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Gone were fleeting visits of ‘Out-Of-It’ Ollie.
The momentary Mind-Blanks too.
The odd toe-stubbing…
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Stuttering Stephanie had changed as well.
All the above kicked of early wakening (05:45hrs),
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Good morning.
Woke up and took off the night bag.
The feet were again looking much better.
Off to the 
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Washed the pots from last night.
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Sorted the waste bags, and got the kettle on.
The day bag had filled up quickly!
The 
took well over two hours this morning.
Carer Sam arrived, and she did the medication. I meant to ask her to help me put the shoes on for later when I go to cast my vote in the election procedure down in Winwood Court. I think I forgot to ask her.
She took a photo of the 
affected right eye, so I could show the district nurse if she comes. Left in the picture above.
Morrison’s email arrived, saying it was on the way.
I turned off the computer and ready things for when it comes.
Which it did shortly…
Got some new drinkies in for the Carers, delivery drivers, Wardens and hopefully, crossed-fingered, the nurses.
The fridge stocks looked healthier!
Fresh vegetables, potatoes, oven-ready chips,
and some lovely-looking Vegetable Risotto!
Also, for the first time ever, I ordered a cheese, leek & potato Quiche in the shape of a pie. Trying that tonight with peas and oven potatoes?
Cheapo bread rolls, although they were dearer than Asda’s.
The monthly flowers for LC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk top dancer and Warden Julie; were odd looking to me. They didn’t have any daffodils or tulips, even roses, but sent these as substitutes. They made four substitutions, and I sent three of them back. Phoned the gals to tell them the flowers had arrived.
Got the computer back on again, and I started blogging away…
I stopped for a while to add some Przyprawa flavouring to the potatoes.
Back to the computer.
After a couple of hours of uninterrupted mistakes, errors, grammar failures, and memory blanks, I felt the sensation of warm pee dribbling onto my feet and onto the carpet!… I grabbed some paper towels and got them on the escaped patches of urine! I whipped out the camera to take this shot… Life can be a bugger at times!
I sprayed cleaner and disinfectant all over the carpet (and feet).
Carer Kara called. Glad to report she had a good day at Skeggie!
An email from DHL came in. Bad news, after sending me one yesterday, telling me exactly when the MyFooDen parcel would arrive… now I get this! Am I lucky, or what? It was out for delivery this morning, they said, but no, another failure… And: Where are they going to store the fresh food in the order? Eh?
Friday 11:38hrs: Still no notification from either MyFooDen or DHL about the chances of me getting it delivered. Now Friday 13:05hrs – Zilch by way of any emails with information. 
Hello, Hello, Hello!
VOTING TIME
NOW THE FUN STARTED
Challenge One: After two months of avoiding putting any trousers on, to avoid chaffing from 
, I tackled the task. One foot in the right leg, the heavier, more bloated left leg was manipulated, with using the picker-upper to pull them up… Things seemed to be going pretty well…
Over, I toppled backwards, catching the left foot under the c1966. 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. c1966. 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. Right on the 
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This deflated me, not to mention hurt a bit! I crawled and clawed my way back up my feet. And set about another attempt…
I was very cautious and eventually got my foot into the second leg.
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I put on a shirt, and then the other risky business was faced... getting the shoes on. Not easy with a bad back and swollen feet.
Collected the Polling Card and bus pass, got the sleeveless jacket on, readied the three-wheeled walker, and as I was opening the door…
I felt the blood coming slowly from poor little Inchie having the inserted catheter tube pulled.
Nipped, or rather, limped back into the wet room to clean things up and get yet another pair of PPs on – then remembered the struggle I had in putting on the trousers, so l left the current PPs on. By the time I’d done it and got out into the hallway with Three-Wheeled Walker William, I could sense it leaking again. Better not take too long over this.
Down to the lift, and along the link corridor to Winwood Court.. where the access to the polling booth was blocked off. So I had to go outside and down the road a bit and use the French windows to gain access to the polling section. Two nice ladies greeted me; I was a smidgen embarrassed when I could not find the I.D. My bus pass.
Out I went and trundled back into Winwood Court and back along the link passage to Woodthorpe Court.
Stopping to take a photo of the flowers in the rest area.
It was raining, but for some unknown reason, I cannot see any in this photographicalisation? It might have been partially sheltered by the towering building? Up in the elevator and back to the flat.
Then the reversal of the earlier challengers. Getting my shoes, jacket, and shirt off, but I thought I’d the 
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Only a mini-spot or two of leaking, no problem.
