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FOR TODAY
When they come to fit my unwanted smart-meter…
They’ll have to cut off the power,
I’ll need to reset the shower & hot water?
Most worryingly, my computer,
Reset the TV, playbox, & router,
The panic/assistance alarm speaker,
Two landline telephones connected to the ether,
Showing my electrical ignorance & Naïveté,
Time for panic, worry & and thinking waywardly,
Fear, depression, frustration, concern, & misery,
Trying to find & adapt to feel hopefully,
Will I cope with Whoopsiedangleploppery?
Now, as I type, I’ve got amblyopy,
Caused by bewilderment, fear & perplexity.
District Nurses tended to the Lymphorrhoea Leslie,
Thought the leg was doing well, ideally,
But the right foot was still in agony,
Thanked them, sadly, they went away.
They were up to their necks in it, and very busy! 💟
Still awaiting the call from Neurology,
And the mystery parcel from UPS, hopefully, for me,
The kind Kaftan washing lady, 🌺
The nurse, to take blood, Warfarin for the DVT,
Awaiting the Smart Meter, fretfully…
I wound myself up dyspeptically,
Forded into having one, I disagree,
British Gas is acting so oligarchically,
But there’s no option, it’s not discretionary,
This bugs an already pissed-on Inchie!
Concern & fear of their cutting the electricity,
Put Duodenal Donald into declivity,
Anne Gyna’s started showing new activity,
Do I consider British Gas derogatory?
Absobloodylutely!
I opened the balcony doors and windows last night before I settled into the hospital bed; it was flipping well hot in the flat. A bad night, as per usual, disturbed repeatedly for the usual reasons. The need of the Porcelain Throne, each time I nodded off, I’d jump awake within minutes. Then, a couple of my famous “Worry-Bug” episodes. I’d made up a bottle of water for overnight from the fridge, so it was cold for a while anyway. But WBW (Worry-Bug-William) wondered if I’d turned off the taps and closed the fridge door, so I just had to struggle out of bed and into the kitchen to check. All was okay. I got back into bed, determined to get and stay asleep!
Minutes later, WBW was concerned again. Had I turned off the taps in the Porcelain Throne room?
I think it took away my depression & worries of what would happen this morning with all the callers due, at least temporarily. I’d not left the taps running, but I had left the light on. This brought to mind the unnecessary, unwanted, and unneeded electricity meter that the Oligarchs are putting in anyway.
That set me off worrying about reconnecting the computer, phone, alarm, router, and so on.
Yet another crappy night with a pathetic amount of sleep. I plumped into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner. But it does come in damned handy to use to drag myself up after a tumble, trip or fall. Around 04:30hrs, still no sleep and with 
kicking off, I gave up and got up. At least, although not on top form concentration-wise, and dog tired with the attentions of 
, starting to grumble, still, it gave me time before the callers come calling to do 
A good start, as I got into the wet room…
Somehow, 
suddenly wobbled, and down I went, hitting my chin on the WC raising bar! But, I only went down on one knee, and 
. I was able to claw my way back up on my legs using the sink and basin. Heroically, I 
pressed on with utilising the 
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A messier affair than yesterday’s! Clean thing up, and boldly ventured to start shaving… yes, even after all the blood loss from my previous shave, I showed no fear. Okay, 
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However, by the time I’d finished shaving, I’d got three cuts, and I spotted I’d got crimped red marks on my chin. A real mystery how that appeared. Unless it was from the contact made with the sink during my initial tumble? Medicated reachable area in need of it. No rushing, because I knew I wouldn’t have time to post on the blog, and it was still early. (I didn’t realise that I was going to get on this blog, then)
Carer Ejaz arrived, spotted the markings and cuts on my face. And told me to buy an electric razor. Ejaz performed a body check and massaged Cetraben cream on the areas I couldn’t reach. The back and feet, for me. The swelling in the legs had decreased, as had the swelling in the feet, but not by as much. I still couldn’t get the slippers on. Ejaz forced them onto my feet for me. Hehe!
Still awaiting the installation of the oligarch’s electricity meter.
Received some treatment from two district nurses.
By 15:00hrs, the oligarchs, neurologist, INR nurse, and the Catheter Nurse had not arrived.
So, I set about starting this blog.
Expecting an arrival from any one of them at any time. Silly me!
Oh, I did take a few photos. I’ll see if I can get them to load into CorelDRAW.
Late morning view.
Today’s arranged visits. Hahaha!
Put the TV on when I started this blog.
Still awaiting the arrival of the people installing the oligarch’s electricity meter.
No seizures at all, as far as I could tell?
