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But last night’s coughing, sore throat and sneezing had disappeared. Thankfully.
I pottered about 
and got the waste bags sorted for collection.
Again, the evacuation seemed as solid as a rock.
I didn’t even try to force it; I left it to nature and counted the cracks in the ceiling. Still no motion. So, I got on the crossword puzzling book. I was getting brave, but the expected anticipated torpedo needed some encouragement. Which hurt a bit, but things flowed.
Red ski in the morning, Shepherds Warning?
I trapped my finger in the cupboard door, pulled my hand away, and knocked over the kitchen towel and its holder. I spent an hour or so trying to get it glued back together. If I’m gentle with it from now on, it might last for a while.
Back to the wet room and deposited myself on the Throne.
The relief of the last visit a short while ago was forgotten about. had returned with a vengeance! Tsk!
As I left the room, taking care not to walk into the doorframe this time, 
chimed and in walked 
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A, or maybe it may have been a; I can’t recall Shaquille leaving, yet a glimmer of me in the hallway saying cheers lingers at the back of my mind. So, maybe I can after all.
called on me. I remember all of this visit… I think. Kara booked the two hospital lifts for me. Ah, maybe I can’t recall all of it! I seem to believe that Kara rang the Doctors for me, but I have no idea why and am not sure she did. Things are not good in the head’s hard drive today, not that they have been for many months. Kara also checked the two emails and text I was struggling with.
Checked the dates on the food in the fridge for me; that’s a great help. Sometimes Kara finds out-of-date items that, with my failing eyesight, I cannot read, the print is too small, and her cotton socks. ♥.
I shot ominously dark clouds, which could be seen again, as last week, lurking about up in the sky.
I missed this Kodak Tim shot earlier. Or did I? I’ll have a look now. Yes, I missed it off. It’s a pleasant-looking view of local homes near the flats. Three murder spots have been in view this year already. Two muggings were on the cut-through between the houses. I had no idea what happened last night, but I saw the blue flashings from the police cars and ambulance. It’s all clear this morning, though. I’ll keep an eye on the news to get some snippets.
Time to get some food down me now.
I’ll need to pay close attention to this meal. It has the same base as yesterday’s. The vegetables bake for 25 minutes. Then, I must add the vegetarian sausages 15 minutes later, no, 10 minutes later. When the 20 minutes were up, I put the root-vegetable potatoes in the microwave for five minutes, as if I knew what I was talking about!
I really cocked it up in the morning. I was checking the SD card and thought what a great job I’d done taking a picture of the second vegetarian meal in two days, effort. Minutes later, I got the car in the slot… but the snap of the meal had done a runner! Or, conversely, I may have hit the delete button by mistake. This now seems more likely, as Peripheral Neuropathy, making the fingers numb to touch, is getting more frequent and lasting longer. (Mind you, it comes in handy when one burns a finger or hand on the oven; one doesn’t feel the pain! Until I smell the burning and take a look – then the brain gets the message from the warped eyes, and I do feel the belated pain. I’ve noticed this. Mistakes on the keyboard have got me into many a pickle this last week. Well, this week, as well!
TTFNski!
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Veering towards the Trotsky Terence level.
The feet & tootsies looked better.
The medicationalisationings followed.
The shaving went well; there were only a few minor nicks. No bother.
Got in a tangle with the 
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The last one turned involuntarily into a work of art, or I was interfered with 
. Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?
Another oddly-hued photo?
Contrails in the beautiful sky.
Taking an automated wee-wee. Hahaha!
Clouds to the left.
Clouds to the right (Of the kitchen window)
Later, when I went to investigate what to have for the daily meal, I had this wonderful view to photograph. This one is rather special. Gorgeous!
It could be Putin in heaven, I thought.
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High morning sky.
Lower down.
Wonky, wobbly view.
First…
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It gets better! Hehe!
Made a brew of Glengettie. Of course, I started writing a blog post and forgot all about tea. Huh!
Where’s it coming from?
