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The body & brain are even more concerning…
This morning, my bladder was most debasing,
Trotsky Terence spurted out a premature soiling…
How demeaning, embarrassing & shaming!
I got pain as I start the cleaning when bending,
As the catheter tube was pulling…
Inchies Fungal lesion started bleeding…
Aged toileting can be degrading, & demeaning,
Demoralising, undignifying, most humiliating,
Why do I have to suffer all this enfeebling?
My body and minds corruption & discerping,
That I feel I am not deserving…
All ailments are now worsening,
With new ones regularly joining,
These can be a smidgeon daunting,
My regular pains are still disobliging,
The news ones are often surprising,
Cancer enforced my catheterisationing,
FND & PN were late arriving,
Dementia soon had me mentally derping,
I was told my nerve-ends were dying,
Unlike Starmer, she was not lying,
I couldn’t believe it, so I didn’t start crying,
Diabetic dementia my brain she is occupying,
PN prompted leg shocks, they’re electrifying,
Arthur Itis, Both cartilages worsening,
Sometimes I think, should I sob or sing!
In 2015, I was put on the list for operating…
2019, at the QMC to have my cataract lasering,
Glaucoma is to be done after my recovering,
2025, Of course, I’m still patiently waiting,
My hearing aids both broke; that was annoying,
My teeth are crumbling, painful, very peeving,
New spectacles, unlike Starmer, I was paying,
He stole my Winter Fuel cash; he needs replacing!
They put me on amoxicillin, and penicillin,
My concentration is fading, flagging, weakening,
My haemorrhoids need regular edulcorating,
I use Corticosteroids on my Fungal Lesion Bleeding,
Duodenal Ulcer Donald, pain-killer needing,
Do yer know what I find most unnerving?
Is Starmer, the vilifying, wiseling, & nithing.
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04:20hrs: I bounded out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
, singing gaily full of joy and contentment, and laughingly detached the nocturnal bag from the catheter day bag. Well, I woke up and took the catheter night bag off.
Having the camera until noon, I took a shot of the urine. Not a lot of people can say that. Hehehe! Then, I took morning shots of the moon in view, way too high in the dark sky.
I’ll put them on later with all the sky shots I took. This is to let 
you see the changes that took place in each view. I got all the waste bag contents into one and placed it near the door. Then, the first summoning to the Throne of the day 
arrived. I knew it was an urgent call when the action voluntarily started from the rear end before I reached the wet room door! I got in, dropped the walking stick, scrambled to get the dressing gown off, and lifted the nightshirt safely out of the already proceeding evacuation product.
I was not quick enough! 
The following long-winded clean-up of me, the bowl, the mat, and the floor used a lot of disinfectant and air spray!
I washed the dressing gown and nightshirt and put on fresh ones. Getting old is not for wimps, Haha!
I made a brew of Glengettie and adjusted my old-fashioned flip-card calendar clock.
Carer Richard arrived, and he looked so tired. Bless him. I told him of the prescriptions that had arrived last night, and he checked them out in the kitchen medical drawer. Richard issued me the medications, but I forgot to ask him to fit my socks. I think that may have been on purpose. He was struggling to get around. He was wearing both of his leg-jointed supports today. I tried to cheer him up with a funny tale or two.
I started for serious on the blog catch-up and soon had Wednesday’s blog nearly finished. But I got carried away with saving the photos early before the Canon was picked up to go home. And somehow, I thought I’d posted the blog off? I carried on with this one for hours until it dawned on me. Then, I completed Wednesday’s and posted it.
Here are the kitchen shots taken with approximate times. Then, you can glean the changing weather conditions.
First Two.
I think it would have been around 0600hrs.
But I’m not sure of that. There’s a growing number of things that I’m not sure or uncertain of nowadays.
About 08:00hrs.
About 09:00hrs.
Around 11:00hrs.
I got back to blogging, got carried away making the Ode of the day (I was struggling like never before?) and forgot to take another shot when the weather changed. It was misty in the distance, but the cold sun was blaring.
The camera was collected, and I thanked him much and gave him some nibbles and a bottle of something of his choice for allowing me to use his… I said Canon earlier, but it may have been a Panasonic. Still, the best bit was that I didn’t drop it, and it didn’t commit suicide while with me. So many have!
