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The first thing I recall on waking up was 
. Seconds later, I realised I was virtually shivering with cold. I knew something was wrong to feel this cold as I saw this morning’s sunshine blasting
through my cotton-thin, tattered-edged curtains, their hooks missing from the balcony. I took off the nocturnal Catheter pouch, got a hold of 
and went over to 
investigate where the cold was coming from. Taking this snap of the view… through the wide open balcony door! No wonder I was shivering, I’d left the doors open and been sleeping in the nearby aged, grotty-looking, c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. I closed the door and found that I had somehow lost one of my night socks. I needed to get warm, and, conveniently, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I limped into the wet room and put the heater on. Got sat on the raised plastic seat, and wallowed in the warmth from the convector heater on the wall. It took mages to get the evacuation underway, but as I was warming up, I didn’t mind it at all today. I was convinced after ten minutes of urging and pushing, the Constipation Conrad would be in control. But, no! Although the first torpedo clunked into the bowl, immediately followed of a Trotsky Terence-like 
performance of splattering, stinking, watery mass flowed. The torpedo was dark brown; the follow-up was orangey-light brown. It cost me half of a new toilet roll, and an awfully long time to clean things up after the event.
I tried to get back to sleep by adding an extra-heavy quilt to the other one. But Ejaz rang the intercom to get admission. We did my Health Checks with the sphygmomanometer, blood tests with the Pulse oximeter, and measured the temperature. I think they were slightly better than the previous few days, but still in the High Category. Medications provided. Teeth were tinctured. Earholes olive oiled. Then Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was Salved. Harold’s bleeding Haemorrhoids were Germoloided, and Little Inches bleeding Fungal Lesion was anticepticated. That was the only one that tested my pain level. Arthur Itis and Cartilages Kloe and Carole 
were Pornapain-gelled.
The back, amazingly, did not need any medicating… that’s a first this year. Then, while I was brushing my teeth, Ejaz made me a mug of tea; he’s getting better at it lately. Supplying me with some bikkies to dunk in the mug. Going through this every day can get a bit wearying. But thanks to Jenny’s help, I have longer visits on some days, which stops my blogging, but it is of great assistance when Mizra or Ejaz does it. They know what is needed and do not ask me what I want all the time. They, I think. appreciate my neurological problems and how they affect me, memory-wise, stuttering, and loss of balance. The others even leave me to bend down. Which is a bit galling when they do that, while they are on their mobiles doing reports, I assume.
After bidding Ejaz Cheerio and Tara, I took a decent snap of the view from the kitchenette window. Then had to pay another visit to the 
. This was almost a copy of the first effort of the day. More time lost. Glad that I’m well stocked up with toilet paper! For a treat, I’m using an Andrex roll between each of the terribly thin, cheap rolls.
I’d like to work out what’s happening with these dual activations of both Trotsky Terence and Conrad Consitpation-like evacuation on the same visit?
I hoovered the hallway and kitchen. Well, it’s not a Hoover, is it?
It is an Akitas cheapo version from Amazon. I can’t be accused of being high-class, educated, or a snob. Hehe!
Common as muck would be the best epitaph for me. When they bury my ashes or whatever they do, I’d like a plaque on the wall or put in the press. Perhaps something along the lines of:
“He came, He failed, and he went” Haha!
I think I saw some rain falling as I took this shot through the balcony windows. The door chime chimed, and in came Carer Ejaz, on his midday call. We checked the second Health Check figures were recorded correctly on the Excel log, and I was in so little pain, just took two Paracetamol. Good that!
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As Ejaz was getting ready for Porpain-Gelling Shaking- Shoulder-Shirley, he noticed that I must have been scratching away at the still showing scars on my lower left arm.
He put some Cetreben cream on it. Advising me not to scratch at them again, or they will never clear up or disappear.
Google’s opening was still hit-or-miss. I just kept trying a different icon for the same action until one worked. A different one responded to being pressed 
each time. WordPress was not so jerky today, well, at 02:45hrs, anyway.
This keyboard is getting harder and harder to see with its tiny letters on the keys, and faded off-white ones at that. I’m hoping for the best when the man calls to check the computer out, I think on Tuesday or Wednesday. Mizra made the arrangements for me when we went shopping on Saturday. I loved that, getting out to an actual shop and seeing what I was buying beforehand. I hope not to buy food online anymore. With all the mistakes I keep making, getting help shopping is invaluable now. I hope it continues weekly, please! Hehehe!
Cor blimey, the sun had dipped!
Then the rain came again.
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I did my best!
Early to rise today, 04:10hrs. 
Reversal in the 
ARGH!
Cooking-Mode-Engaged!
Sarnies made with soft Farmhouse sliced bread.
No butter-butter, loaded with Brunswick ham. On the dish: Two reheated potatoes, and beer-battered chips done in the oven. Tasty Isle of Weight tomatoes, red & yellow, and the last of the fresh podded peas. With one Farmhouse sausage. A pot of vegan lemon dessert. I ate all of it, as well! Nice!
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made things worse. I do realise that 
The mist still lingered. It’s been hanging around for the last three days and nights now.
As I turned away from the window, I found a 5-litre, large glass jar of pickling vinegar on the floor. As I 
against it.