The day bag dropped down the leg, so I must have been drinking well enough while half out of it?
I did notice the nibble box had been well-raided. Haha!
And 
was bleeding.
Garden peas, potato cakes and caramelised little pork sausages. These were eaten with bits of the baguette wrapped around each one and dipped in the new Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle!
Got the bed ready to receive the mini-elephantine body and decided to have a bag of chip sticks to round off the meal. I checked the taps and heating and got down in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to eat the treats.
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Not a good start!
Morning kitchen view.
ARGH!
The legs and feet looked better now. But both cartilage and backs of the knees were worse. Got the medicationing done. Two shaving cuts, a stubbed toe and a heck of a job getting the PPs on.
Computer on, CorelDraw for graphics.
Took an afternoon shot of the clouds.
As I took the first one, a crow flew into view.
The sun’s setting was earlier than ever tonight.
Yum, Yum!
Low shot.
High shot.
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and knocked the bottle of soda water off of the chair arm, and my glasses fell off of my head. Went to the kitchen to wash the mug from last night. By 
at 07:15hrs. No 
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I took off the 
get the thing started, and after a couple of loud plonks in the water that sounded like bricks falling, the stinking flood of semi-liquid content flowed!
, olive oiling the earholes, and painfully 
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knees, I 
set about cleaning up my rear end, and I think the initial tending to the bum 
took over half a toilet roll; things were wet and so sticky! Not to mention phooey!
I got the alert bands back on. The Dementia and FND ones, I couldn’t find anywhere?
The view from the kitchen window mirrored how I felt at that moment. 
and took this photograph on the left of the view on offer.
on the bottom of the radiator. I was getting more and more hot under the collar now! What next, I thought?
Started updating yesterday’s blog.
gave way or else 
would nearly have me over. She may well get me later on, though; they have been very persistent today!
Called while I was in a state of depression. But we both have similar t things affecting us, and we chatted while she did the medicationing, and I think we cheered each other up a smidgeon. The weather seemed to be getting darker? A 
short, sharp, heavy shower followed a little later. Of course, my plan to ask the next caller to put the ankle and leg strappings and diabetic socks back on went out of the window
done. This means trying to get this blog done early, or at least most of it, cause I’ll not have time in the morning to do it first thing, so I’ll need to get my head down earlier… but of course, this does not bother me a bit. 
The new slippers were giving me no bother today. 
The PP’s are bloodied. 
Taken to my left, this shot is lighter as the sun is on the way down. You can see the shadows of it on the first one above right.
Bootiful!
Called. I took his BP. I’ll put it on the list for tomorrow. He Had to rush, with the visit times being halved, but I managed to take it.
It filled a lot quicker this time around.
Heated the oven for the chips for the chips to go in later. Scorched a finger or two on the bars.
I made a brew of the finest tea, Glengettie. The only one allowed now daily. This is because the Warfarin Anticoagulation INR results are all over the place. They blame the tea drinking. So, no longer two mugs of tea allowed daily, but one! Grunglenagocks!
Went to wash the mug, and the night hue had changed again.
Ah, well, at least it had a Tate Gallery-appealing artistic side to it. Hehehe! 
As I turned to grab my 
, a tug on the tube via 
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I limped to the wet room, and I cleaned up and medicated various things.
Then another 
twinged and at the same 
instant, gave way on me! I didn’t hit the deck, but I did bang my right elbow on the sink while using it to stop me from going down and stubbing my toe against the stanchion. 
Well, I got two of them.
and is one of the oldest temples in Bhubaneswar, the capital of the Indian state of Odisha, India. The temple is the most prominent landmark of Bhubaneswar City and one of the state’s major tourist attractions.
Oven chips, Lamb & Mutton burgers, milk roll bread, & sliced pickled beetroot. With a small pot of tasteless orange-flavoured jelly, which started off with a small pot of blackberry cheesecake. 
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06:35hrs: Up and removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day pouch on my left leg.
