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PHOTOS HIGH & LOWLIGHTS
Woke up with little effort. With 
grinding away at me. So painful, I wondered how I’d managed to sleep at all. Very odd. Took the Catheter bag off. Checked the taps, etc., and turned the kettle 
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 
harder than the green bags ones that are lighter and thinner. And dearer too. So that’s baked cheesy potatoes, crispy seaweed snacks, and Choc Chip Cookies to remove from my favourites list. I could sob! But I’ll not yet, plenty of time for that later.
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”
I struggled to get my shoes on, my back and right shoulder were irritated, even before my treks up and down to the lobby began. I suspected that the 6 bags had been left in the ground-floor lobby. Got down and it proved right. I’d taken the three-wheeled walker with me and got two bags in it, one balancing on top between the handlebars. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then got up to the flat and put the bags in the flat’s lobby near the flat door.
2) Back down to the lobby with the three-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 more now.
3) Back down to the lobby with the th
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. I took some painkillers before putting the food 
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… GITS! THUNDERTURDS! SWINE!
I asked Google how to complain about an Amazon delivery. Followed their advice, but couldn’t find the tab they said to click on the Your Order page.
I tried to contact Customer Services. Got through the AI’s lists until it came to selecting a reason from the following list: Nonem et my criterior. Snookered again by the Oligarchs. I didn’t find an option to ring them, but it was a 333 call, Minimum £2 a minute, plus unstated connection charges. Sod that you Oligarchs! British Gas charged me about £20, and the problem remains unresolved. The Virgin calls have cost me even more, with frequent connection drops, and they can charge a connection fee each time we have to rin
g back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make!
Back to the Amazon Oligarchs Problem.
I found where I could get them to ring me! I couldn’t, well, wouldn’t believe it, so I went through the pick you option of what to talk about, and again, my criterion was not available, but this time I found a ‘Something Else’ option that, for once, did not take me the same number of useless options. They needed my landline number. I put it in and was told, ‘That number is not recognised.’ And went back to where I started my search. I had to work hard, as the physical and mental pain Amazon had inflicted on me was getting to me more each time the telephone number was rejected.
Which was four times, four times I had to go through the system again to get to the comically-called, so-called, Customer Service to phone me.
How the Hell does Amazon get away with this and increase its turnover every year? Silly question… they are Oligarchs, of course. Virgin, owned by Liberty Global oligarchs who own or hold shares in 82% of European internet and telecommunications service providers, and, according to Forbes, pay their CEO millions of dollars a year, plus guaranteed bonuses… Jealousy on my part? Yup!
Getting like my confidence, hatred, health and mental disaffection; a little darker now. Just like Dank Dark Darius Depression is.
I’m not sure which is the most painful right now. The Physical pains, frustration, mental disruption, or the purest hatred that I’ve formed for years.
Well pee’d off, I made a brew of Glengettie, and 
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.
I went to wash the tea mug, to find that I’d left the bloody hot water tap on to run cold – Again!
The earlier depression that I thought was my lowest all year was beaten by a Mega-Depression, during which I sank to my lowest point all year.
Where is 
when you want him?
Well, what about food? Well, that’s controlled by 
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I bought a soft sourdough sliced loaf; it was delivered, 
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.
That was a mouthful.
Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
Took this snap with Kodak-Tim-2, and as I closed the window, I knocked a jug of kettle water off of the window ledge. I laughed loudly, smiled, sang ‘The Hills are Alive, with the Sound of Music,’ did a backflip as I was mopping up the water… no, you’ll never believe that. I cried!
I’ll, well, I’m hoping to be back in the morning to pick up where I left off updating this fascinating, irresistible, captivating blog… No, you’ll never believe that either. I wouldn’t believe that.
SAD TOOTHACHERS MEAL TONIGHT
The sourdough bread was extra
soft and tasty. A lot of the no-butter
butter, and tomato sauce on top
of pork slices. I made an error
in not putting some of the green
tomato salad on the dish.
The seaweed was thin, but
the most tasty item.
I can’t recall him calling.
Got my head down as soon as Carer Ejaz finished the last call. Sleep came quickly, and stayed with me through until the morning Carer arrived…
More on this tomorrow!
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I took a snap of the view after Ejaz departed.
I’d left the hot tap running! Rang cold!
