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0500hrs: I was awake, removing the nocturnal Catheter pouch. The mobile flashed in the distance, so I went to get the text message or phonecall. It was an EE network. Part of the Oligarchal Liberty-Global money-mad world rulers. It also owns Virgin Media, which owns shares in Vodafone, EE, Three, and many other European communication companies.
I deleted it. And visited the Porcelain Throne.
Trootskt Terence controlled, super-gooey, sticky, stinky and a deep straw colour.
I sorted out the waste bins and concentrated on getting things ready for the Audio Clinic visit. In a nutshell, the usual nothing-goes-right situation early on. I woke and took off the night Catheter bag. I saw the mobile’s light flashing. Thinking it might be the computer man, the Audio Centre or the Carers, I got up to investigate. Realising it was 0500hrs, I saw it was from EE Mobile, telling me they were raising the cost by 20%, but that by getting a different plan I could… I deleted it! After an hour or so trying to catch up on the blog, realising there would be precious little time left, it dawned on me that my right sock, slipper, and foot were wet. Yes, in the panic to get to the phone in case it was the computer man, I’d not turned the release valve off properly. So. I stumbled over getting my socks off, but I managed to do it with the help of the picker-upperer. Then had to fill a bowl with Dettol and hot water and wash my feet! Which I did without spilling any (just a little miracle there, Haha!).
I felt the warm urine as it wet my sock and filled my slipper. Some terrible language was uttered 
with a sort of loud wailing noise, of anger, and frustration!
I had to get my socks off, carry a bowl of hot water into the main room, bet my feet disinfected and washed, and use paper towels and the picker-upper to dry them. Then strip off and get to the wet room, to wash the leg, have a shave and do the teggies, which brought more hassle and pain. No matter how carefully and gently I cleaned the rotting, whole-ridden teeth I have left, it was agony!
The self-anger got worse as I realised that had I not got to the mobile to see who was texting, I would not have left the damned Catheter valve open!
I think a home is the best option for me.
As I left the wet room, I found that Carer Ejaz was in the front room. He must have come in, but I did not hear the door chime while the noisy wall heater was on in the wet room, which was only on cause I pee’d all over myself again and had to strip off to wash… am I annoyed? Yes. YES! YES!
Ejaz issued the medications. And took away the night pouch and bowl for me. I got one with finishing yesterday’s, and starting this blog.
Then I started getting the things I needed ready to take with me to the Clinic.
Still awaiting Carer Ejaz’s photo-snaps to arrive. He’ll be busy catching up with himself now.
I’ve got into a mess chronologically. Sorry.
Some Photos From The Day Out.
The old Odeist, Inchie.
He struggled onto the minibus lift,
Here, awaiting his strapping in.
Offering a doff of his cap to his mass of followers.
Both of them! Hehehe!
En route to the Clinic.
Gregory Boulevard, or
the Forest Island, on.
Mansfield Road.
Nottingham General Cemetery cottages, known as the Freemen’s Houses or Almshouses, were built between 1837 and 1840. Designed by architect Samuel Sutton Rawlinson, these Grade II-listed, stucco and brick buildings flank the main entrance (gatehouse) on Canning Circus. They were designed to house aged freemen and their widows.
By 1923, 150,000 bodies had been buried, and the then Medical Officer of Health expressed concern about the future of the cemetery if interments continued. A Bill was brought before Parliament by Nottingham Corporation to close the cemetery to further interments, except into existing family graves. Due to escalating operating costs after the Second World War, the Company made representations to the Corporation to take over the cemetery. The Corporation declined, the Company went into voluntary liquidation and the cemetery became vested in the Crown. The Crown conveyed the freehold of the cemetery and all its responsibilities to the City Council in 1956, and it remains (2010) in their
ownership. Nottingham General Cemetery in Canning Circus has implemented evening closures for pedestrians to improve security. Although the site is a public green space, these restrictions were introduced after reports of antisocial behaviour, muggings, and vandalism. To prevent unauthorised access at night, the specific gates are now locked. But still, we find spirit, and cider bottles, and drug needles found that were not there the day before.
