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While Carer Chris was getting Inchy back up on his feet, he said, “I’m going to do another rhyme about life!” And he did, as you can see. When the morning Carer arrived, there he was at his computer working on the aforementioned ode. When the next Carer called hours later… there he was, still on his computer, working on the aforementioned ode. It’s not as if it is any good, but he continues to dish out this rubbish. Which possibly proves the validity of what the old man wrote?
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Not as good as last week. But I’m still here despite the new ailments found lurking within… and around. Hehehe!
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Easy-Peasy, pudding & pie! No idea what that means?
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Another day of disasters. Well, maybe not disasters, but calamities, maybe. It all started so well, as well. I was feeling well… to start with. Then the cock-ups started!
I’ll just mention two of them in this intro. Cause they cost me so much time, it’s now gone 20:00hrs, and I’ve just started this blog. Plans went askew, as they usually do! No, I’ve changed my mind; I’ll reveal what I remember of it, more or less how and when they happened in this amazingly popular blog, so as not to keep my mass of followers on tenter-hooks. It’s not fair to either of them. It’ll be a little sparse… that’s another thing, poor 
on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
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Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!) I dislodged the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. When getting up, the balance was a bit dodgy, and I ended up plopping back down into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. A bloody experience. Poor 
blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I 
on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe!
Off I poddled, very carefully to the wet room to Germoloid and wash my end. Picked up 
, & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on.
You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both 
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joined in then. I was a bit of a confused wreck for a few minutes! 
Nothing new there, mind you.
After a sit-down, drink of spring water, and a couple of the delectable Le Petit Beurre biscuits, I decided I must get on with things, and not feel sorry for myself. (As if!)
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
Must have been yesterday when I took this one, unknowingly. Then realised I’d not done the waste 
bags and safety checks. So, I did.
Made up[ the bag from three bins and put them near the door.
Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe!
Checked in the kitchen, taps were okay, the oven was not left on and the fridge & freezer doors were shut–too.
Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Then, an interruption for the use of the 
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Another half-hour was lost! The mess, and I had to change into new Protection Pants due to my not being quick enough to get there to avoid a little seepage!
So more cost with having to re-Germoloid and Germolene my more delicate parts again. I was slowly sinking into a depression. But forced myself out of it, and into the kitchen with the aim of making a brew of tea.
But 
arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
I took her blood pressure. She’s one of the best BPs I’ve ever 
seen.
Hello, back to the .
What a mess again!
However, I did get there in time – only just, fair enough. But I was pretty pleased with my dexterity in getting there…
Not so with my dropping the toilet roll onto the WC; I’m getting wee’d off with doing this so often lately. The blame is on my 
, and after reading about the symptoms yesterday on the web, 
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I’m losing my grip or hold on things so much more often this week. The right hand and fingers are getting stiffer and even less sensitive to touch. The digits often freeze on me. That’s how I dropped the mug of tea a week ago. Which managed to avoid the whole of the kitchen floor as it landed directly on my poor little 
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I then got carried away when spending three hours, just doing today’s Ode! Even worse, I got involved in researching suitable words for other rhymes. Again, it’s messing about with my brain. I’m certain she’s getting more masterful at it.
Carer Joanne arrived, and we had a little chinwag. mutual moans and laughs. At last, I remembered to pay her for the eye pads she’d fetched me last week to use for the 
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Bless her cotton socks.
I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right)
However…
And what a one…
My right hand fingers froze as I was about to close the release valve. The pee shot all over my legs, feet and the carpet, not to mention the 1966 second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan cabinet!
I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and 
repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time.
So I got more fresh towels and.. wait for it… Bent down to gather the residue in them.
Of course, I should have known better. The Fall Team Lady, Sarah, told me not to bend down from now on. But when I keep constantly dropping and knocking stuff over, I don’t really have a choice? The urine must be cleaned up and the smell obliterated… But I’m sorry, I tried it now…
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from had me toppling forward, hitting my face on 
the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor!
I’d a few little scratches on the chin; two teeth had been loosened, and were bleeding. 
was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome , then 
joined in. Getting back up was its usual struggle. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet.
The whole day crumbled after this one. Although, when 
arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
He asked if I needed him to ring the ambulance or Doctor’s. I think the neuropathy shakes and shudders made me look worse than I felt. I was lucky for once, I think; at least the 
bag didn’t burst open on me and make things even worse. When taking the 
medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!
I shall now, at 00:20hrs, invest some time in getting something to eat, at last.
I hope to be back in the morning,
And doing a lot less moaning,
I hope not to be groaning,
Suppose I’ll be mentally fidgeting?
If I can make time, do some vacuuming?
The computer needs fragmenting,
My teeth and jaw are stinging…
My back is really aching,
I am unfortunately anticipating…
a struggle with the ablutioning,
Trotsky Terence, Porcelain Throning…
I hope Little Inchie stops bleeding.
And I’ll try to stop burping!
TTFN
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Easy-Peazy! Even I found it in about ten minutes! Hehe!
had me over in the kitchen, and onto the floor, within about ten minutes of waking up. But, he was assisted by 
The night pouch was even darker this morning, (which I don’t think is good for my chances of ever getting the bothersome and sometimes painful, always frustrating,
removed permanently. 
