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I woke after what I believed was a six-hour dream, and the memory of the ‘Gone-Missing-Laundry’ came to mind; as I was getting depressed and morbid at the prospects of having no dressing gowns, spending a fortune to replace them and the throws that may turn up, or likely will never will, and the email from the bank asking for confirmation and why I have bought the same things that I~~ did three months ago…
Then the real worry came to me. Wearing trousers for the Brain Scan at the hospital which is going to produce at least agony to poor Little Inchy as the catheter tube pulls and tugs again his fungal lesion. Next, the thought of having no dressing gown to change into and get out of the pain-giving trews when I get home to relieve the pain hit me… Argh!
A Mild Depression Dawned!
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When I forced my tormented body and mind to rise from the depths of 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 found that the Catheter punch contents were…
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At the highest level of colouration on the chart.
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I think there may be a slight chance, remote possibility, hundred-to-one shot, that today may not be a good one. Then again, when was my last good day?
was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me.
Found my laundry.
But no throws in there.
Morning:
CorelDraw not letting me add any photos.
Trouble getting into WP.
Mousee taking me left & right, not up and down?
Fearing the worse here…
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Crisp-coloured day pouch.
Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use..
Aha! The Ocado order arrived.
Marmite!
Fullish cupboard?
Been after trying this for ages.
Spring Water stockpile?
Apache potatoes.
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds.
Very nice…
Absolutely gorgeous close-up!
Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Could be from another planet.
These three had another sun showing up on the photo?
Or did they?
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
A one on the scale – Perfect!
1.5 Grrreat!
Whoops! Bottom Grade is not good; 7
Well, fancy that!
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Aha, right leg for less swollen this morning.
Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
No sunset as such, but…
I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel…
I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer.
Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan.
It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the 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. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!)
pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, 
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torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame).
. He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… 
Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them.
It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often?
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Up around 06:15hrs, and realised that the need for the porcelain Throne was due. I got the night pouch off of the 
Sorry about this…
Not good at all…
First shot
Clouds move all the time…
Sun lowering…
Coming through…
Getting brighter…
Ah, the colour comes…
Wonderful!
Wider shot…
Picturesque…
Awesome, the sun is not gone yet…
She has now, but she was still lighting the clouds…
Grrreat effects!
Daunting…
Hello, the sun’s showing again?.
How does that work, then?.
Another change? I love this!
Mother Nature…
Horison lights up?
The strip narrows.
The high sky goes grey.
Horizon strip white…
Well, a bluey-pink. Hehe!
Nightie-night…
I do believe I’m just seen and taken a shot of Jupiter?
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The accidentally ordered food arrived…
Fridge overloaded.
Battered Sticks on offer.
Hello, I’m wee-weeing well!
arrived
Took some night shots; I’d missed the sunset
Humph!
How could I do that and not realise it?
It was horrible!
The legs and ankles were looking much improved.
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were with me on awakening… I’d be lost without their little morning greetings.
The day of memory loss, disappointments, getting little done, 
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for no particular reason whatsoever. As per usual,
made what should have been a better day worse. 
Arrived during one of my ‘up’ periods. Not that I can recall much
Carers (I think) Sam called. Then Carer Charly. She took some photos of the Sunset. I tried the Lumix again, and it let me take one shot!!!
The thicker envelope delivered was opened first.
The other letter was telling me I had failed to attend the Doctor’s to have an INR Blood Test and had to do so urgently. I must contact the Doctor to book an appointment immediately. Well, being as they have been coming to my flat to take it for two years now, I assumed they were going to continue to! Also, as well as, besides that, No one told me anything? Does the nurse’s striking have any effect on this scenario?
Now, if I snuff it via a blood clot or stroke, heart attack, or bleeding to death… according to the unknown because it’s not been taken level of INR is too high or low – if anyone reading this can investigate for me, please.
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visits up to now.
Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan.
as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Sorry I did now! 
Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good.
or at worst, an 
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A blown bag of out-of-date chips burst open.
‘Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning!
The pouch fills up quickly.
The new catheter was working well.
Tea and porridge, and I watched some TV for a break from computing.
Getting darker earlier.
By gum, changing the catheter has worked as a real treat.
I came over all tired and weary, just like I did the day before.
I was soon in the land of nod. Zzzz!
-friendly position in the c1966 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.
who came again. It may have been, and it could likely have been 
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Plaguing me in my current half-conscious state, I fear I recall but nothing of the Carer’s penultimate visit. Whoever it was. I assume I was given the medications. I did not as I remember getting out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, for the whole visit
Another deep, preciously removing the worries, fears and uncertainty of life. Bless Sweet Morpheus!
I was woken by the door chime. And in came the sweet Carer Sarah. Her mission? To giveth me medicationalisationings, and, and had soon for me, and set about and to the day pouch.
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Rising, things looked okay 
Removing the night bag
One of the emptying sessions
But the flow from the catheter was not getting through to the bag
The blood still flowed from little Inchie.
PHEW!
Boy, it was full!
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Early morning shots.
Health Check Log
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I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans.
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