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Another day of gaffes, mishaps, & Accifauxpas. I suppose that these were the cause, reason, for the non-appearance of my beloved and much missed 
. And the, dragging-me-down surfeit of 
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Assisted by Dastardly Dementia Doreen, letting me down so often, and causing irritations, frustrations, making the day seem to go as fast as a month would. One thing after another.
Only increased the mental mayhem.
05:10hrs: I jerked awake, 
I took the catheter bag off and, seeing the state of the day bag on the leg, made a mental note to ask a Carer why it had not been changed for three weeks; it should be, and was at one time, done weekly as the nurses instructed. This seems to have been forgotten about lately. My fault as much as the Carers’, I keep forgetting to ask them if they can do it. But with the times cut back, they would not get the other jobs done if they changed the bag as well. Frustrations of the day started here.
I hobbled into the kitchen to check on the taps, cupboards and fridge doors, nothing amiss. (Honestly)
I took a couple of snaps of the view on offer from the kitchen windows. 
As you see, they didn’t exactly come out very well. In fact, they were atrocious. Off to the wetroom to make an early start on the 
. These did not go very well this morning. Starting with the first job on the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence burst forth a dollop of watery, smelly, yellowish mush! I cleaned up and went to get the toothpaste, toothbrush and mouthwash ready to use – I didn’t make it; I rushed back to the porcelain and only just in time, as another near liquid burst forth into the WC bowl. This time, I remained seated, and sure enough, two minutes later, a third evacuation of the same ilk squirted out. Cleaned up again and back to get the teeth-cleaning pot… dropped it on the floor as I felt the rear-end evacuation on its way… 
Again! Same routine, and back to the teeth cleaning. I was a little miffed with the diarhorrea back once more, and was a little overkeen with the toothbrush. The gums hurt, but they did not bleed too much. I was putting the stuff back in the pot, and after yet another sitting down, a messy session on the Porcelain Throne – Even I find this could not be happening! But, it was!
Started shaving. By the time I’d finished, I began to struggle to stop the three teeny-weeny cuts from bleeding. I had to put a plaster on my chin, but it stopped leaking later. As did the evacuations… eventually. 
Just as I was squeezing the Germaloid tube onto some gauze, 
burst forth with a short, sharp, costly hand and finger shaking session. I couldn’t release my grip on the just-opened tube of Germalloid Ointment, and it shot out about 95% onto the floor and the wall. Poor old 
paid the price in pain.
Then, as I was getting the new protection pants on, I lost my balance, and with some quick but stupid reaction to avoid a tumble, I hastily plopped my overweight bum on the toilet seat – which worked. Realising as I gingerly got back up on my feet, I could feel the blood running down the back of my leg.
What a bleed it was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids!
I ripped off the pants at the tear-points, and got the blood cleaned up from the floor, my leg and foot.
Frustrations of the day continue…
Then had to battle against my nervousness to get another pair of PPs on!
I got the Health Checks done and recorded on the board, then made a brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea. Updated the calendar.
I was washing the mug, and Carer Manprett arrived. She thought I’d just had a seizure, but didn’t say why 
she felt that. Gave me a body check. Barrier cream, Phorpain Gelled the lower back and both knees. Medications issued. And said she wanted to call me ‘Bapu’. That is “Dad” or “Grandad” in Pakistani-English; I looked it up later. Bless her. She also checked that the HC figures were written correctly – I’d made one cock-up with the temperature. Tsk!
Frustrations of the day continue…
I spent three hours on the replacement word listings! No blog work done at all yet. Humph!
Carer Mirza arrived. He took the replacement TV remote out of the bag, and as I was telling him not to press the red button, he did before I asked. Well, that seemed to be the end of any hope of getting Virgin TV back on. The lad did not have time to fuss with it. Mirza said for me to ask Ejaz on Wednesday. He had to rush off. Can’t be helped. But I got the feeling they had no time to do anything. And with the day catheter pouch not being replaced for weeks… a little disappointed, and shamefully sorry for missen!
Frustrations of the day continue…
I managed to finish yesterday’s blog and send it off. Decided to celebrate with another mug of tea.
Started again, the ndanged short-as-a-flash ones that leave me of sync & balance. Spent a lot more time recovering than having seizures.
Frustrations of the day continue…
When I did finally get to the kitchenette, I found I’d left the hot faucet running again! 
Kicked in, not had much bother from her for a week or so; still, she has as much right as any other ailment.
Noticing how heavy it was raining, after making the brew, I went out onto the balcony to take some shots 
through the glass… the rain was pouring in through the front windows. The wheeled walkers and two wheelchairs were soaked… I 
got a bit wet taking the photographs. (Haha!) I had to take off the dressing gown & kaghoule & put them on the airers to dry.
Back on the balcony to take some more photographs of the rain.
This one came out a little better than the others, so I 
tried to get some to the left side of the balcony.
Pointing down at the car park opposite Winwood Heights block of flats.
This one was taken straight ahead to the left of the balcony. Back on the computer, and I got a call on the landline phone, it was from the Doctor’s surgery. Informing me that the hospital had changed the Ramipril Capsules from 15g to 10g, I think he said. Two years ago, I was on 30g. They did the same with the Phorpain Gel: started at 30%, then 15%, and now 10%.
Along with saving the NHS money on them, as they did in cancelling my Glaucoma operation, and I’m now virtually blind in my left eye, not one of the five promised offers of help when I was in hospital has arrived. The neurologist who saw me about the seizures wanted a photo of me in one… it took two weeks, but much-missed Carer Nimra took a video, and Carer Ejaz helped sort out how to send it via email to the Doctor, who has not been in touch at all. Adding Herr Goldenballs Starmer’s robbing us pensioners of the winter fuel allowance, I reckon they’ve made a profit out of me, and pissed me off!
Frustrations of the day continue…
At long last, I got around to starting this blog. I was interrupted by the last visit of the day to the
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After the last evacuation of the day (this is a bit misleading, cause I was up until gome 03:00hrs doing this blog, and had to pay another early morning visit), I had to get the mop and bucket out to clean and freshen the floor of blood and a few splashes from Trotsky Terence’s activities. As I tugged at the mop, which had got caught in the wheel of the trolley, it shot up. I hit myself in the face with it!
Frustrations of the day continue…
The result was agony from 
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I often write these quips about my luck, just for a bit of humour, tongue in cheek, getting into the proceedings.
The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’m thinking after this week’s, especially today’s cock-ups & go wrongs, they all might be true! Hehehe!
I started cooking the meal of the day. Oven chips, Polish kielbasa, and beetroot. I got the oven on and set the mobile phone alarm for 25 minutes, when the chips should be cooked. Then a fatal decision was taken… I thought I’d do a little word list updating.
An hour into it, and I smelt the burning chips! No idea why I didn’t hear the mobile alarm go off… (I likely set it wrong, it’s the first time I’ve tried to use it… and the last 
time, too!) I salvaged most of the chips, another bad decision that was… they were so hard I had to soak them with vinegar to eat them, and started the gums bleeding. I got them eaten, well, no, not all of them.
Suddenly, as I was standing up to take and wash the dishes…
Frustrations of the day continue…
Carer Dilan arrived. I mentioned that no one had been changing my day bag for three weeks, and he laughed. I don’t think he was being rude at all, just didn’t understand what I was saying. Which is fair enough, I couldn’t understand what he was saying later. I said my farewells, then went to clean out and antiseptise my mouth from the bleeding gums.
I stopped for a few minutes of quietism: another mistake! All I achieved from it was feeling more deeply depressed at how life is going. The best Carers have had their calls on me reduced; one does not call at all nowadays. Can anyone tell me if CDB helps with depression?
I’ll look it up… Nope!
Well, well, well, (and I’m not well, Haha!) early hours of the morning now, and believe it or not, I’ve just found bleeding from Little Inchy. Best I can guess, it’s coming from either the tube or the fungal lesion. Going to need help with this one. How embarrassing!
Always the weekend when summat needs attention!
Frustrations of the day continue…
Not a lot worse than many other days lately.
But everything has got to me more today.
I’ve ordered some St John’s Wort capsules.
Once a day, read all the reviews; it might work.
Then I checked on Google…
Too dangerous to take with Warfarin!
I’ve tried to cancel it. They say they will try, but it may be too late! (I only ordered it ten minutes ago!) Hope they do/can stop it.
Frustrations of the day continue…
So tired, and it’s 04:00hrs now. But I want to look at the WP Reader, and I did.
KITTY OF THE DAY – ANDY
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What a day!
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, bless him, he was again a frequent visitor. Many things will be out of sync and order, sorry. 
Morrison order.
Moved them into the kitchen.
Treats!
Favourites.
Fridge loaded.
Morning shot, I think.
Evening shot, I think.
Just a guess at this rating.
, I may well have still been in bed when the Carer came again. 
Cheesey cobs. cheesey wriggles, and some iced bread rolls. I tried to gain access to my vacant memory void, to work out when and why.
Come to think of it, I may have got the delivery days wrong, sort of back to way, on the wrong days. They may have been the other way around. Or, not.
Topped up with waters of various types. It’s costly having to keep swigging a minimum of three litres every day to keep the bladder working.
Meat pies with shortcrust and puff pastry tops. Polish cooked smoked ham, Nurses drinkies, and some bacon bits, erm… lardons they are called.
Blimus, I’ve got the fridge and freezer crammed full again. But of course, the social lady promised me help with this problem. Also, with the finances, when I get home from the hospital. Assured me of help with the ‘spent a fortune’ on wheelchairs… getting them appropriately fitted and safe to use. 
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I visited the Porcelan Throne. 
I finally got out of the wetroom after an awful lot of cleaning up was carried out, Haha! 
Not very good, I’m afraid. I’ve been struggling lately to take any worthwhile morning shots
I made a brew of tea and got the morning HC checks done next. Then had a think about how I could work things out, to get a shower with my ablutions.
I took this shot from the kitchenette window as the morning brightened up a little. But the rain started to come down. Another bad photo. I managed to capture, top left, a patch of turquoise sky that was not visible to the naked eye when I snapped it.
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I got things cleaned up, dried and ointmentated various areas of my magnificent, noned, staut, 
healthy body, where it was required.
Terry were unreachable. 
Getting the PPs on went amazingly well today! In fact, it was the easiest ever. 
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, but it wasn’t the pain it caused. I think it was the disappointment of me having a little run of good luck, for about 15 minutes, then things falling back into my usual feeling of defeatism. Self-pity and self-lambasting started!
The rain, although heavy at times, was start-stop at the same time. Does that make sense? I nipped into the balcony to take a snap of the end car park.
Later, I took snaps of the view from the kitchen again, hoping to get a decent one for once. The first one, to the left, was not too bad.
The second one was taken to the right of the window.
Oh, Flipping ‘eck!
Something people don’t eat often nowadays. Faggots in gravy with mashed potatoes. A ready-made microwave meal from Parsley Box. I made extra pork gravy, added it to the mix, and dunked two large cheesy-topped bread rolls in it. Do folks do this now? Well, I love them. Especially the faggots, they taste good to me, and no bother about what few rotting, hurting teeth I have left.
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06:00hrs: Woke with a startle to find that 
she was rattling the ball joint for all she was worth! I waited a minute or so until she calmed down, then did the balance exercises, got the 
taken off, gathered the needs of the ablutioning session, and waddled gingerly off to the wetroom.
controlled 
session. And medicated the usual ailments as needed and within reach for me to do so. The only spot of bother was coming from 
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Put the kettle on and popped into the balcony to take this shot through the kitchenette window. Cold, very cold today. Then I meandered back to the 
kitchen to take this snap of the end of the car park. It came out rather well, with the sun coming up from the back. Showed the contrast of the thin mud slide with and out of the sunshine. The liquid seemed to contain bubbles, or maybe snow? Then I noticed the tyre marks. I assume a vehicle had reversed into the watery mud to turn round.
Arrived as I was making a brew of tea in the kitchen. She recognised I was not up to par, bless her. Medications issued. Body areas were checked and balmed. Knees were Phorpained.
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The sun was in a rush to hide?
Tried a close, not very good
I thought it had a decent taste. See tomorrow’s blog to see why it wasn’t too good. Hehe!
Neither were they up to much.
