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Not one of the best of days… again!
However, after losing many hours, having no WordPress help, and Firefox going all apeshit on me, then the interruptions when I got back on blogging, the good old reliable failings from 
Kept failing to get a signal again! To date, as I write
03:35hrs: I stirred back to ersatz life in the c1966, 300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, with 
and giving me sharp pains whether I was moving or not!
The tummy pains were rumbling, and the unwanted pleasure was rampant! All apart, I assume, from the cold that’s coming on.
Taking off the 
, has never been more painful. And being on the receiving end of the pain.
Got the waste bags into one, along with the unremembered-eating six empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin at the side of the ottoman.
Tried again to get a decent early morning shot…
Obviously, this failed again.
Made a brew of Gleangettie.
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
Ten minutes later, back again!
Tried again for a shot of the later view.
Ah, that’s a bit betterer!
THEN THE COMPUTER COCK-UPS!
1) Firefox went into processing mode.
Nothing I could do, so I left it to do its own thing.
Took a photo of the end of the car park. Had a rinse, then back to see how things were progressing with the Firefox…
Still working away… do whatever it was doing.
Made another brew for the one that went cold.
Firefox still working away…
I checked on what to have for nosh later.
Firefox still working away…
2) Then went on CorelDraw. However…
When using import to export, the swatch comes up full screen, and I can’t reduce it back to the original size to see the template simultaneously! Anger-Making!
came. I was at a low point when she arrived. Unsure if I’d lost my internet or not. And as I was telling her my woes… guess what happened? Followed by 
and a relatively long, violent period of flailing about from a 
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& strappings put on for me. I was so fed up and frustrated I declined any painkillers.
I took two shots of the clouds now the rain had stopped, and they were a little better this time.
Beautiful!
After Sam departed, taking the laundry with her for me, I faffled about trying to cure the problem with the browser. Not the foggiest about what I was doing, and I got nowhere with the task at hand. Eventually, I had no idea how or why… the internet browser started working after many Windows opened that were too technical for me to understand and comprehend!
If I opened Firefox using the icon on the home page, I got a different setup showing. Using the the one in the bottom tray, and I got a usual one up? But…
I’d lost the connection to Grammarly!
I asked about this and explained things on the help page, but all I could get was a set of pre-answers to dozens of problems other than the one I needed help with.
Three hours later… I had to reinstall Grammarly. I ticked the icon to use it in Firefox, but this did not initially work. A message came up half an hour later, telling me that Grammarly is now installed for Firefox.
Praying, I closed everything down and rebooted.
Went into Firefox, my sites visited, and favourites came up; then I opened WordPress, the one I do need Grammarly to work on more than any other. SUCCESS!
By now, the evening Carer had arrived, and I was mentally drained and weary from the constant ailments and pains of the day. Asked if I wanted any painkillers, I replied, just two boxes, please! Haha! We did his Blood Pressure, and off he trotted home… with some treats in thanks, of course.
Now for the nosh-preparing
Taste-Rating: 8.2/10.
Tried again to get some decent night shots of the view from the kitchenette as I washed the pots.
Not too bad?
It’s not too good either!
Well, if a cupboard handle dropped off one of mine, it wouldn’t matter to me. In fact, I have four of them missing… I just counted them! So I didn’t get the answer. Until I looked at this!
Acne and Eczema-faced Inchy,
Now scowls more, involuntarily,
Living life, unconventionality,
Errors, mistakes, made unintentionally,
Getting things right occasionally,
No… more like ultra rarely!
Decision-making, absurdly,
For an old man, he’s excellent immaturity,
Coping with his immobility,
Living with Peripheral Neuropathy,
Questioning his own sanity…
Recognises his vulnerability,
Accepting his lack of winnability,
Misses his previous imbecility,
Every day, Accifauxpas or a malady,
Addicted to his tabatière,
His life getting even more eerie,
His total lack of any theopathy!
His brain is crumbling, admittedly.
He thinks this is a terrible pity…
His life’s getting more demanding, more shitty!
Still, he likes to watch a documentary,
History, or maybe whodunnitry?
It gets harder for him to watch TV,
He still can’t manually pee!
This ode flowed out freely – sadly! Hehehe!
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As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’
The early morning sky was grand, too!
Waste bags into one.
And got the kettle on and made a brew.
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came.
The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
came. We had a natter while he did a good job fitting the legs and ankle support straps.
Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.
Next, by gum, she helped me out some today. I keep asking her to adopt me as Grandad, but no. Hehe!
Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful.
Here’s the animals!
Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out.
Got the potato chunks in the oven tray.
Sprayed the potatoes with light oil.
Made up another waste bag.
Dettol Lavender disinfectant.
Evening views from the kitchen window.
No signs of any rain yet.
Just started and 
arrived.
. I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from 
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal. 
ruled brain thought!
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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03:00rs: The end car park.
0400hrs:
This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort.
No idea why!
Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?
