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I thought things might get a little better today…
To support my vain hopes, I did pray,
Not seriously, or to a silly degree…
Yet I thought the Angels had heard me…
I begged for the day to go hassle-free!
The chemist rang from the dispensary…
The nurse phoned to be with me on Wednesday,
Carer Kara to do my checks, financially,
Made a mess of my order from J Sainsbury,
Phoned Sister Jane; she was away,Â
My Doctor called, I’ve got a Vitamin F deficiency,
New tablets will be sent by the Pharmacy…
I can’t recall all that happened, dearie me!
Oh, I let the hot tap run, ending up coldly…
That’s how it goes when I decide to pray!
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Oh, heck, darker this time.
Got up really early and escaped the clutches of the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, pungently aromad Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. And a rare spurt of enthusiasm overcame me. Not for long!
As I was washing the mug I’d missed from last night, I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave early cause the food was arriving between 6-7:00hrs, and I wanted to make a start on the blog catch-up before it arrived.
Another plan snipered! I thought I heard the weak tinkling from the intercom. Thinking I may have misread the clock, and the Asda man was at the door. Off to the hallway, but there were no lights on the intercom. But did I get back to cleaning up the pottery? No! Instead, I went in the wet room and first thing…
Which took a while to clean up.
Early photo.
Later photo.
Then, I started to get ready to get the shaving done… 
The hot water had gone cold! Yes, I’d done it again and left the faucet running!.
I was a smidgeon worried about it, but had no choice other than to boil a saucepan and kettle and to use and carry it from the kitchen to the wet room repeatedly.
However, it was like a miracle… I did not have any visits from, or 
. No. Not even a single knee collapsing from or 
, while carrying the hot water!
And during the shave, only two minor nicks!!!
I finished the stand-up washing, and as I left the wet room, I made sure the tap was off, thinking how well I’d coped with the water-lugging without injury! 
. Then, as I was going through the door… I clouted my right shoulder against the door frame, setting off …there’s more… I realised I had not put my spectacles on, which may have had something to do with my shoulder charging the door frame, and I went back into the wet room to get the spectacles. 
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I sneezed as I was reaching for them, and an 
. I groped about to get a hold of them, which I did, and the left lens shot out of the frame as I did! I took this photo of the state of my poor face after I’d untangled myself from the wheeled trolley and mop bucket.
I did feel, and look like a fool!
At least the right leg looked a lot better.
I got the dressing gown on but no socks, ankle, or leg strappings yet. Until the Carer arrives.
The Asda PPs were put on. Then I got the computer on and went through the most farcical hour of struggling and getting things wrong while on CorelDraw. I’m not sure why, but I was in trouble with how to do specific actions – that I usually do every day on CorelDraw. I got myself into a mess with it. At that stage, I chimed out and walked. Who was not pleased that I needed the diabetic socks and leg strappings put on.Â
It was the end of his shift, and the poor lad was looking weary; I felt a bit guilty. But I told him not to bother with the ankle straps. At least that saved him a little time.
Rich got the socks and straps on; he didn’t moan when I told of the morning’s terrible start for me and my current out-of-state. Hehehe!
The Asda delivery arrived. It’s not one of the best I’ve had; I’ll tell Ayer why…
A big open, I struggled to get the bags into the kitchen.
Above is the meat with two days of use-by life left on it as it was delivered.
Some of the yoghourts had one day!
Drink treats and my Soda water.
Good stock of spring waters & cordials.
Good choice in sauces.
Cheapo cleaners.
The top half of the fridge.
The bottom half.
Fridge door.
I gave up on making progress with the blog and gave Sister Jane a ring. But no answer, then I realised it was early for her, not an early riser. But she can stay up late and go to concerts, shows etc. So it’s only natural the gal will sleep in a bit. Hehe!Â
I was going onto the balcony, taking a break from the mess with the computing I’d got into, and a 
suddenly erupted.