I meandered hobblingly, using some choice language at 
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me. I was still sitting there, awaiting the torrent to stop as the door chime rang, and Ejaz came 
Inevitably, when I got on the computer, Ape-Shit describes the events. It would not let me open Google from the icon, or from the Control thingy. 
I was at the end of my tether. Every day this happens. The battle to do the graphics, an Ode, and the HC chart is getting overwhelming, not to mention tackling the rest of the blog.
Then slightly to the left.
I won’t lose any memory or time in putting any of the others on. Bear in mind how low I was.
I had no idea it had taken place, but it was confirmed when I came back to reality, with the acidic, horrible-tasting, and smelly gust of wind that came up into my mouth. I thought I had had a mini-seizure; they are the ones that usually have the acid after them. But the after effects were scary this time. I could not get up for a good few minutes. It felt like the room and I were swaying in different directions. I made sure I stayed where I was in the chair. I did not risk standing or walking until things had cleared in my head. Which took ages. While waiting, I made sure I hadn’t been on the computer and caused
visit.
I ate well, at least. (Slurp-gobble)
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let rip with a wet, gooey torrent of innards contents.
Went to wash myself and found I’d left the hot tap on, so it was running cold!
Then, I touched up the few I loaded on CorelDraw, and then went to get two of the small pork pies with pickle to nibble. Ejax was back on his second call now and spotted some short dates on other products in the fridge. He took a waste bag, which was pretty full, with him when he left to the refuge chute for me.
I got some potatoes and garden peas in the slow-cooker. I added some vegetable seasoning and a dollop of light Soy sauce. Then, I made up a bottle with spring water, grapefruit cordial, and soda water. Not too strong, but with the soda water added, it tasted a little tart and tangy.
All of these were taken from the balcony, through the glass. This one straight ahead.
To the right, the treetops of my greatly missed visiting tree copse in the bottom field.
Down to the right, the Citrus Grove end car park. Note the little red car on the chevrons?
Added some of my favourites
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The catheter pouch, before my nurse tended to it.
Morning view.
Forgot why I took this one.
HC equipment. High BP today.
Aha, got some of the Marmite & cheese puffs.
Too many drinkies. Even though
So tired, only just changed the date.
Copernicus sausage, Potato Rostis, cooked beetroot, tomatoes & cheesy bread rolls.
Did you notice? I’ve gorra a new Grim Reaper,
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Early Morning fog
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I did the teggies very carefully. Then had a shave using the new razors, carefully. No cuts, no droppages! 
soap substitutes on my neck, I noticed 
that it does visit me now and then.
handwash the Khagoule and hung it up to dry in the wet room. It was then that it dawned on me that I had not done the other freshenings & medicationings yet. No cursing or swearing at myself. 
Back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen, and at last, the fog was beginning to clear somewhat, slowly. 
Problems with CoralDraw then, & WP yet again!
Shortly afterwards, Ejaz came into the room. I tried to explain what had gone on with the ablution and CorelDraw problem, but I didn’t need to bother; he couldn’t understand what I was saying. But he set about sorting me out carewise, bless him. He gave me a Penicillin capsule. Asked if I needed other medications. I asked for Codeine, the lad Phorpain-gelled my back, and left leg’s Cartilage, Arthur Itis, and the Fractured knee. The right leg still has the compression bandaging on, which stopped me from having a shower! 
NOSH MADE
started and gave me no rest at all.
Then returned and climbed into the bed, but there was no sleep. I tried for several hours, fruitlessly.
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Sorry, yet again, time beat me.
Nocturnal urine, Ejaz gave it a 5.
When I made up the waste bags into one, 
The Iceland delivery arrived, and the driver kindly threw the bag onto the kitchen floor for me.
Treats for Nurses, Carer, and me. Hehe!
No idea why I bought it, a mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. 
Ah, Inchies treats these are.
Got the items needed into the fridge.
I filled up the Carer & Nurses’ desk with the nibbles.
Then, I refreshed the [posh biscuit barrels with some shortcake & shortbread biscuits!
Well stocked up with catheter fillers.
Ode hue to this one of the front car park.
Getting late now. Lovely hue to this one.
The Catheter box arrived, and I put it on the bed. To sort out when Ejaz has time, we need to coordinate. He didn’t have time today.
Ten minutes later, the Sharrows parcel arrived.
Another cracking snap from the kitchen.
Tasty!
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dished out the punishment for my stupidity.
