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bed. My balance was all over the place. I carefully removed the nocturnal catheter bag and emptied it. taking a photo for the carer to judge the colour rating later on for me.
By the time I’d done it, Dizzy Dennis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Balance-Buggering-Belinda had joined in with the other ailments. Even more oddly, the finger paper cut bothered me more than anything. Haha!
I snapped a picture of the morning blue sky, and then I turned on the kettle to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Then, I looked in the fridge to see what 
options were available for nosh later in the day or evening.
Having had the two orders last week, it looked remarkably unfull.
However, the freezer was crammed to the maximum. I seemed to have overestimated the amount of desserts that I needed. I checked the dates using the magnifying glass. There is even more room in there now. Four yoghourts and a pie were out of sell-by date, and I threw them away. Tsk!
Went to wash the half-drank and had gone cold mug of Gengettie tea. And Carer Richard arrived.
The lad still had two leg strappings on and must have been 
in pain, poor chap. My medications were issued. After a quick natter, he went wearily off on his way home.
I worry about him.
I got the computer on and found this email tracker from Parcel Force. They are delivering the Low-Cost Food store order today. It’s been 10 days since the confirmation email telling me that the store had despatched it. It’s coming from Mansfield. At least with Parcel Force, they deliver to the door. Some others leave it down in the foyer.
Carer Chloe did the midday visit. She was in a rush, but didn’t rush me, bless her.
The computer still does not allow all the graphics and photographs to go on WordPress. Grrr!
MS Excel is making life difficult by not saving the NHS graphic chart, and I have to create a new one each day.
However, these trials and tribulations mean nothing to me. I just laugh at them.
I also tell fibs occasionally!
I thought I was doing well today…
I had an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne 15 minutes or so ago.
I knew it was going to be a Trotsky Terence one, and I had to rush to get things off in time. As I was taking the PPs down, I caught the top catheter tube in the pants.
The inserted tube was tugged at rather heavily and started poor old 
I could not do much until the evacuation was over; the almost liquid contents only took a few seconds to sprout out. By then, there was blood running down my legs onto the floor, all over the basin, and it took me ages to get me and the mess cleaned up! The floor 
had to be mopped and disinfected as well. The different Cream, which had a dropper, was much thinner and far less painful to apply. I hope they send this one again in next month’s prescription.
Sorted the mess and got back to the computer.
Looked at the tracker for the Parcel-Force delivery.
He’s running a bit late. He might be having his lunch in a lay-by. He’s getting closer than last time.
I’m going to look at the food situational plans. Ah, I remember now. I plan to have garden peas, battered fish balls, or a battered haddock fillet with instant mash. It’s best if I wait until the delivery arrives. It should only take 25-30 minutes to cook. I’ve put the oven on low heat. I’m getting hungry now.
Hello, I can hear an alarm going off somewhere. I shall go investigate. These new hearing aid batteries are good!
Ah, it was the intercom going. The Low-Cost Food delivery arrived. The driver brought it up to the door for me and unloaded it.
I got fish in the oven, opened shortcake biscuits, and filled the bikkie barrel. Then, I sorted the meal.
It turned out to be a fish supper. And very nice it was too.
Carer called and took the diabetic sacks off of my legs.
I’m well tired now.
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. The resulting evacuation was surprising for two reasons. One that, despite its exiting as dark green lumps, had no pain, and it disintegrated immediately after hitting the water. A quick counterattack from 
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were tackled next. Being so early in the day, I dare not use the noisy shower for fear of waking the neighbours. I started with doing the teggies; what few I have left is becoming a delicate job. 
wanted to turn on the computer and check out CorelDraw, MW Word, and Excel. A good body scrub
Then, the medicationings. They went as usual, applying the betamethasone cream to Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Whor, & Argh!
I Phorpain Gelled both of the cartilages, Carole and Chloe. 