Easy-Lift minibus leaving,
Upper Colledge Street and
left onto Derby Road.
On the way home.
Sister Jane & Pete arrived.
Ejaz did the teatime call.
I got the meal marinating. This may sound all wrong, but I love Bombay potatoes with Tiryaki sauce and Gung Po sauce, with added potatoes, water chestnuts, and some bread to dip in it as I eat it.
Oh, I’d better defrost some bread now!
I put some pods and fabric freshener pearls in the laundry bag. Ready for tomorrow. Did I say the nurse is calling again tomorrow? 💟
I took two, not-so-good shots of the view offered through the kitchenette window.
Then I put a few slices of Milk Roll Soft Bread in the microwave for a couple of minutes on the defrost setting.
Which prompts me to give a little bit of safety advice on 
closing a microwave door. If you’d like or prefer not to end up wth your wrist in Techicolour, I advise that you don’t catch it against the locking mechanism of the microwave door – in particular, don’t do it twice in nearly the exact same spot! Pretty, though! Hehe!
I kept my neighbour and Angel Jenny updated with the day’s proceedings via email. It’s like, so great to have someone care. I do admire and thank her. 🎀🌺
Better have a go at comments and WP reader now, before I fall asleep, and my eyes fade again. But having the hearing aids sorted and working is great!
Going to get some food now, back in the morning.
Well, I hope so!
Some of the extra potatoes I added were not cooked enough. Spent ages testing each piece and dishing the tooth-challenging ones that I’d added. Hey-Ho!
🟤 Keep Safe, Each! 🟤
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A teeth-friendly nosh.
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has been working overtime for the past two days. And a few seizures only helped to warp and confuse things.
Early sky shot.
I hope Jenny & Frank might like them. If not, Jenny can pass them on to someone in need.
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After taking these two, I drifted off to sleep for four hours. Total amassed overnight and this morning, making a total of 18 hours in the Land-of-Nod.
Afternoon rain
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Pleased for once with the result.
Before getting my head down after washing the meal things, I gave each of the broken, cracked, chipped, loose and painful teggies a squirt of the toothache spray. Then I had a thought.
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on. I took this first snap of the morning (left). It was not as cold as I thought it would be when I opened the window. This is often a sign 
of snow coming. The forecast was a yellow warning for snow in Nottingham. But it didn’t fall. Unlike me, when I went to the wet room. I fell against the sink after using the Throne, and went to have a wash and do the teggies, with the 
prescription toothpaste. Very, very carefully. I could not avoid it hurting with the darned teeth, several of them that had somehow come 
loose. As much as I took care not to overly pressure them, it was a painful job. I think it must have been the crispy, cheesy potatoes I had last night. I really love them, but dare not have any more with the state of my teggies. Instant mash and cheese from now on. Not the same, but needs must. I pondered things over, and realised that the super tasty seaweed snacks, the hot ones with chilli, are much 
The intercom rang; it was the delivery of a Morrison order. I let him in by pressing the door release button and waited for him to arrive. This is a doorstep delivery. And waited… a little longer… and a few minutes more. Went to check on the Amazon site, “This order was Delivered Today”
ree-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing even more now. 
away. I was fuming, but the physical aches kept me from getting mad, if that makes sense. Then got the bags, one by one, into the flatlet in the hallway. I had to leave then, and sit down to recover from my chest pains to ease the breathlessness. 
Got the things put away, taking this snap of the view from the kitchenette. My anger was not easing, though. I got on the computer to try to complain to Amazon. Typical oligarch tricks again. Just like British Gas and Virgin Media… 
g back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make
finished off yesterday’s blog. My heart was not in it. That’s a first. I felt, and still do, so downhearted. Thanks to Amazon oligarchs.
Hello, a final, nae, first blast of the powerful but fading sun got through. Those little clouds have been showing for hours. Do you know what that means? No, nor me. Hehe!
The sun faded shortly after taking the Kodak-Tim-2 camera photo.
when you want him?