Got the trews off with relative ease, I thought – but that was before I saw that I’d torn the stitching on one leg. Getting the shoes off was no fun. The folds of flesh from the ankles seemed to be cemented to my feet? I merely used the picker-upperer; it makes nice scratch marks on the ankle and tore at them in turn…
But the shoes remained on the feet!
A few minutes of pondering on how to extract the plates from the shoes provided me with an answer. I’d use my thick wooden long shoehorn to encourage the swollen feet to release themselves from the grip of steel of the shoes. And, it worked!
I’m afraid I broke the shoehorn in doing so. Humph!
😖 RIP To Wooden Shoehorn Whilmer! 😖.
My help and companion of seven years.
The sky was darkening a smidgeon.
Fantastic pareidoliaising!
Can you see the long-jawed beasts mouth?
What a short sunsetting time. The clouds soon concealed it.
But not before I got some shots in…
Lovelt!
A minute or so later…
Another minute…
The sun’s last gasp of the night!
Deana & Julie collected the flowers.
I made a start on the cooking of the never had before Quich.
Then took some last pictures of the darkening sky.
Aliens shing a light on us? Hehe!.
Blimey, the creature depiction is still showing?
Looks more like an eel now… or not. Great!
My computer is off; I’m just drained.
Not that I’ve done much!.
Food Time!
I got the potatoes in the oven, and added the wuiche… no, quiche ten-minutes kaster, no, later; so they cooked at the same time. Peas in the saucepan. It looked, and what bit of smell I could detect, seemed to be good to me.
I think the ingredients were potato and leek. In a white sauce of some sort, very nice. The flakey pastry shell is gorgeous!
Overall Rating: 8/10. Slurp!
TTFN
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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?
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!
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No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect.
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week
The urine is getting a move-on today.
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker.
Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming!
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar.
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Had a sad moment over my not being able to go on one of the trips-out days! Ah, well, “Que sera, sera!”
Spots of morning rain.
requirements were the same as over the last three days. A first visit – messy to evacuate and clean up.
This time my luck wasn’t so good… I lost grip of the bowl and water from the kitchen – drenched the dressing gown, me and the floor! Naturally, I took it all in my stride and did not get angry or get pissed off, swear, spit or curse! 
I broke the handle on the mop and banged my knuckles on the edge of the radiator! Within minutes of returning to the front room, the 2nd visit was required!
tablets, the constant pain from this and 
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, is making things harder as well. Doing this blog will be too much shortly, I fear. CorelDrawing is easier and can be resized quickly, so all is not fatal yet. No night bags for about a week either, so the bladder cannot have its nightly flushing out of the infection? Still, it was day bags I ran out of last time. Nobody is telling me anything. The After-stroke falls team lady and District nurses have not been for a long time.
Mid morning.
Afternoon view
Flavoured the baked beans with liquid smoke, BBQ sauce, and a splash of aged malt vinegar.
Beautiful late afternoon puffer clouds.
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
In yer face, Sun!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Bootiful!
The oh, so high moon cometh…
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Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, 
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Raining!
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
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Fancy that!
But it lightened later.
Morning view
But the blood pressure was horrendous! I did extra checks in the hope that it would come down, but… Nope! Wonder if this is due to the none attainment of, and running out of some medications?
Fingers crossed
Oh the bright side (I had to look very hard, Hehe!), the ankle ulcers were nice and calm. (Says Inchie as he gets grief from the catheter tube via Little Inchie and cleans the blood up changers protection pants,
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Sat watching TV with subtitles and devouring the pleasantly tasty meal I’d done for myself. Pretend meat (Very nice), beetroot, tomatoes, and potato cubes done in the oven after being sprayed with oil.
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To the right, and the City Hospital.
Straight ahead.
Eerie?
Wider.
Odd slippers?
I’ll try to remember on the next call.
Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie.
Going a smidge dark, though?
The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.
routines just as I was opening a jar of soya pieces for later. Naturally, this didn’t irk or bother me in the slightest. No swearing, spitting, gnashing of what few teeth I have left, or questioning the Lord over my bad luck, oh, no. I took it all in my stride. even when I got a stubbed toe on the Hoover, cleaning the mess up. Grrr!
And the car park on Chestnut Way outside.
Tow spaces are free! Blimey!
Obviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank.
I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that.
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Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?
Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.
Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.
Murky!
Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!
The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?
Aha, an hour later, much better!
The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72, Woodthorpe Court. 
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First Pouch emptying…
Before the mist descended.
Food order. Some treats for the Carers.
One of the afternoon pouch emptying.
Nice parking today!
Mug of Glengettie, note-less notepad, and a nose bleed.
Blimus! This one filled up quickly.
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again. The visit took me half an hour
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Gloomy morning.
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Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles.