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Too dark this morning. But why bother. Tsk!
As I was going to the 
, I thought of what I think was a witty retort to use on this blog… So I got 
out and took this photo…
Notice how it’s a little askew, did you?
That’s because, I was on my way down to the floor, following a 
. Clouting my knees as I landed on the hard floor, and en route my right elbow against the door. I felt sorry for the neighbour below!
The toilet roll had only been used once, and there was only a quarter of it left by the time I’d cleaned up after the evacuation! Seeing in in the WC, reminded me of a dollop of Chilli Con Carne but yellow in colour. Eurgh!
Back to the Carer’s table and took the BP.
It’s been more consistent lately.
Off to the kitchen, I plodded…
And took this early morning view.
Then got the kettle on.
Made a tasty brew of Glengettie tea.
And onto the computerisationing. Where I stayed, making error after cock-up, for a few hours. Until 
arrived. We had a natter as she medicated me, did the eye drops, and departed. Not before putting a pad on.
To 
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More computing mishaps, then out I poddled onto the balcony. Took this very sad to me, photo of the tree copse
The sad bit is that I can no longer go for a walk-through as I did for so many years almost daily. Humph!
The end car park mud-slide was building up in the rain.
Went to make my second mug of tea.
Checked on the soup left over from last night. It was edible enough to have tonight… and hastily responded to my innards message to get back to the
The yellow evacuated liquid, now had some red and black in it? The toilet roll was used up again! I anticipated this and had taken in two more rolls earlier on.
returned. She was tired, bless her.
Blogging, then…
Took these two photos of the beautiful clouds…
I stopped blogging for a while. Got a waste bag made up.
Then went to the kitchenette, to add a can of garden peas to the soup in the saucepan… 
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Putting the empty can in the new waste bag, I managed to cut my finger down the nail of the sharp edge of the tin. I didn’t bleed much, and it was a teeny-weeny cut anyway. I washed it and put a plaster on it… … cutting the plaster, I cut the same finger on the other side of the nail!
I thought this was a smidge comical…
Adding sauce, the soup was vegetable.
I then dropped the sauce bottle!
I think my bad luck, may be perpetual!
Back to the computer.
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The first fail all day; are they getting better?
came. A nice gal, who liked a natter and laugh, which suited and cheered me up a lot. Got the tablets issued, eye drops in, and accepted an ice cream. Not seen her for a long time. I asked if I could take her photo for this blog, and she agreed. Here it is…
The 
day bag was emptied.
The colour started as a number four, this morning. In the afternoon it turned rather dark, a 5 on the NHS scale. This time…
back to a better NHS-3, I reckon.
I took three photos of the amazing night view…
From a distance…
A little closer…
Then close-up! They were all a little fuzzy-looking, but still looked wonderful to me.
I started the soup warming and had to visit the Throne again…
The tablets don’t seem to be helping with the Diarhorrea?
They have always helped in the past? Shame!.
Carer Richard arrived without ringing the door chime, nearly gave me a heart attack, when he woke me up! Hehehe!
The lad gave me painkillers and asked if needed any Peptac or the night pouch attaching. I explained that I had not had a meal yet, so no need to put the bag on for me. I’d take the Peptac after eating. Ricard checked the medication drawer, and put the 
eye drops in for me.
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!
Taste-Rating: 9/10.
I saw this meal off without waste! Haha!
Washing the pots up, I took photos of the evening view again.
More blurred this time.
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Not my best photographicalisationing!
Time to take the Peptac. So, I took the Peptac. Then went to drain the day bag ready to put the night pouch on, and the urine colour had gone to a 6 on the NHS scale.
Oh, what a todoo!
TTFNski Each!
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Last night’s nosh. Not as good as it looked.
The first bag emptied at about 02:10hrs was deep red,
Asda potatoes from the bag.
I hope none of the crap ones got into the crockpot?
A late morning shot.
Mystery photo!
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on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!) 
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 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
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joined in then.
Nothing new there, mind you.
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
bags and safety checks. So, I did.
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! 
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.
But 
arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
seen. 
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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…
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.
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from 
the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor! 
was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome 
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
arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
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!
THE SUICIDAL TORY FUTURE
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was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, 
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and 
No pains with them, yet.
Then felt the need for the 
Well, 
was done after three days. But of course 
meant a mess to clean up.
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! 
, I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got. 
Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
This is singularly worrying
Bootiful!
were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up. 
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problems; 
bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. 
are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this 
is making things worse?
to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Blissful!
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?
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A Jolly Good Morning to you…
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If I remember rightly, I must have forgotten to ask the Carer to do it. Of had I taken it off myself earlier? I think not, because the urine in the day bag was a deep brown-red. 
. Once0 again, 
was in control, very messy! However, ailment number 21, 
, after carrying the buckets of water to refill the not-working for 9 weeks now W.C. water tank, was far easier than she has been lately. That 
is thanks to the Carers rubbing in the Phorpain Gel regularly for me for a few days now. Easing the discomfort. But, as usual, the 
started off, as if to cover for BPB’s absence. Hehehe!
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got the medications sorted. Then got some gel rubbed into my back. Very welcome! Cheers! 
Peptac taken. But no Paracetamols were needed. 
I got the Saturday blog finished, and I posted it off to WordPress.
demand number two arrived.
was even more dominant on this visit.
disturbed 
The pins and plates seemed to be looking better.
hour or so. And a lot clearer and lighter colour, too!
Chrissie said she’d had two cataracts done. She mentioned a procedure she has to go through, regularly with an injection in her eye. I looked it up. I think it is called ‘Laser Injection Photo Dynamic’. Bless her! ♥ I asked her if she found out what it was that was eating her toe.
arrived. Medicationalised me, and took the waste bags with him. A little natter, I’m not sure either of us understood each other, but we ended up laughing. Haha!
The cloud formations tonight were indicative of changing weather, as Dad used to tell me. See that? I can recall from 70 years ago… but still, I forget to turn off taps, heaters, the stove, the shower power box, lock or unlock a door, the time, day, date… etc.! This picture evoked my love of nature.
I finished making the meal and got it served up on the plate and tray. G
chips were okay, and bread rolls and peas & carrots were all decent enough too… 
attached, a little too tightly, I found; when it came to me getting it off in the morning, to 
. Understandably, the lad doesn’t want it to come loose and leak. Took the fresh wastrel bag with him. 
I had to get up to turn off the light. Got up easily enough, grabbed the 
, and turned off the light. Then… 
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against the ottoman returning to the chair. At least I didn’t get tangled up in the long night-pouch tube this time. Hehehe!
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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.