Still, I did my bestest!
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Got the nocturnal pouch off, and while emptying it, the need for an evacuation arose. I should think it took me at most 60 seconds to get seated, and Pwhor!
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took three photographicalistions with my Kodak Tim 2 camera from the kitchenette window, of the dark, rainy view it beheld. The first one was not a good one at all, 
of the front car park. I tried again and made an even worse job of it. However, this did not stop me from making another effort, determined to get one 
passable photo out of the session. Well, it wasn’t going to challenge Savis Bailey’s reputation, Haha! But it was a smidge improved on the first two, I think.
I got the Health Checks sorted. Then I got the results put into the NHS graph thingamajig. It was nerve-racking how long it took to open Excel!
to nibble. He-he!
The computer froze! I was depressed instantly! 
for a few minutes and took another photo from the kitchen window. The first one of the slower-melting snow in the field.
Then one of the front car park for the third time. This one came out clearer. But it was a lot lighter, so I expected a better job.
That’s how late it is!
Highly satisfactory!
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I dream of good health,
Pleased with the photo I took this morning. It was an incredible
Of to the 
one is made with fragile, thin material, cotton, I think. It’s comfy, but in winter it’s a bit cold to wear without a dressing gown. 
Then off to the main junk room and into the bacony to take a couple of photographs. The first one of the dead end beyond the 
car park. The puddle of soil
As I turned to get back into the flat, I twisted 
I carried out the first BP checks and recorded them on the whiteboard to go on the computer later. Then made a brew of Typhoo extra-strong tea and had a couple of bikkies dunked and eaten. When I say a couple… Hehehe!
I got to the door, and nobody was there. As I was closing the door, I espied a small parcel on the floor outside. It was some re
ady-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics. I’m glad they sent them, just in case.
Tsk! Then Manpreet got some Phorpain, well, it’s another name now, but the same thing, just not strong enough, only 10%, not the usual 20%… which also had gone down from 30%. 
When Manpreet left, I went to try the Procelain Throne again.
The computer went into sleep mode just as I was pressing the Kodak Tim-2 button.
I forgot to take the flash off! Hehe!
Gorrit!
Later, I went to take a snap of the sunset. But by the time I’d found Kodad Tim-2, I was too late and missed it. Grumph!
I zoomed in to catch the last of the sun as it came around the globe.
Then even closer. This snap reminded me of something, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was now. Huh
Joined in immediately after the 
got seated, an urgent, panicky desire to use the Porcelain Throne arose; I got up and nearly fell down again, thanks to 
frame as I was taking off the dressing gown. Multitasking should be taken off of my agenda. On the plus side, I got down on the plastic seat in time, but only just. 
legs up on a chair, and was soon in the land of Nod! Accompanied, unfortunately, by 
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Morning view
BP Hyper this morning!
Managed a mug of tea, before
Carers table. Tided up by Carer
Brightening up!
Floods at the end of the car park.
and 
kept me company all day.
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. It was a close call this morning; the instant I bent down, before any contact was made between my bottom and the raised-up WC lid, the torrent shot out! Seconds later, when the contact took place, the evacuation was over, done and dusted! Then I had to clean up the splatterings from my body and the Porcelain furniture. 
During this, I knocked over various medical stuff from the floor cabinet. By the time the bending was finished, I 
, and in doing so, 
had joined in.
I made a double-teabag brew. A Thompson’s Irish Breakfast and a Co-op 99.
up on blogging. (This didn’t happen)
I took this shot of the not-so-pleasant morning from the kitchenette window. First morning without sunshine at 
daybreak for a few days now. Then, dang me, the sun broke through, coming up from behind the building. I caught the Nottingham City Hospital in the next shot.
looked fine. We used the Cetraben cream instead of the Barrier cream yesterday. It seemed to work better.
with Chemist4U, an online pharmacy, and place an order for Cetraben, Medical Olive Oil, and Co-Codemols. 
I got registered after making the order. However, they continued to refuse me and confuse me. First name needed. ‘Go to ‘billing’ and amend. Could I find the Billing Section? No!
and 
, a three-hour-long on-and-off attack started. It’s not the attacks; it’s the coming out of them that gets to me. Also, I’m not getting any warnings before they come nowadays. Baffling.
