looked down for it; there were trials of dripped blood all over the kitchen, some trodden on and smeared by my slippers. A closer inspection of the Little 
area revealed that blood was pouring out from near the catheter tube inserted, as it has been for over a year now in 
I cleaned up the kitchen and my body parts as best I could. Next, I was going to get a fresh pair of PPs Protection Pants) on. But what had happened in the kitchen that may have caused the problem dawned on me. I was taking the emptied catheter pouch with me as I went in and dropped it; I bent down to retrieve it rather sharpishly. That may have cracked the dried blood and allowed a follow-through? Hehe!
The delivery driver saw my predicament and took the food to the kitchen. Some were put on the floor near the sink…
Some on the kettle shelf…
The PPs on the cooker.
Bags on the floor.
Daffodils for the Carers on the draining board.
These are from a carrier I placed for photographing. I got things sorted and put away, but I could only see one of the two ordered packs of PPs and no kitchen towel. I kept looking around, searching. The email said they had been sent. An hour and four look-arounds later, I found them. They were in the hallway near the door, on the floor behind 
Wally. I took one of these out, asking the Carer to help me get into them later. I wanted to avoid bending.
The usual tiredness and weariness fell on me extra early this Tuesday. 
nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus, initially failed. I tried the trick of putting the TV on to watch 
my favourite TV programme, ‘Heartbeat’. And it worked, and I went into bliss… Carer Chris arrived to wake me up, reluctantly, he said, with a big grin on his face. Hehe! 
I had to get up to empty the 
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I made the last call of the day. I was so out of it with the blessed, deep, comforting sleep. I can see now why the lad removed the diabetic socks earlier: to let me sleep on without getting up. Good on him! He sprayed the eye spray on me, making sure I had to close my eyes first. Drinkie, nibble, and off.
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I chose to float and did so. Landed back on the carpet and could hear Acker Bilk singing ‘Buona Sera, Señorita, Buona Sera’. Angels descended all around me, miniature-sized; my beloved lost cat Cyril was lying on the recliner, purring heavily; I could hear him clearly. I made my way to fuss him… And then I woke up!
mudslide had reduced vastly.
Chimed, and into the room entered Carer 
. Who got the diabetic socks put on my legs and sorted the medications. 
food delivery arriving, Ocado this time. I can’t even remember making one with them. I need help with this problem.
was in charge,
was fighting back. A little messier than of late.
Back to sort the food. Surimi sticks, fruit in pots, brown sauce, lemon desserts, lavender Dettol, lemon mousse, black bean 
sauce and a can of ratatouille. I’ll try that tonight and see how it goes. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
Chunky vegetable soup, Lloyd tomato-type sauce with Mediterranean vegetables.
The two brown Italian tomatoes. came as three for a ridiculous price. But Ocado decided to send the pack with one of the ready-crushed semi-mashed and all runny. These brown tomatoes taste almost like meat; those I’ve had in the past have, anyway. 
Carer Sam called. And Chris returned the laundry bag – Yee-Haa! It may have taken me a few days to get someone to take it, but it came back this week. That’s a positive improvement.
I got a landline call from the QMC Deep Vein Thrombosis & Anticoagulation teams Angel Nurse, Hristina. She will be calling on Monday for the next blood-taking test. ♥
I got the ratatouille in the saucepan and added some canned garden peas. I could not resist trying some as I put them in the pan. With the Lloyds sauce, Tomato with Mediterranean vegetables. I think I’m going to enjoy this one!
for me to take a decent couple of sky-cloud shots as the sun began to dip. As I looked at the camera screen on Kodak 
Tim, I was chuffed with these, and after washing some utensils, I took a few more, which were a little darker than a few minutes earlier.
I pressed on with finalising Thursday’s blog. Then…
I caught a hold of the door when 
sent me all a-wobbling as I tried to keep upright. Of course, that didn’t help, as the door was open. I hit the deck first, followed by
few choice self-blaming naughty words flowed. Both knees, and for the first time, I noticed the backs of the knees were painful too? Mission Impossible (Painwise) was tackled
, leant against the chair then 
. I was thinking how much this hurt, and at, of all times… it chose this moment to go into action… Who was it? A 
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burst 
and bled instantly! 
taken. I Phorpain gelled the Cartilages.
The sunset view cheered me up a smidge, though, all the same. I took a wide shot first, then a zoomed-in shot.
hours; There were no photos or notes to refer to until I found this evening shot. Not a good one, by the way.
Undoubtedly, it looked good, so I saw how it tasted. For once, no phone went, no carer called, and I ate nearly all of it with great relish and satisfaction! 
Did you find the spectacles?
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Well, it beat me; why was it so dark?
. I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched 
, I tried to take some decent shots on it…
Oh, dearie, not only did 
catch me out, but as I tried again, 
burst into a lively few minutes worth of shaking!
It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha!
At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.
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It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.
failures. Then, as the Carer arrived…
I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…
I sorted out the waste bags.
Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tasting
seasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.
Mostly liquid!.
With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, 
giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? 
daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed 
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has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ 
It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn. 
However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.
arrived. Issued the medications, and he was overjoyed at not having to do the task of 
Hehe! 
As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away!
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adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, 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.
I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be 
able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
What, me… Worried?
Removed the night pouch, initially with ease…
As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. 
and 
. I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud!
, onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! 
I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne.
I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room.
soon stopped leaking.
Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! 
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me.
Areas attached to 
, knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared.
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This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
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It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was
The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew!
I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, 
. I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
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My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs 
& the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, 
writing with
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Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if 
s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken 
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alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe! 
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)
The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of 
was performed, without any further 
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Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going…
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They outshone their own usual incapabilities today. 
rang out, and Chris entered. 
eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second 
drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.
tormented mind.
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and of course, the Queen of ailments for all of last week, 
, was reaching an 8 on the pain scale meter. Lugging the bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC tank three times each flush… well, it’s some exercise, innit?
Pottered about making up and sorting the waste bags for collection. And the morning Carer arrived. I took the tablets,
was here, the Asda order arrived.
Shaquille helped to carry them through the kitchenette with me.
And tons of canned peas and various other vegetables.
Around 13:00hrs, I heard the mobile tone ringing.
It landed on the spot it had been hiding in…, but despite it being on the carpet, the back of the phone came off!
launched an attack as I stood upright.
I smelt the day long taken to cook soup burning, and I hobbled hastily to the kitchen to turn of the heat and hope for the best…
Then realised I’d left the hot water tap running.
There are depressions and depressions of differing characteristics – I nearly went into each one!
And had a few minutes of pareidolia joy.
I prepared and dined on the vegetable (it-came-out-horrible) soup, with rolls and a mistaken thought it would be delicious plain yoghourt with a pot of orange jelly in it. The Carer arrived as I was tucking into it – no, that’s not the right word; tucking in suggests that someone was enjoying something. 
And yet, I ate it all? 
. Even the jelly & yoghourt was tasteless. The Carer gave me a Covid Test yesterday, and it was clear. Taste rating: 2.5/10!
woke me up every few minutes, which is not unusual.
I had to get up to empty the day pouch of its contents and wash & disinfect the container.
containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. I nodded off quickly for around about ten minutes. But the damned rotten 
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Thanks, Doreen!
First bag emptying. Not as dark as it looks. These day bags are in three compartments, with a shaded outer plastic.
. Only two (messy) trips up to now
Brrr!
This shot was a better one, got the colour as it was!
Getting dark earlier now.
And yet, the next emptying…
Much better? Not complaining like!
Oh, where did the time go?
Washed the pots, during which I felt liquid on my left lower leg?
, that’s on the right leg. I felt a grope of the area and found some new fungal growths, about four of them, different sizes, and all leaking what appeared to be water?
I put a self-adhesive pad on them, check the
That was too red again. Tsk!
Yet another crap night of sleeping. I had to keep wiping the liquid away all through the night with kitchen towels. One of the lesions is still running now (at 09:40hrs Saturday). The eyes and nose are doing a good imitation of the lesions. This reminded me of a Dr Who episode. Hehe!