Read the contents label. It showed that 500ml of urine had been passed in a few hours of kip.
An early Blue-Hue shot.
I seem to have taken two? Nobody told me. Hehe!
Wet room to get a wash and empty the half-full already day pouch.
Christopher has a new yellow bobble hat on. I resisted making any comments of a humorous nature. I liked it, and was jealous! Haha!
Chris took a couple of shots of the ailments of the morning. The waste bag, the catheter, always filling faster than Rishi, is losing votes.
Chris 
The urine bag filled quickly again, and the colour didn’t look very good this time.
A bit of red joined the blue hue!
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Of course, putting Phorpain gel on the shoulder, dropping the tube and treading on it, squirting most of the contents sell over my legs and the wet room floor, my two odd slippers ageing a stickiness and spreading it about so had to be taken off… then the flaming 
started as I bent down to 
Yet another need to empty the pouch! How come this is happening when I’d not been drinking very much at all? Far short of requirements anyway.
I decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I opened a packet of the new large cookies with white chocolates on the top and black chocolate bits inside. They were far too sweet for me. Humph!
Took this shot from the computer chair. I continued making mistake after mistake and errors in typing on the computer. I’ve known for months that this was going to come as Peripheral Pete and the dying neurotransmitters got worse. But it was still a shock to find myself struggling so much. Now I’ll have to cut back on the blogging, no choice. So sad!
Off again. Still too dark as well.
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, to have a go at me nocturnally too. I certainly woke up in an unaccountably niggly, self-hating mood.
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Late morning sky, 04:32hrs.
. Just when I was going to the wet room to get the ablutions done! I was in such low spirits, that I pressed on and got the shaving done first, fetching, having to struggle carrying hot water from the kitchen in the kettle and saucepan, and back again several times. Humph! It didn’t bother me in the slightest.
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Had to clean up the haemoglobin on the sink & floor!
Carer Chris arrived and got the diabetic socks, and leg straps, on for me, and meds were given.
Got with the much-belated Tues blog.
The mudslide reclining?
View during the rain, through the balcony.
View from the kitchen in the rain.
Rain stopping now.
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Three early morning views.
The high moon in the amazingly light sky.
Or, did I set 
Closer up.
Even closer.
Not sure why I took this one.
I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.
, a lovely gal. S
I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe 
was, or both of us?
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I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.
The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?
Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Two slices of plain bread, with one…
Gorgeous early morning supper!
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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. 
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! 
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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were all in activation mode, and a smidgeon of self-pity came over me. As the coughing started. Followed, immediately I tried to mode, by the involuntary sharp in-taking of breaths? Nowt new, it was the same yesterday, but I’d hoped things would have died down a little by now. 
Then, as I stood up to get to photograph the colour of the bag’s urine… I emitted what can only be called a cry in pain of Argh! Or similar. 
kicked off, and will be with me as I hobble until January the something when the foot-lady calls on me. This is not a good prospect. Then again, have I any good prospects ahead of me? Not had many in the past,
either. Haha!
To the kitchenette, and took this rather failed photograph of the first morning view.
Another cock-up effort. 
I suppose me being either a gifted pareidolian or bonkers, see it clearly. Haha!
were even worse. So, I gave up. I’m going to have an early meal 
and settle down for a break. 
My pareidolia came out again. One of the little clouds (circled, right) looked just like a mouse to me. Just thought I’d mention it. I emptied out what drop there 
was of urine in the day pouch, and off to get the nosh cooking.
Mystery photo taken yet again here? Why, what for, when and any reasoning is not on the agenda at the moment. Another accidental activation?
Made a brew and got back on the computer for a while getting some blog catching-up done. Well, I say done, I made so many cock-ups I gave up after an hour or so.
all up, and delved into the fridge to get some ice cream for afters. 
woke me up an hour later. I was not in good shape response-wise. 
… he kept on installing what sounded like evidence in a courtroom being read out… reminding me of my past failings, bad decisions and lack of success. On, and on he went!