Still awaiting the installation of the oligarch’s electricity meter.
Bootiful!
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Morning view
Legs on waking were looking much calmer.
Erm… can’t remember taking this, or why?
Carer Elaz snapped the top of my head.
Then the hand injury. He put cream on both of them and then on my feet for me.
Food arrived.
No-butter butter spreadable.
These might taste good.
Fridge not overfull!
Nurses & Carer shelves.
Green/brown tomato sliced and put in the no-butter buttered wholemeal rolls. Two Sileasian sausages, red spring onions, beetroot and some beans. I seem to have run out of peas.
Gorgeous flavour!
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Or, rather, me forgetting to close it!
A miserable day, as revealed by the Ode above.
Early morning
Later in the day.
Very late at night.
He’s still with me, on and off this morning.
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Yet another night of ever-jumping-awake, despite my tiredness, which helped me get back to sleep after each jerking awake in a reasonably short time. But there were so many of them. Dark Dank Depression Duncan came into the equation, and the periods of bliss were getting shorter every time. 
I noted that the catheter’s nocturnal drainage pouch urine was a lighter colour for a change this morning. Last night’s overtiredness had left some of its debris, and it took a while for me to gain semi-clarity, but I did.
bag off of the leg with no bother at all! The cartilage pain seemed to be on holiday. Hehe!
throne, another long job. Still, minimal cleaning up is needed. Although, I did notice that the walking stick’s ferrules were leaving dark marks on the wetroom floor. I used the four-pronged Metal Mickey stick. I’ll have to give that a wash afterwards; it made a right mess.
I started with the medicationings. And again, things went well once more, well, obviously not the Ointmenting of Little Inchies fungal lesion. That is usually the major paingiver. Harold’s Haemorrhoids handle the Germoloid ointment well. My Spanish Onion-sized right testicle almost welcomed the Savlon creaming. I couldn’t reach all the barrier cream-needing areas. I’ll ask the Carer to do them 
later for me. 
I let him soak in the sink for a while with spirit vinegar, bleach and washing-up liquid mixed in.
I filled bottles of spring water and a brew of 99 tea. Then, I got the computer on. But not for long. I got an unexpected rumbling-innards call back 
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Oh, rain!
Taken through the kitchen window.
Got the taken-off nightshirt and hand-washed it in the kitchen bowl. 
Took another snap.
Took yesterday’s washed shirt down.
I hung up this morning’s hand-washed shirt to dry on the shower curtain rail.
I’d been doing well up to here.
firmly in my psyche for the day. As far as I’m aware, the poor 
only got one little burst today. And that was soon over. It only lasted a few minutes, then for no apparent reason, 
returned.
The ankles were in excellent condition!
I don’t think I’ve used this snap of the Kiddies Meal. Chilli-Con-Carni with rice. I believe the things I add to it might be the reason for my stomach aches.
Horis dissolved, disappeared, vanished, faded, or evaporated minutes after arriving?
is imminent and expected. But High-Mode-Horis has never made such a minuscule visit before. His calls are getting far less frequent as well this week. 
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The first 3 taken to the left. The 4th to the right.
I all but lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on.
Odd looking?
Then he took a snap of the ankles
Two cheesy-topped bread rolls filled with Marmite cheese, mature cheese spread, red onions and NZ butter. 
It is now 17:35hrs tomorrow (Saturday).
LIKE BEVER BEFORE
appears real soon. I’ve noticed he’s been reluctant to visit. Saturday was my third day without one of these heavenly mind-easing visits. He’s never been scarcer. Going from one extreme to the other gave me a sort of pleasure for however short a period. It was an out-of-this-world freedom from worry, a blessed take-it-as-is attitude. They were a paradisal, blissful and almost celestial
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They both gave way together when I got my weight on the floor! I’m so glad they did it when they did, with me having the pleasure of the bed to fall on. It was almost a pleasure. Haha!
the card in the computer when I loaded this one.
The tail end of this tale of woe contains the humorous Accifauxpas. I think you’ll laugh at it!
Ruled the roost. 
dawned on me… there’s only one way to tell you this… I felt something sharp sticking in my bum! Such a surprise that I forgot all about the Cartilage risks and groped to feel what the heck it was… do you want to guess? 
I assume the noise I heard earlier was the toothbrush landing on the shower chair. I had to laugh!
medicationings.
Carer Ejaz arrived. He did a full body check and barrier creamed my ankles and torso. Then, he issued the medications and moved on to getting my diabetic socks on. Bless him!
Now, I recall this one.
This snap was on the SD card. I know when I took it, it would have been in the afternoon while I was out of it. I think.