Arthur Itis was as good as gold this morning, and I didn’t medicate him. I did the bulging bouncy under the stomach flab area, forehead, underarms, and where I could reach to do it, on the ankles, and I put on the Acne 
and Ezxcema areas. Then I Germolened the new patch of pimples and spots on the outside 
of the right arm. Then, the pleasantest medication task was Germoloiding Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Then I faced the task of getting the fresh PPs on. Which can be a bit tricky, depending on how bad or good the Cartilage girls, leg ulcers, and Arthur Itis are on the day. Today, the only harrowing one was Cartilage Chloe… Getting my left leg lined up, the picker-upper in hand slid my rear-end into the corner so there was less chance of a tumble if I lost my balance; I was all readied. Getting the leg high enough to fit in the pants took about five tries.
Getting the washed-day catheter pouch on was also relatively easy today. Much more of this, and I’ll be in danger of getting close to being contented—worrying that is, I’m not used to it. But, of course, I have yet to see how the computer goes, haven’t I? That’s another worry. But overall, the session went much better than usual. And this performance is needed every day!
This earlier shot was belatedly permitted to go on after refusing me on the first try?
Later, I went to the balcony and took this shot to the left, catching the other balconies as I snapped it.
Next, I took a Kodak shot—a close-up of the nearby dwellings, catching the suspected loft drug houses.
Great balls of fire… look at the time already! What happened to the day… I seem to have blinked and lost four hours at the same time. Unreal! Ah, it was probably 
sneaking in again. Or, I suppose I could have drifted off while waiting for CorelDraw to save a graphic. It has been so slow today. It’s not that I want to push my luck; at least she has not crashed yet. She’s still cocking up the font manipulation, though.
balcony to take this shot of not the mudslide but the mud trickle. Hehe!
Not a Sausage! But I did have a lamb meal later: Shepherd’s pie with spuds and a Lamb hotpot. I cooked them together in the oven and added extra peas after tipping them in the 
large bowl. Afterwards, I had a lemon dessert. Lovely it was, too. 
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So I made a significant if impossible-to-eat-in-one-go meal: beetroot, battered fish balls, battered fishcakes, battered potato balls, and tomatoes. Naturally, there was too much for me, but I gave it my best shot and ate ¾ of it. And I enjoyed the concoction of fish, & the dessert, too!
I’d done some zoomed-in viewing to catch the birds, but they were too quick for me. They stayed on the roof tiles for a second or two and then flew to another.
What do you see in this sunset shot?
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However, they sorted things out for me within about five minutes. And the flat rang out with open laughter from the nurses and even me!
bet this visit will be mentioned a few times when they return to the nurses’ HQ. 
I managed to do a little of my pareidoliaing of the sky and clouds this afternoon. The clear blue sky with some little puffer clouds just above the 
horizon was taken to the left of the kitchenette window.
On this one, to the left higher up, I can see so many things in the clouds. Do they seem to be gathering together to do the Conga? Haha!
This high-up shot reveals a face, baby cloud faces, and an exhaust pipe. Well, it does to me. I bet you can see things I didn’t. Bootiful!
Then, there is a snap of the bottom field below the tree copse, with the local houses looking as pretty as a picture.
ke some sky photos that might please the computer’s fussiness.
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Food warming up now.
Black bean sauce, veggie sausages, mock-chicken chicken, sliced red onions, a dash of liquid smoke, and Warburton’s Milk Roll sliced bread. The only disappointment was that I could not open the tin of water chestnuts because it had no ring pull attached to the can. I tried the two can openers, but I cannot grip the roller well enough to turn it on. Sad, innit?
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I gave up trying to sleep again, got up around 04:00 hrs, took off the catheter night bag, and did my ablutions. This is proof of how sad I’ve become; it was much later that I realised I’d not had a shave! And by then, with the problems coming to the forefront, I thought, ‘Sod it 
and didn’t have a shave at all!
Then, a rumble and grumble from the innards advised me that I needed to visit the 
He was still in charge. Four large Kharki-coloured rugby-ball-shaped lumps were painfully and slowly evacuated, but it was nowhere near as hurtful as yesterday’s effort.
I got the blog done. It was slow work, though, as the computer’s memory was short. 
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I meandered into the balcony, to take to take a view of the end car park mudslide. An oddly blue tinge to this one, a little like Saturday morning?
