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I rose rapidly from the 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 recline, the moment I stirred. Did a few press-ups and shadowboxing, and go with the weights… 
I’ll try again…
I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the 
night pouch. 
Almost immediately 
and the most annoying 
kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! 
And the 
which the picker-
upperer fell on, are sorer!
I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log. Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four.
I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and 
got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste.
Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe!
Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter.
Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag.
Then I got the call from QMC EENT.
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I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back.
But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning.
Then I rang Meridian to inform them.
Got some blogging done.
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and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window.
A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon.
Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea.
Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the 
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It took me about 25 minutes.
In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week.
It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later.
Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
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Bootiful!
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The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window.
I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN
I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though.
But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these
are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening 
arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream.
No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with 
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Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe!
Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes.
Followed by…
Some delicious vegan ice cream!
Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!.
Grrreat!
The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view.
Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from 
, who attached the night pouch to 
. No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday?
No 
at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the 
had barely any urine in it?
So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed 
, and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination.
The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it…
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My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes!
Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions. 
But I was determined to take some photos of the moon!
Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen.
Perturbedly, I now had 
as well as 
attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an 
, courtesy of 
… it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well
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Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?
But No…
As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator…
It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it,
did at the same time!
But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up?
A man of my calibre? Oh, No!
I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. I hope of sleep!
After failing to nod off for several more hours…
I gave up and got up.
My best-laid plans end up vacantly,
Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,.
Plans have no viability but are a liability.
Results end up finicky, frolicky,
Life holds no more bonhomie…
Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery…
Good luck for me? No feasibility…
I guess I’m just unlucky?
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attack yesterday was short-lived. 
Took a shot of the morning view.
The underarms were still a little colourful & itchy.
to join in with 
arrived while I was making a brew of Glengettie.
Oligarchs & Money-Manipulators ain’t bothered!
So, no blogging, then. I had some breakers, though. A pot noodle and another mug of tea, Salisbury’s Brown label Extra-Strong 
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Still sunny outside.
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Today, a Sunday, things were different,
being the cause of that. 
Down to the car park on Citrus Walk. No! Chestnut Walk.
Sun coming up from the rear left.
The water refill bowls were there, but on checking, the water I’d filled the tank with last visit yesterday – was not. 
All from the balcony. End car park
Gravel path up the hill into the park.
My much missed beloved Tree Copse. How I miss walking through it daily as I did long ago. Self-Pity brewing up here!
To the left of the centre.
Car park entrance end near Winwood Court.
Straight ahead.
Patterned legs?
Josie called asking if I had a spare kettle
A shame I missed getting more, but it was my painful pleasure to help someone else for once.
Lost or misplaced, or maybe I ate the notepad?
Arrived for the last visit…
was attached to the day bag. Richard was puzzled as to how the shortage of one of the medications had evolved.
Summat else must have happened… but blown if I can recall what they were?
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The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July.
called twice tonight.
Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
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There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
or 
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to blame.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Still can’t find the toothbrush.
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I dread the thought of struggling with this. 
I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
Closed the computer.
Last one of this session.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!
Flavour Rating: 8/10
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
testing, c1968 recliner.
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. 
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! Naturally 
was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep,
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had been fully successful; Konrad had regained control.
, I was rushing back to the wet room, with some urgency for visit number two! 
The disgrace, ignominy, and humiliation!
joined in with her. This was very testing.
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Microwave in and outside, and cabinets done!.
The stove took me over an hour and a half to get cleaned up.
I bet the metal handles will get hot?
Cloudy today, up to now.
I went back onto the computer, working away, making mistakes, cursing myself and spotted blood coming from the left thumbnail. I was confused a first, but remembered cutting the fingernails yesterday. That’ll be why.
Seconds late, found a newish mark on the right knuckle?
Dark but Bootiful clouds.
It filled the big dish.
Took this shot as I was washing up the pots etc.
An unnatural shade tonight.
Bootiful all the same!
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I Fank You!
it went well this Thursday morning…