Can’t recall taking this one, or when.
Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!
Blurry…
Blurry.
Blurrier.
Really, really Blurrier!
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left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight.
Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the
, gallons of water, to keep refilling the 
, and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… 
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
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Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne.
It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and;
It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her 
when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark. 
As is my mode of luck, failure and frustrationalisationings, the lad tried ringing them and could not get through to them; they were too busy. He tried again later, and I think they told him he was 11th in the queue waiting! He said he’d try again later and would let me know. I’ve heard nothing.
While taking a zoomed-in shot of the mudslide at the end car park, leaning out of the balcony window a smidgeon, poor, battered about by the tubing sticking in him for what must be over a year now, 
was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch!
I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening 
him two letters that’d been delivered.
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding
, 
, 
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, the new 
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, and now 
which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). 
on the left foot, and the 
on the right foot! Or the 
, or both legs having 
, 
, or 
, 
and his unwelcome 
, along with other ailments, disabling my physical capabilities. Then of course there is 
Not too bad at all!
Yummy!
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Woke late, nearly 07:00hrs: Mind you I didn’t get my head down until about 04:00hrs, I stayed up all night to get caught up with the blogging. Got the pouch emptied and changed, and needed (I thought) to go to the wet room to visit the Throne. I was wrong!
Only one long blast of wind!
arrived as I was cleaning the blood from 
and poor battered about 
… I spoke with her through the open door. She kindly asked if I needed any help. 
Today, I had to have another strap put on the right leg.
which looked like this.
She put some pads on the wounds, before putting on the diabetic decompression sock, and then…
After both straps and socked legs were done…
and now having chicken legs, t
A Photo of the Asda bits here, I forgot.
I selected three potatoes, to use later to use making some cheesy baked spuds.
I’d got the spuds from the oven, making a right mess dropping bits of potato all over the floor and treading on them, while scraping the flash out of the husks, into the basin with the cheese in it. Bashed them about and mixed it all up. I added sea salt and no-butter butter as I did my best to blend the mixture together.
Back in the oven to crisp up for an hour, and had another feast to eat! After that, I settled down with my legs and feet up on the Carers chair. 
After he’d gone, I realised that the pads had been leaking. No bother; they soon stopped.
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, and at the same time, I knocked the milk off of the counter and hit my elbow trying to catch it from falling on the floor. I missed, and a splattering of milk was spilt. Bent down to wipe it up before it got sticky, and that set off. Not that it bothered me, of course. 
and 
failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. 
, followed by a few quietly emitted oaths and curses, as I hit my 
against the leg stanchion on the chair. 
Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after 
doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the 
, and grabbed 
, to take this photo of the colouring. Which was not too bad at all.
I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, 
the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; 
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Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it.
Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.
Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one.
Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.
Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted.
Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening.
Off to the wet room for the first 
duties.
man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to 
Galore on the blogging, so I gave it up and did some sorting in the spare room. No lifting or bending, though, as per the instructions and recommendations from Sarah of the Falls & Rehabilitations Team. More bags to go. Back to the mistake ridden-ever correcting the blogging.
. Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier 
case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!
I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk!
A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.
As I took this snap of the beautiful sky…
I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky…
What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon.
The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as 
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste. 
droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° 
heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, 
washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! 
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Another Inchy Failure – He got 3 in 60 seconds!
Not so Good This Week
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A bit clearer this morning in the nocturnal pouch
Why? What? I know not!
Day pouch filled up with darker urine?
The compression bandaging was looking good.
Into the kitchen to check the taps.
You’d not believe how long and the mess it took me to get the pad on the mop. The ‘Speed-Mop’ – Huh!
It didn’t move a lot of the dirt and stains…
Just about worth the effort & pain it cost me.
Finally got a brew of tea made. I made it carefully, cause this is the last of the three china mugs I bought. Last week, I mourned the passing (and shattering) of the second mug this year. I do think that tea tastes better, imbibed from these mugs. Well, mug, now!.
She kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me.
I thanked her, and was suddenly slightly stupefied as she departed; When I realised (or thought) that the order was ordered for 8 days later? I shan’t go any further into that, as this sickenly often-repeated Whoopsie with the food, was getting me into a self-loathing mode.
Household items.
Treats, luxury fodder!
A mixture.
A crammed-to-the-hilt fridge & freezer.
The rain had been coming for ten minutes or so when I went, as I often do, due to the memory-distorting qualities of 
The rain was pouring down heavily as I took this photo from the kitchen window to the North.
Then one straight ahead… all taken through the window
A final one towards the City Centre.
I’ve tried to explain these blanks to the lady at what was then, a Dementia counselling meet. But it was taken casually and she moved on to other areas, as if she did not believe me, or didn’t want to discuss the subject.
Another carer called as I was eating the meal. But memory is patchy of even that. By the time I was washing the pots up, things seemed to clear?
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Took this shot of the evening in Night-Scene mode using 