Luckily, I was near the £300 second-hand shop I purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. And diverted my route to the floor enough to land on the seat with a thud. , the result was 
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. It bled so much that I had to change the PPs. But I did get the fresh ones on easily enough for once. .
An up and down, sort of day!
Rest was at a premium! Sister Jane rang back, and we had a long natter, which I enjoyed. Then I went back out on the balcony and took many photos of the views.
The first one, I foolishly opened the window to take of the end car park mudslide…
The others were taken through the glass; as soon as I’d left the wet room to change the rain-soaked wet dressing gown and slippers. Har-Har!
The window I’d closed earlier.
The next window is to the left.
The next window is on the left.
The last front window.
The left end window. But this downpour only lasted for another hour, but none since. (Returned overnight)
A call came in on my aged mobile Nokia.
It was tough to hear what the man was saying. It was either someone from the Doctor’s Surgery or the Pharmacy. I asked him if he could call back on the landline and gave him the new number, which he was alright with and did for me. Much more transparent… not clear, but far less fuzzy and tinny-echoing.Â
He was ringing to do a Prescription Update. The first thing he told me was that my last blood test showed that I was critically low in Vitamin B7-12. He is arranging for some new tablets to counter this. I’m to take one a day for a month. I couldn’t hear what they were called.Â
Then I asked about the site with the Finasteride’s, that 
they were to reduce the size of the Prostate, and the specialist told me to take them for a month only, and it is now about 7 months, and I’m still on them. Explaining I’m just checking. He said he would talk to the Doctor about it and get back to me later.Â
Then we reviewed the other tablets, creams and medicines I’m taking, how many, and when I’m given them. And are they helping? I’d no idea, reminding him of my having 
and now, 
. He was forbearing with me. He rang off, and I got another telephone call, minutes later; after five days without a call, I was feeling good about this.Â
I got a call yet again on the landline! It was from my heavenly treasure, known to me as Nurse 
Hristina, from the DVT Antithrombosis Haematology Clinic, to say she would call in the morning to take a blood sample for the Warfarin INR and Vitamin Deficiency. My ailments are mounting up!Â
Yet another landline call came in! Yes! The pharmacist, or whatever he is, gave the prescription questions earlier. But, I’ve forgotten what it was he said now. 
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I looked online for suggestions of what food has the most Vitamin B. Mackerel, Crabs and Scallops the last one had the highest amount. So I ordered some from Ocado for Friday, with other bits. Just in case the tablets do not arrive. I rang Sister Jane to ask her how to cook Scallops.
Carer Chris did the last call, not that there was much to do. I’d not eaten yet; walking about with the nocturnal pouch being carried while cooking is not an option for me and is dangerous. So he got to go home early. No sign of my lost laundry yet.Â
 Going to get some nosh sorted now.
Nosh Sorted!
Tomatoes, Green tomato pickled salad. Wholemeal bread with no-butter butter slices. Potato rissoles, and a tangy mandarin yoghourt. It looked good, but it didn’t taste good at all! But I was a little depressed.
TTFNski
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Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.
Great healthy colouring!
A blurry first photo.
Later and lighter.
With the moon lingering?
Brew and computering.
For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned
To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings.
Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.
To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.
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Early kitchen view.
Later kitchen view.
End car park mudslide.
Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.
Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
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kicked off. But, from somewhere deep inside, I mustered an attitude that broke his grip for once… I thought something along the lines of, “Why don’t you go away? You pissed up my sleep all night, and now you’re having a go at me during the day. I refuse to let you get at me you thing of questionable parentage!” I’ve rearranged the exact 
terminology used, but I think you’ll get the idea. And it worked!
better this morning.
The first twist of the new bottle of soda water, and the contents were sprayed out, some hitting the ceiling, most of it landing on the chair and quilt, not to mention soaking my dressing gown and legs! 
it was the Asda order arriving. 
chimed from the door buzzer, and the driver put the things into carriers for me, bless him. No rushing, he patiently waited while I took a bag at a 
time to the kitchen and returned to the door for more. 