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well, almost delivered today by Oligarchs Amazon. But let’s not get back on that subject. It’s still sore! I have some soft bread, but what to go on it? No-butter butter, of course, I’ve some soft blue 
cheese to go with the bread. Some pickled onions, I can suck them but not bite them. Huh! Luckily, I bought the cheaper but softer chicken sausages (Not hostages, Keir!), which I should be able to manage to eat. The Spanish tomatoes are out of season ones, and fat to hard skin and flesh for me to tackle, so I’ll dish them. I have a jar of sliced green tomatoes in water. I’ll see if they are manageable for my poor, cracked, broken, painful, rotting, just been checked by the dentist, who told me they’d be fine until the next visit, teggies to handle.
Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
The sourdough bread was extra
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Well, four words, then.
The day had no particular disasters, calamities, or any Accifauxpas. 
Morning snaps.
From the kitchenette window.
Different angles.
Wide shot to end.
Kettle on for at last.
I made a right mess of my mouth and treggies! Several were loosened, one broken, and all painful!
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A day of losing contact. With the brain, it’s not unusual. But I found myself dull-witted many times throughout Thursday.
The morning was less misty.
Oh!
Food delivery
All treats in this photo
Oh, a few more treats!
The morning photos, Copse on the hill
Kitchen view
Can’t recall taking this one.
CorelDraw problems.
Fish meal today. Battered fishcakes, red onions, posh imitation fish sticks, and tomatoes
Last shots of the day
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on the rampage. emptied the Catheter bag, and got the kettle on as I slowly regained my senses. Well, I say regained, I mean searched for any remnants of sense, and pretended to find some.
I took snaps of the foggy morning.
Made the brew of Co-op 99 tea, sorted the waste bags, and flew into the wetroom… well, hurriedly hobbled into the wetroom. Trotsky Terence was in full control. I’m getting fed up with the evacuations alternating so often.
aving, it went well, I thought, and it seemed all done in a quick time. Being a pareidoliaser, I spotted the nose & face in the paper towels in this photo, can you see it?
Back to the kitchen and snapped the same view as earlier. Blue mist now. Realising I’d not finished shaving. I noticed the foam on my face. I’m
The early morning delivery arrived, and I got it sorted as best I could. 
given, and Phorpain Gel was applied. Said ‘Tara!’ and I went to the kitchen and took a third shot of the view. Changed again.
Mansfield Sherwood, where I stood as
Not sure where this was.
Inchie at the bus stop.
Up towards the Dentist, Opticians,
Inchie, next to the bookies.
On the bus.
En route.
Scarred Inchie, getting off the bus.
Walking to the flats.
Sunset.
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05:30hrs, I rose gingerly, did the balance exercises, made the bed and noticed how little urine was in the bag. A good colour, though. 
but there you are. I done my bestest. 
the waste bags into one. Had a wash
dropped in the kitchen that I couldn’t safely retrieve. 
Thick-sliced white bread, shredded and sliced Leicester cheese. 
put with the already large stack I have of them in the other room. 
I’m not sure why I took this photograph. I imagine that something witty came to mind, and I snapped it, thinking I’d remember what it was about when I saw it on the SD card. 
hese photos on the SD card. Sorry if they are from the, or for, the wrong day. It seems the mist had dropped again.
Then, I got a phone call from the QMC hospital. Thinking at first that it might be the EENT wing, to advise me of an appointment being made to have the Glaucoma or the Cataract treated. Or even more miraculously, the Neurology Department. To tell me an appointment has been made to investigate the seizures. Just perhaps it may be the bloke who told me that my Pre-Morbid Cognitive Impairment is treatable and placed me on the waiting list to be seen. 2003, that was. But No.
Took this shot while the Carer was here at about 20:00hrs. I forgot to ask him to take my socks off for me, so I could have a shower and a lather in the morning. But I forgot to ask. I suppose 
were ready, so I closed the computer after cleaning it and made this meal. Wonderful!
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Later, I had a nightmare…