. Naturally!
affected my sleep, repeatedly. Anne Gyna & Steve eased off enough to find Sweet-Morpheus. Each time Nicolas jerked me awake, I was soon back into the land of nod. Which helped me oversleep again!
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A new medication, called Ziprasidone,
Took off the night bag and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Huh! Reversal in evacuation style from yesterday. Troskty Terence was back in the lead. No doubt to be closely followed by Constipation Konrad in this afternoon’s visit, or on Saturday morning’s session. That will be interesting. Hahaha!
Carer Ejaz arrived and checked the legs and body; medications were then issued. He was soon gone, off to get the bus.
A lightning-fast wash; why, I nearly got wet. Hehe!
I took a snap of the new day catheter pouch on my leg. I’ve kept it clean. Well, the muslin bag needed a bit of a jiggle to make it comfortable… but that’s my fault. I weakened, responded to the itching on the top strap, with some stern scratching of it. That’s not in the picture, in case any haemophobes see it. Hehe! I noticed that the legs and feet looked a little red this morning. It’s possible that I set the camera to the wrong setting. (I found that I had, later)
The moment I realised it was a food delivery driver over the intercom, I fell into a deep depression. Why? I’ll tell yer all about my second gig shopping cock-up of the week! This one was expected next week, as well as Tuesdays that were expected next Thursday. At least I think that’s right. I was boiling mad at myself! Swore, sulked, cursed a bit more, and considered popping on the balcony and opening a window… Never-mind.
would visit. But he didn’t. Not until nearly midnight anyway. That was not good timing; his arrival was grand for a few seconds, then the self-hate routine, caused by my stupid mistake, 
Crikey, look at all the bags!
I literally had to throw some away to make room for the new food that was incoming.
Cheesy Topped cobs again! No room in the freezer!
Emptying a carrier with more crisps and biscuits in it, I found this article, which, for an unknown reason, I thought I was buying toilet cleaner stickers.
Bottles due…
I meant to put Horis’ rating as 0.05%
My feet were a bit red again. It doesn’t show in the photograph, but the contents of the catheter bag seemed to glow with a luminescent light.
And I soon demolished the remaining fodder in the dish. Very tasty, I think that 
Today was so depressing overall. 
and 
made the day a misery. I bet you find 
made it so difficult for me to make the right choices amongst the options it offered. My awareness and grasp of logicality were all to co
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Pretty pink this morning, Haha!
Carer took this snap after an earlier tumble.
My ankles looking better this morning.
Morning view.
This one was taken higher up.
The bottom field looked attractive. Now, they have moved the empty bottles, carrier bags, birth-prevention rubbers, food and used needles away.
Late evening views.
Can you see the ghost or the rabbit?
Well, I did, but not a lot, as you can see.
I was surprised at how light it came out.
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I anticipated today might be busy and Carer Joe would not be calling; he’s on holiday. But I did get help from Carer Ejaz, who made all the calls today.
Morning view from the kitchen.
Got the laundry bag filled and ready for Ejaz.
First visit to the wet room.
Made up the waste bags to go to the chute.
Had a brew of Co-op 99 tea and enjoyed it. Took the mug to wash… 
2nd visit. Messy again!
Salvation arrived in the form of Carer Ejaz. His first task was cleaning the kitchen floor for me. Bless him.
Hehehe!
I took my meal of the day from the not-freezing freezer. I’ll have it soon; I’m feeling peckish.
On Ejaz’s next call, he took off my diabetic socks for me and rubbed some barrier cream on the ankles and legs. They looked better than yesterday, but the new growths climbing up the right leg were more painful when he took the sock off—tender, I think the word is—more than sore.
I’ll be trying these again from Iceland.
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kicked off for the first time since last Saturday. I nodded off to sleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, even with 
I felt guilty about the misunderstanding.
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Little Inchy, now leaning to the left, was agony!
from 
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Little Inchies Lesion, 
Delicious!
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Just some of the clothing that no longer fits me. Taken in mid-clear-up.
This rack was chocker-block full. At least Joe saved some for me after checking if they should fit onto my chunky, whacking great, super-duper-sized, walloping, cyclopean, elephantine body. Not many!
The rail racking had even less that would fit!
Two 60-litre waste bags full of unfitting clothing were packed and ready to be picked up by Carer Joe later. Joe made a funny quip after we stopped to get the laundry sorted out. I think I said about the drier?
Roasted some potatoes in the oven.
Mixed then in the ready meal.
Just out of the microwave.
, I couldn’t think why.
off that did hurt a bit. She’ll have my shoulder socket ball out one of these flipping days! Hehe!
Ah, much better!
The part-mystery of this note has been solved.
Butter (by Flora). The only let-down was the so-called Mature Cheddar cheese.
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Carer Ejaz treated the catheter contraption 
wounds and bruises.
Kitchen view.
Sweetcorn fritters were put in the oven.
Two hours later, I took the burnt food from the stove and threw it away. 
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Fresh foods
More fresh foods
When?
When? Could they be old or already used?
Aha, last night’s!
Can’t recall taking this one
To this scratchy-looking shot
Slurp!