For the first time in months, my evacuation was in the same mode as the morning dump the day before. 
the submarine in the water to get it to the sewer! An application of Germoloid ointment eased things.
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Dakacorting of poor Little Inchie Fungal Lesion.
Next, I olive-oiled 
the ears. Then, spray the tooth pain-easier on the teeth. Then I
Gel and 
were applied, I used the last of this, I must get more. Then, the Acne and Eczema cream was used. 
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I forgot to ask Richard to put on my diabetic socks. Then, I emptied the nocturnal catheter bag while he was doing his paperwork. The lad still had his leg clamps on, the complete works this time, and looked shattered. Bless him. I imagine it must be a long job getting them on and off. He’s still having to use his crotch/walking stick. He issued the medications and limped to get home and to bed. I bade him farewell and
because I was taking Codeine with the medications and rubbing in some Phorpain gel. I used the last of the extra-strong ones, which perhaps helped. They stopped making it, so I’ve only used it when I felt I needed it. It’s all gone now! Tsk! Then I 
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regular Porpain gel. But of course, I’m limited as to where I can get at it and apply it. Still, it’s better than nothing at all. The new tube in the medical drawer was only 15% strong. Humph! 
I meandered carefully onto the balcony to take some snaps of the view, starting with the mudslide at the end of the car park. It must have been raining 
last night. See how quick I grasped that detail? Haha! Then, I took a shot of the nearby houses from the kitchenette.
I belatedly got the computer on…
I had to go through the Ccleaner process again, as the computer would not let me post graphics from anywhere in the WordPress gallery due to a lack of memory. Depression dawned! It took me over an hour and a half to clean things up. To re-login, I had to go through CorelDraw, Excel, Word, Google, Grammarly, Asda, J Sainsbury, Amazon, etc., searching through my scribbled notebook to find passwords. I didn’t see the Norton’s. Curse!
This afternoon, the snap of the full catheter day pouch may have been a painting, not a photograph. I think my bending down to take it and using the flash on the Kodak caused this odd outcome. The muslin bag seems invisible, and the wee-wee is a weird colour in the snap as well?
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I must sing the praises of this toothache spray; I’m not saying it kills the pain, but it sure dullens it. It eases 
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As of this moment (15:35hrs), I’ve been clear of any Accifauxpas, serious Whoopsiedangleplops, and even free of Electric Shocking Sherida! But the day has brought some terrible back pains. I assume this was caused by
Way too deep!
Nice late-morning shot.
Wet Room Duties.
First Carer called.
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While serving up the nosh.
I’m not sure if it was the food or me, but I was not armoured by the taste or flavour of this effort. Sham
The lights were from the Goose Fair, about a mile away to the left of the window.
A different shade and colour?
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Another mystery!
Morning views.
Food Delivery.
Noon view.
More visits…
Carer Chris.
Evening view.
I got the step ladder. With my history of using this, I should have known better!.
They even made me some sandwiches as they left ♥
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shop, recliner. I Christened it Recliner Roger today). My balance was all over the place. But I took my time and visited 
the wet room to remove the nocturnal pouch and utilise the Porcelain Throne.
was any possibility of getting the brain going. I made up some needed bladder water drinks, putting some bi-carbonated soda in with added lime juice. Thinking it 
might perk me up a bit.
As I said, I was much more with it.
with the actions of the computer.
Carer Christopher called. My diabetic socks were taken off, and just one Codeine was given due to my earlier silly tumble and hitting my head against the cooker. I seem to have developed expert skills in headbutting hard objects lately. I haven’t shoulder-charged the door frame in the wet room for six days now. I shouldn’t have said that!
I prepped and served the meal, ate it, had a bag of Frazzles afterwards, washed the pots, and manoeuvred my way into bed. About two hours later, I was still lying there praying, pleading and asked Mr G if he would be kind enough to let me get to sleep and if he could please stop 
lambasting me, raising my patheticness, historic cock-up-reminding and the pointless, fruitless future I face. An hour later, I gave up and got out of bed into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold 
testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, and turned the TV on… but it didn’t come on, only a floating balloon telling me ‘No Connection Available’. Harrumph! Thank you, Liberty-Global Virgin Media!
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