Basic fodder, potatoes and bread. I’d bought too much bread; there was no room in the freezer for it all. Tsk! 
But, I gave some away.
A bit of room left in the fridge, though. Not to fret, tons of canned soups, beans etcetera in the cupboards to have with some of the mass of bread in stock. Two jars of Polish Pork Knuckle in the fridge too. The tomatoes were, unfortunately, Spanish ones. They taste terrible, this time of year. I was hoping 
they’d send Dutch, but, no luck. A load of treats & nibbles are now available for the Christmas and New Year carers & nurses. Bless ’em all!
Arrived as I was clearing up after putting the fodder away. I mentioned my not getting any calls in on the new phone, but I could ring out. Richard got his 
mobile and got the unknown number message. Then he rang his own phone on my landline, and my new but no one told me I had a new number, for the landline, number came up on his mobile. I think! Good old Richard! 
arrived ♥, I was so glad to see her. She really helped me out today, in many a way, I say! 
Sorted out paperwork that needed shredding and did it for me. Showed me how to record a programme on the new TV. I think I’ve got it now. She set up the TV to record ‘Heartbeat’ for me. ♥
After the gal had departed, I was always sad. Then, I sent an email to those who may want to phone me with the new number. Only Jenny rang me. But it was to tell me she’s tried three times to get through on the new number, and couldn’t! This was depressing news for me. She rang off and tried again, and got through? My first phone call on the new landline. Hurrah! But, no one else had got through. I rang Sister Jane, but she couldn’t. She’ll try again later in the day. I 
rang the Doctor’s with the new number. Kara rang the 
earlier and confirmed the lift for the morning to see and return from my visit to see the psychotherapist… Which still amazes me. I mentioned to the lady in the reception at the Audio Clinic, that I could no longer change the tubing on my hearing aids, due to my Peripheral Neuropathy. Explaining that this means my neurotransmitters are dying, and I cannot sense touching things or not; the brain is not getting the messages, or getting the wrong ones. And she booked me an appointment to see the Dementia Psychotherapist, tomorrow. 
After hours of blogging and mistake-making, I stood up to get to the kitchenette in search of a nibble… The day pouch almost fell to my ankles; it was that full. But, I rescued the situation in my usual calm, efficient manner. Well, it didn’t burst anyway!
Time to get a meal sorted out. 
Bacon bits, tomatoes, passata, liquid sea salt, Milk Roll bread and a banana. Very Nice! Flavour Rating: 8.3/10. After washing the things up, I destroyed three bags of cheesy curls. Hehe!
The missing flag fooled me. Tsk!
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04:00hrs: 300ml of urine this morning.
I got on with the blogging straight away…
Well, with a few interruptions from Liberty-Global.
internet may become more stable.
Grunglenuts!
This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag.
Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway.
And the throw for the bed on the flat airer.
The socks kept slipping off of the bars.
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The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & tw
This was when I noticed an odd sock among them.
Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer.
Folded the seven diabetic socks.
And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Wet or what?
Yes, wet!
The left side was even worse.
The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale.
300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch! 
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, 
ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
blood trickling down my leg.
I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay. 
I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again.
This one came out lighter without the flash.
by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with precious 
, I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again:Â 
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving.  
He’ll be their lawyer?
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A little dark, but less than of late.
Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.
Tried again later.
So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.
Ah, black turning to blue?
Later on, grey fog.
Only three trips today. All the same in nature.
Daily total for internet failures Much better…
The fog was still thick four hours later.
Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!
Aha, I can see shapes!
The day bag often filled up quick today.
Late afternoon, I see houses. Hehe!
Medicationings done.
Then sank out of view within minutes.
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The urine is still too dark.
Mug of Glengettie. My having to go out with trousers on, I did not drink anything else, in case the bladder did the dirty on me like on the last visit, and suddenly filled up, and the pouch dropped down my leg and I had a messy job of getting to the WC while holding onto the pouch, and walker, struggled to get into a cubicle, to empty the little monkey of a bladder bag!
Through the balcony window. It was -3c.