After Vic left, I made an order with Iceland for next Tuesday. Mid-way through, what arrived, but Porcelain Throne Warning Number 2. Off to the wet room with some urgency, I trundled. It was a surprisingly close call this time. But no need for any shamefacedness. And the cleaning up was easy!
Carer Sam called, and I asked her if she wouldn’t mind asking the ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist, and Warden Julie if the banking details were in hand; from when they sorted out my banking details for me yet. This is the third carer I’ve asked. If Sam sees them, she will let me know the result.
I was still only as far as I could go and in the process of creating today’s Ode of the Day for this blog!
I put some potatoes in the mini oven and completed the ode. I hope it was worth all the trouble and effort. Hopefully, some editor will like it and give me a column in their publication. I hope it’s not the Police Gazette. Hahaha!
Shame I can’t photograph the meal. I’ll check on the spuds, and if ready, I’ll make the cheesy potatoes. Back in a bit…
Well, the spuds were all cooked in a short time.
I halved them, put some no-butter-butter and black pepper on them, and added the garden peas.
Washed the meal things, and I settled into the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, scruffy, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings. Bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working, I recliner to watch an episode of my favourite ‘Heartbeat’ on ITV3. The Carer arrived as it was starting. We left the socks on, as it was so cold. I can have a stand-up wash, shave and medicationing session in the morning.
If I get up in time, before the Carer comes, hopefully, he/she can change the diabetic socks for me.
Zzzz!
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GOOD EVENING
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Doesn’t yer know that today started so well that I was questioning my own insanity? What a start to this prospectively enlightening, trouble-
free, and confidence-returning day! 
The colour of the urine was classified by Carer Richard later, 
as a seven on the NHS rating colour card. That was a bit of a downer for me. Yet, I found myself whistling, well, I say whistling. I was trying to whistle; it was not easy with me losing another half-tooth to the land of rot and 
yesterday. Still, I laughed it off; even when Little Inchy’s fungal lesion started to bleed, I kept up my pecker… Honestly!
I put the Kodak Tim in my gown pocket and tried to take a selfie shot of how little the nick was.
chin was embarrassing as well!
I took a photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window and put the kettle on to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Then, I emptied all of the waste bins into one and placed it near the door for the Carer to pick up for me.
As I turned to hobble back to the kitchen to make my tea, guess what? I
against the towel dryer. Now, I was beginning to feel a little riled, ruffled, ratty, almost to the point of getting hacked off.
‘s via 
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! It was a man and woman (Amelia) 
from Specsavers checking the eyes. It was, I suppose, perfectly understandable that I forgot they were coming. 
, supported by 
it’s no surprise. They came in, barely hiding their disgust at the state of the room with the bed in it. Their superiority oozed from them as they went through the selling parts of their mission. Q & A’s. Sense of humourless. Prospective future Oligarchs, I think. Anyway, it seems I am cataract-free in both eyes. They think it must be the Glaucoma that’s causing the problems.
Arrived, full of beans. Gave her some nibbles and a drinkie for her kids. No medications were needed; I was too confused to take any after the WordPressing farce. Which is what I returned to after she rushed off on her duties.
or
or two.
Tired out now, but still messing about trying to sort out the changing font issue. Sod it, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and enjoyed it. Oh, I’ve just realised I’ve not had a Porcelain Evacuation all day!
If a need for food develops, then I might have an evacuation. I have more eyes and shoots to remove from the potatoes before putting them in the oven.
I took these pictures on the left earlier and forgot about them; it could happen to anyone, I say.
I’m drained and tired out, and I just smelt the burning potatoes in the oven! Another oven tray to throw away. More potatoes to de-scab and cook again. Which I did, smilingly, happily, contentedly… I speak LYINGLY Hehehe!
Nothing fancy, but I was hungry, so I enjoyed it.
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A deeper twinge to it today.
A mixed bag from the bog evacuations.
I made a hash of my first-morning view shot.
So I waited until 
had finished her shaking the ball joint out of the shoulder effort, and took this one above.
came in. I didn’t hear the door chime, making me jump a little. Glad to see her, though. She noticed I was struggling with getting to type on the keyboard. She helped me to get new batteries fitted in the keyboard, bless her muchly. 
All working again!
Maryham issued the medications.
Warfarin INR Anticoagulation Nurse arrived.
Enoxaparin-filled hypos, as these I had were out of date.
Seconds later, the blood was flowing from the puncture wound, had soaked the cotton wool padding and was trickling down my arm. 