Couldn’t get a look in! I was just fixated on coping with the aftermath of the mini-seizures and angry that nothing was going right! As it stands, Carer Joe is gone, so there’s no help. Although I’m hoping Carer Ejaz can assist with the mobile.
, I should have said, the lovely retired District Nurse arrived, took a look at, and confirmed that 
my right leg and ankle were now cleared for use. She did say there was some crinkled skin and to be careful not to catch or bang it. And she will call next week to assess the feet. Her bit of caring made a world of difference to me. 🤎🌺 I’d still go nowhere with the blogging; tomorrow looks like a losing, no-chance-of-catch-up-on-the-blogs day.
The landline burst forth its trill sounds. As I reached for it, a no-warning mini-seizure gripped me. I didn’t know who it was until I came around, and they were talking fifteen to the dozen. I’d not got the foggiest of what or who it was for a minute or so. As I regained some of my composure, I explained to the caller why I was not responsive. Of all the callers, it could have been the bank, Matron Julie, no, no Matron Jackie, the police, British Damned Gas, the Doctor, a debt collector, Sister Jane, Warden Julie, Jenny, it was from the Neurosurgeons at the QMC. This was brilliant! For the lady had rang to inquire about the seizure’s nature. Now she knew! She had obviously got a list of questions and went through them all. She was gathering as much detail as possible before the procedure in November to determine the best course of action. She is going to make me an earlier appointment, for September or thereabouts, to see the surgeon and decide what can or needs to be done. She said it’s critical to gain as much knowledge beforehand. Possibly a trephination hole to assess the brain’s neurotransmitter fluids first. I thought that was what they told me weeks ago? Of course, there is a slight possibility that I may have, or might have, got this wrong. Did I forget or have a seizure when on the phone last time? Tsk & Humph!
I made a stew, added some red onion, liquid smoke, Gung Po sauce and garden extra green and black peas. Place it in a microwave-safe dish, ready to add some potatoes after it’s cooked. I was doing well today despite the horrendous nature of the proceedings.
Oh, this is the state of the box that carried the new mobile phone to me. It was delivered by Amazon.
An email from C4U advised me that my order had been cancelled!
pissed off, annoyed, swore and cursed a lot, and now, depression showed its ugly head. It was as if my whole body reacted. 
nearly had me off the chair! Followed seconds later, an outburst of stabbing pains from 
tested my pain tolerance by hitting me in the left foot and left hand at the same time! 
I even enjoyed it. But with so many Accifaupas Whoopsiedangleplops, errors and mistakes, it was inevitable that they kept coming to mind.
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Grizelda came along many years later,
So many blanks for today. This one on the left is interesting, though. The sunshine on it indicates I may have, or someone else did, take this snap in the kitchen. No memory of it? Ah, maybe it is an old one I picked out by mistake? Because I hang dressing gowns over the kitchen window when the sun is out, to reduce the chances of annoying Glaucoma Gladys if the sun hits my eyes, and I often temporarily lose my balance and vision. I lost a lot of things today, concentration, my mobile phone, the haemorrhoid ointment, and track of what I was doing as I did it!
WeeWee nice & light.
Early morning view. 03:35:hrs.
Carer Manpreet, I think, took this snap of the ankle. Showing the 
Dad for a lift, she got home. I told her and asked if what the midwife had told me was true. She casually replied, as she lit up a Park Drive cigarette: “Yeah, but I took to you, a bit later on.” How reassuring for a four-year-old. No wonder I went on to get Dementia. Tsk!
I got the potatoes delivered from J Sainsbury yesterday. Intending to boil them in the slow cooker for later on. 
others, like blackheart, can indicate rot and make the potato unsafe to eat. I saved half of them that looked edible. And I put them in the crockpot on a low setting.
Put to marinate.
Looking good!
Final Meal!
What a view!
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A perfect name for Starmer? Reprobate!
Lymphorrhoea Leslie also got worse as the day went on. I was struggling to walk and to keep my balance.
The night bag colour was good!
Food Delivery
Fridge
Filled up!
Fridge door
Cheesy Roll, bacon, tomatoes