I went onto the balcony, to try and take a photo of the front car park through the glass.
I got some potatoes in the crockpot straight away. I did this because there’s always a chance that my ever-present, 
I spent some time sorting the waste bins out. 
Demand for the 
bleeding. So, I cleaned up and shaved, applied
As was expected.
I did Carer Chris’s later on.
A late meal was hastily prepared. The potatoes I’d put in the crock-pot, about 14 hours earlier, were drained and on the plate. I added the last of the just out-of-date smoked ham, 
after sniffing each piece. some were removed. The yellow & red tomatoes, these were four days out of date, but tasted lovely. 
They were okay, and the view outside I thought was amazing for the early hours of the day. Taking this photo of the houses, I noticed how 
surprisingly light the sky looked for this time of day?
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began his tirade of fear, guilt and shame-producing verbals. 
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, was a bully,
Looking good?
Mist clearing sooner today.
Made a brew of Glengettie, and dunked a few (3) of my newly discovered favourites biscuits. Tasted buttery, with an iota of salt taste. No bother to the bad teeth!
Worked conscientiously on getting the Wednesday blog done.
snaps were taken.
Both through the glass in the balcony.
The bottom field shot was an improvement.
Started cooking the meat for the stewpot.
Potatoes in the slow cooker.
failing… 
Someone must be on Amazon who can help me? Never mind, I’ll investigate if I can use cooking olive oil on the web tomorrow. I can search the supermarkets for olive oil sprays as well.
My favourites came up, and knowing that a minimum order of £40 was needed, I ordered other stuff to make the required total.
Yet still, it didn’t get to me like it usually would have? Worrying this is. Also, I had a few visits from 
I poddled to the wet room to have a shave and en route, had an 
; it didn’t have me over but caused my right shoulder to wallop into the door frame. And all was forgotten about the minutes-earlier farces, and all felt, was how lucky I was not to have gone down on the floor! Even when 
The evening looked very nice.
By gum that was nice!
Straight ahead from the kitchen window…
Then to the left a bit…
A great show, I thought. Produced by ATV for ITV between 1 July 1967 and 13 April 1975, based on the German TV show Der Goldene Schuß. The hostesses distracted from the games sometimes, but… Hehehe! 
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. Right on the wrong digit… Don’t think I swore or felt sorry for myself, but I had to abandon the tidying-up job. I casually wiped the blood away (not worth mentioning, but it might make me sound braver than I really am, Hehehe!) and Germoloiding the minuscule bruise. I’ll take a photo of it later to prove just how innocuous it was if it can be seen. Har-Har!
There was not much in the night pouch as I went to take it off the 
A sudden gush and it looked fuller?
It looked like a good 3 rating. However, during the day, Carer Rhamat classed the second check as a ‘6’ on the card! On her 12:00 call. It was a ‘two’. I’ve just done another review, with the cards, and it’s a ‘three’?
The day is breaking through the balcony doors.
Kitchen sorted.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne.
Urge! Haha!
Blepharitis Eye Gel and Spray were used.
First mugs of tea. Sainsbury’s Extra-String Brown Label
Started updating the photographs.
The first lot that Rhamat took for me.
Second dollop, Carer Benjamin, after the cleaning-up session ended so ignominiously. Why? I’ll tell yers…
Just as 
encouraged me to drop a box of cans & bottles I was struggling to move, 
! Then the trolley I’d grabbed hold of, brake gave way, and down onto my knees I went. That did not please either 
or 
Then dolloped some Of the…
gel on the knees and chin.
Hard graft!
Much mess still needs doing, though, in the room!
Sprayed on the water spray, while Benjamin was here.
Checked on the potatoes in the slow cooker.
Twinkly sun shot.
We’ll see…
Not bad at all. Flavour-Rating 7.2/10
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to 
Back to trying to get a shot of the high in the grey sky moon.
Made a mess of that!
Horizon shot.
Made an even bigger mess of this one trying to take the moon.
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The gentleman from the opticians called on the landline. He was at the flats. I told him to ring 72 on the panel, and I could admit him. He rings on the panel, but only for a few seconds, then stopped… The telephone rang again, I asked if he had got the right one of the three courts; he said yes. I went down painfully to the front door lobby in my dressing gown but saw no one. I returned to the flat in case he was up there… The landline rang again, and it transpired that he was at flat 12, not 72.
Carer Joanne arrived. I thanked her for fetching the spectacles for me yesterday; bless her. 
Waste Bags Gathered.
Taken during the ablutions.
Carer Chris this morning. Looking broody? Hehehe!
The age-old Bathroom Foam spray!
Puffer clouds getting thicker now.
The glasses from which the optician chose a frame that should be capable of new lens fitted.
Clouds getting thicker still.
A bit of a mini-mudslide, I don’t recall it raining?
Ah, thicker than ever now, but beautiful!
They may take me some getting used to.
Well buttered with the tasty none-butter butter, and sea salt, with some mini-tomatoes, and a strawberry dessert.
First one.
An hour or so later…
The last one.