Got it done in time, then sorted out the needs for the visit to the QMC. Got down to the foyer in plenty of time, and utilised the crossword book, while waiting for the Easy Link lift to arrive. Which came a little late. But with the state of the icy roads, I expected it.
Set off, with the nice driverless avoiding the speed bump route, after I mentioned the bleeding haemorrhoids from last week’s lift. Bless her!
Winchester Street icy- Hill.
Don’t remember taking this one at all? I was also confused as to how I’d got a different shape of photos from 
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EENT arriving, area freed of ice, Security Guards.
The driver dropped me off; she had to dash off for her next customer, so as I was walking in through the front doors of the EENT…
filled and fell down my leg. Once again, 
Got lost finding the treatment room, but someone was at hand to tell me it was at the end of the pointed out corridor, left through the double doors, and that’s it. I thanked them. They sent me to another corridor, but I found that one easily enough.
Took this snap as I fought off falling asleep.
I took this snap as I settled in the minibus.
Despite my not having drunk anything for several hours, the day pouch was already half-full after the emergency emptying at the hospital? 
went down six times
The day pouch was soon filling up after I’d started to drink the water again. But still, a reddish colour that flowed into the pouch!
I think it was Victor, but could have been anyone with my lack of short-term memory, who sent me this photo of Sherwood. Yesterday or today’s scene? 
BBQ sauce and bread, and a pot of jelly.
The Lace holes.
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The first-day pouch emptying.
What the heck is that in the bowl?
It’s still icy out there…
The bottom field is, too!
Far end protected by the poor trees?
The pigeons were only on one rooftop?
Took a tumble. Nae bother.
To Date!
Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!
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Terrible dark night bag!
Only four visits today.
The main bother today was.
Took this shot of the 03:30hrs morning view.
Day pouch filled up quickly without me having anything to eat yet? Darker than ever now?
A wobbly shot of the moon taken.
Medical items are listed for the nurse.
Tray washed, waste bags amalgamated.
Then found some out-of-date food, so another bag to go.
No idea why I took this one.
Wash and mess made and cleaned up after using the Trotsky-controlled Porcelain Throne.
Mug of tea at long last.
 
I missed this shot off, of the third try this morning.
. Tried again…
Ah, that was better.
Taken to the right.
Too tired to cook owt, so I had a Pork Farms Pork pie, pickled beetroot, and Milk Roll bread…
I hadn’t noticed it last night, but when I came to uploading it this morning, my Pareidoliaising could see something in the bowl. Can you see it, before reading further?
I tried a final photo after washing the dishes.
A bit better, I suppose.
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, the tube yanked inside the little fella, causing more blood loss, but this is nothing to a man of my stature. I could see blood coming through the pink bandaging that Nurse Sarah had put on the right leg, yesterday. And as I tried to raise myself from the depths of the crumb covered from the cheesy curls I’d nocturnally unknowingly eaten, I was shaken like never been before via 
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does not give way just like that, and his pains stay a lot longer… yes, they are guilty! Hehe!
arrived
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arrived and did the medications. I think he was well pleased with not having to do the leg straps on both legs. Hehehe! Did his BP. Looking good again! 
. The Meridian team leader arrived. She asked for some catheter night bags, as a chap in the flats has just come out of hospital and is in need. She took a bag and said she would return it when his stocks arrived later next week. Glad to help.
Two-tone leg straps and bandaging.
Waste bags sorted.
The Iceland order arrived.
Exceptional no-meat meat slices today.
They had beef in them, and they had carefully ensured that the food was ready-crushed to save my few teeth when I ate them, I assume. How kind!
Substituted milk roll loaf with tasteless white.
Got the Carers & Nurses nibbles box filled
Nice little clouds.
The papules can be felt bleeding under the bandaging.
Found this new to me word.
Differences displayed.
Mopped the kitchen floor.
nearly had me over at one time. But I managed to stay perpendicular. Just!
Going, going…
Still going…
Close up…
Ah… Gone!