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TUESDAY 3rd NOVEMBER 2026
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Whoopsiedangleplops – Accifaupas & Errors!
How did I manage to order them all for the same Tuesday… No, I know the combination of things that caused it. My TBI, Alzheimers, Lewy Body and Vascular Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy, and Sods Law.
Oh, and I dropped a pack of lemon mousse delivered, trying to find room, using my highly-tuned jiggling-the-food-round and throwing some short-dated out to do so. I’m searching for humour overtones now.
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My Catheter did not work properly in the afternoon and overnight. It was truly agony, adding to my depression.
Codeine & morphine were taken to cope with it.
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I did the same as yesterday, and knocked the bottles in the fridge while adding topped-up ones. I did not bang my knee, though. I hit my head on the counter.
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The Intercom wasn’t working again during the day. It sounded fine, but the screen was blank; we couldn’t communicate. I put on a dressing gown and remembered to take the keys & fob with me. Went down 12 floors in the lift and got to the building’s foyer doors. No one in sight. So I went out and could not see any delivery vans. Maybe it was the Warfarin blood taker? Maybe it was British Gas (it wasn’t). The Social Worker? Age UK?
Ah, well, I waited a while to see if anyone had gone to Winwood Court and would come through the linking passage. No. I lifted it back up to the flat, with the Iceland driver waiting outside my door. More food that I believed was ordered for next week. My Coccyx and back joined in the pain as I unloaded, and as I struggled to find room for the food. Unwell I was. Hahaha!
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Carer Ejaz helped me to take a shower; I’m so glad he did, cause he stopped me of going over. (Dizzies, I’d not had a shower for months; it was great! Thanks mate)
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The badder occasionally worked well, as it was before we changed the Catheter to the other leg after showering. I thought we did a decent job of it, but it was most uncomfortable afterwards. Little Inchie got sore.
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Snaps taken; hopefully in chronological order. ,
The computer and MS Word played up this time. I lost track of where I’dstored things and spent hours longer than it should have taken me. Another early-morning session to catch up. Humph!
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I pray I’ve not ordered anything for tomorrow!
No doubt about it, my mind is slowly taking over.
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I was so frustrated at all the work I’d done that failed. I just had to take a break, and went to get the nosh started for later, and took these shots of the sunset.
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Surprisingly…
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Now, at last, I can warm up the mixture of a mushroom risotto ready meal and a can of beef curry.
I’ll try owt; I’m as common as muck.
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WEDNESDAY 4th NOVEMBER 2026
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Last night I didn’t move for over 12 hours, 8 of them in blissful, if broken, sleep. Reckon I’ve got a cold coming on. When I was woken by the Carer, things were hazy and confusing. Having the TV on surprised me. Sore throat, croaky voice, and I say all else I recall from Carer Andrews visit in a few sentences. I had the medication pot put on my hand, then given a bottle of water to take them. Blanks. He asked if he could use the toilet; I muttered yes. My voice was a smidge croaky. I fell asleep and got three hours. of don’t remember him doing anything else, or saying cheerio.
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Also, the hallway had bits of whatever dropped along it; I wasn’t up to getting the 
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When I got around to updating the blog, something happened that has bothered me for about a year now.
I thought someone had appeared near me and was talking to me. No one was in the room but me. These (hallucinations) have happened eight times so far today. Each time I got a vision, I felt a vague, odd feeling; I felt I should know who they were, but couldn’t. A very weird sensation. The vision faded slowly. Beats me?
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Writing an Ode today was beyond me. I used an old one above. A bit worried about this. I gave up and tried to tidy up. With the hot water tap I’d left running cold, I still couldn’t wash and shave.
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A mild, constant dizziness, and I was sure I saw someone in the flat three times, but of course again, there was no one. I even got disoriented once when I decided to stop and get the Health Checks done; I went from the wet room to the kitchen to do them. Not the main room where I keep the equipment. Addlepattedness ensued!
An abrupt drop in blood pressure; SYS dropped to a low, the lowest of the week. The DIA shot up. The pulse fell a good bit. Temperature down further; both bloods up.
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The intercon rang, but by the time I got to it, I was too late. I got a dressing gown on, but keys in pocket and down to the main foyer. I’d got Amazon about due. No signs of anyone waiting, no parcels left; unless they had and someone had knicked them.
I got back to the flat, and a minute later, the door chime rang. It was the postman with some mail & a parcel.
I was so out-of-it, I wondered if I had mistaken the intercom for the doorbell earlier?
A grand headache building now.
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Sorry, I’m finding it difficult to concentrate.
I’ll send this off now, early. Even feeling so tired now.
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