I sprayed the big quilt that Carer Israel had folded for me last night and was left on the bed. Which, as soon as the safety rail is fitted, I can use.
Oh, I nearly missed this one off the blog. Earlier, 
Back on the computer.
Arrived, brought the prescription medications for me, and put them in the medical drawer in the kitchenette.
And continued…
And continued…
Yet the mudslide did not grow any bigger?
Mystery Photo?
arrived. I was deeply tired and sleeping, so my cognisance was even worse than usual.
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Caramelised soy mini-sausages, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes, with some sauce. Milk Roll bread, and a pot of orange flavoured jelly for afters. 
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The hassle of getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, disintegrating, none-working recliner, and the hobble-in-haste to the wet room, hardly seems worth the effort when I got there. The release was of the INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode. Other than finding that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, so I went through the painful process of cleaning, drying, and the nasty bit, of applying the Corticosteroid cream. (I believe I just may have silently uttered something along the lines of, ‘Ouch’ at the time)
But self-righteously, smugly pleased with my bravery, I turned to go to the sink, stubbing my toe against the metal leg of the seat-raiser. (This time I did utter a naughty word!) I washed and made my way to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Moved the handwashing that I cannot recall doing last night (Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shaun were activating then). Moved them onto the airer, took the medications, and brewed up.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Taking care to avoid any toe-stubbings! The session was quick but messy, and I have to tell you what came into my mind as I eventually flushed the cistern: It’s true, the noise it made
Ablution duties next. I think the pins (legs) looked no worse than yesterday morning. But give ’em time! The dropsies were a little more frequent today. Toothpaste, radio, shaving cream, razors (4), showerhead, carbolic soap (2), flannel (2), towel (3), Sock-glide, and alarm bracelet. 
I went to the mobility shop first, and there was a different lady serving today. A pleasant and helpful gal. She came to me and asked if she could help, I told her what I was after, and she led me to the two types of pickers they had. One of them was the same as the crap I bought last time. I pointed out the failings in them and opted for the other brand. She pointed out that it is collapsable (something else to break, I thought), and it had a retainer clip on it, so it can be attached to my walker. £15 paid, thanked her, stuck the picker-upperer on the trolley, and off I went. 
Then out and off to the Fulton Food store to see if any bargains were on offer. I met with, the names escape me, a sociable couple from the flats, and checked on the bis times with them, to get back home later. Then into the shop, and got some bargains, too many really, how I managed to get everything in the shopper bag and carrier was nothing short of brilliant! Unfortunately, the weight of the carrier bag hanging onto the handle of the trolley meant somewhat risky walking from then on. Keeping my balance was a work of art! I’d bought two large jars of Baxters Baby Beetroots for £1 each. At Asda (Walmart) the small one, was £1.20! At only £1 each, I got black bin liners, Beef pasties, and a large Pork Farms pork pie. Cocktail sausages 60p, three orange biscuits for £1. At the checkout, I saw they were selling Galaxy darker chocolate bars with hazelnuts at 3 for £1. I tried them later, and wish I had bought more of them now, Hehe!) 
Then I hobbled carefully along to the Butchers shop. They had some delicious looking cooked roast pork. I got three slices, shuddered at the price, and decided that today’s nosh would be wholemeal cobs, lavishly buttered, and loaded with roast pork and tomatoes, with beetroot and a Cox’s apple on the side! Not like me to be so positive? We’ll see.
Gave up, annoyed at myself and the blooming seagulls! Haha! And took this shot of a more camera-friendly pigeon near the bus shelter. That’s, more my barrow! Hehe!
Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, and a quick hello with those waiting to get on the bus, and to the ILC’s office. But no one in. So I plodded back through the link-corridor to Woodthorpe Court, and got the lift up to the twelfth floor, out, into the flat and dived into the wet room for a sudden and urgent wee-wee. 
I got the food put away, and set about making the cols meal. I got the wholemeal rolls well Anchor-buttered, the folded slices of the delicious, out-of-this-world tasting roast pork on each one. Sliced the tomatoes, and added them with a little salt, and put them on the plate. 
I heard some very-odd noises from outside, that were not unlike concrete crumbling and falling. Naturally, I had a look outside, but could nothing untoward? I took this snap of the view while the window was open. 
I sliced some of the Baxters beetroots onto the plate, and used the apple de corer on the Cox’s apple, and got it presented on the tray with a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice, and the last pot of Ski lemon mousse. 