I recall taking this one after waking up late and feeling in a mood; seeing the fog, it seemed to fit in.
. Where I pondered over what to do, or try next. When I got back to the computer, a line above everything had appeared on Google. It was empty. I presumably thought the tags were being put on as part of the update. So I left it to see what would happen after an hour of creating words in Hippo. Nothing had happened.
This is what was cleaned. A little large amount for a 
And…
and…
At last, I can appreciate something,
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, by the end of the day, totalling
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the opportunity to join in the painful early morning pain-giving attacks! 
and swore a little. 
some Peptac and Phorpain gelled Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees.
I made a start on yesterday’s blog at long last. But not for long, and another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to. 
I put some of the cream onto Little inchy, but had no desire to r
I’m not sure why I bought even more jars of Kung Po sauce… yes, I do now, it was on a special Offer. 
These cookies were on Special Price, as well.
I put some in a nibble jar, and the bacon-flavour crispy thingamajigs in another jar. They should be painlessly edible
Returned with even more gusto, and good cause. Why? A District Nurse arrived. I initially thought it was to change and replace the Catheter contraption. The pain I experienced when they replaced the tube in Little Inchy was bad enough, but with all the other ailments I had, I almost feared it. 
falling in love, and are an unwell old antique, what else is there that one can do? Hahaha!
The end of the car park, with the regular little red car on the no-parking lines, and two other vehicles were demonstrating their 
parking skills for us to admire.
As 
Made a cock-up, (I needn’t have mentioned that, I make them that often) and burnt the meal, which made the food harder, defeating my plans for having softer food to counter the effects of dear 
another error!
I admit, it can be a bit of a bugger,
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during the ablutioning.
Refilled the bottom cyoboard again
fridge. Polish sausages, Zwieska, Cheesy Rolls, Roast pork and rostis. I have plenty of drinks for anyone who calls to help me
in any way. The iced coffees are particularly popular.
this colour was the best ever recorded. While being hospitalised for 3, then four days, I kept missing the nurses changing it. Then the three weeks with the fractured knee meant I couldn’t, daren’t move it back then, cause of the pain of it. But it is far less hurtful today, so I moved it. I have complete confidence that the dentist will alleviate the pain later today. Hahaha!
. Then I got the four-wheel trolley walker out of the balcony to use, and put on my heavy coat 
We got off at the Mansfield Rd bus stop on the hill. We nattered and had a laugh as we crossed the road and walked up to the dental surgery. I was danged-glad that Ejaz was with me. Getting up those four deep steps is not easy without the trolley, but Ejaz assisted me.
I continued working on this blog and then headed back down to the laundry room. Took me ages to get the clothes sorted and folded. They were a smidge damp, well, the thick coat was. I cleaned the filter and reinstalled it. Taking this photo of a car on the chevrons at the front of the flats on the way back. I met the lady 
who helped me on the way back, and offered her my appreciation and thanks.
I added the heavy coat from the dryer to the rest of the clothing in the bag, taking care to keep everything as straight as 
possible. Going back along the link corridor, I stopped twice because my frequently fractured knee was pretty painful.
When Ejaz did his late call, he took a snap of my right leg. Not a pretty sight at all. Then again, that’s not unusual!
I very stupidly added raw garden peas to the tray. This resulted in instant pain from the four teeth and gums on the right side of my mouth.
The peas were abandoned after the first spoonful set Tiffany off. Even some tomatoes were too hard to eat. I would think that I ate about half of one of the pork-filled bread rolls. And I was in such agony, I realised in the morning that the only thing I could have eaten without pain, the lemon mousse, had been left on the ottoman, untouched and thrown away. Doing this hurt me! Hehehe!
As Ejaz left after his early morning visit, I realised he had not given me one of the Amoxicillin tablets. I took one and made a note for me to tell Ejaz. Afterwards, I wondered if I’d done the right thing or the wrong thing. I was aware of what the Dentist or Chemist was communicating to Ejaz; maybe they told him to start the course in the morning? 
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was worse than ever, and the sharp tingling up the leg got much worse. Not to mention the left knee fractures, and Cartilage Chloe playing up.
On Ejaz’s last visit, I told him I’d taken the Amoxicillin tablet & why. He took a shot of the legs and the colour of the urine in the catheter day pouch, it’s getting darker now. One thing that struck me was the new compression bandage’s colour, so skin-like.
Thanks to Carer Ejaz.