Courtesy of the Conservative Party
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It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing is the crunch… After eight hours or more metaphorically sweating away at the process, I found out that I’d made a terrible cock-up. The entire file was mixed with the wrong selection, and the new template I’d grafted on at the expense of massing up the yet-to-do list of jobs was useless to me! Self-anger, frustration and demoralisation were my state when it came to getting to sleep.
Naturally, I woke up with a foul metallic taste in my throat and bleary eyes to realise that the wet, warm sensation in the protection pants was blood from my poor 
. He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day.
Luckily, the agony of peeling away the dried blood beneath the fresh, from the pants padding, the blood spraying onto my clean dressing gown and down my legs… the pain of bending down and getting a visit from when cleaning things up, dropping the Germolene tube and treading on it, any suffering as my left 
, as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me. 
At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the 
. I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection.
The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did 
them for me.
I made the first of the two-a-day-only permitted mugs of tea. A good, strong one this time, made with my favourite 
of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke. Then I limped (the toenail was still hurting from the attack on the Germolene tube). On the matter of health, another ailment all but had me over. as I was stepping over the door runner to get into the balcony to take some 
photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it! 
Got the computer booted up. 
arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.
Then, made a start on the word-finding…. It never really stopped for hours and hours… until I realised the cock-up I’d made and the whole kit & caboodle were useless! I think I only stopped for a few 
visits. All of the exact nature. Not much got on the notepad memory-wise for me to refer to. Tsk!
I took a picture or two of the rain descending through the glass in the balcony windows.
I decided not to open the window, of course, that sort of 
shower I did not need to take. Hehehe!
I’m sure there was a pattern to the raindrops in the second photograph? All, no doubt, due to my addiction to pareidoliaising.
arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.
At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle?
Arrived. I’d just nodded off in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Benjamin issued the medications.
I tempted him to some Carer Treats from the Quality Street box.
Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this 
morning’s view!
Here’s the hidden cat revealed. Well, it was supposed to be. Not only could I not find it in the top photo, but I can’t even see it in this telltale photo!
Mmm!
Got the meal finished off and served up. Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner. Taste-Rating: Erm… err… 4/10.
Summary
The actions, mistakes and confusions of this day have got to me, no doubt about it! The confidence has been shattered, no that it mattered!
Fare Thee Well, Folks!
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As went to pick up my 
to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner 
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got 
, and took this shot. A much better effort. You can actually see the planet!
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe!
I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks! 
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!
Starting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!
Shaving produced… ready for this?
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against the c1966, £300 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.
! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh! 
I went in the front room to get a pad from the nurse’s dollop of medical stuff…
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… 
The earholes were olive-oiled
Gelled.
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Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Which looked better than yesterday.
Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.
affected memory, I got writing this piece above.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.
So turned off the computer.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
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Much improved colour now I’ve got some of the nocturnal Catheter pouches to use!
The carer took this shot of the leg when changing the straps & long diabetic socks.
The leg and ankle straps are laid out and ready to be used tonight. Must get the laundry done, and the waste bags have not been taken & I keep forgetting to ask the Carers to take both for me. Tsk!
The first-morning view photo.
Two hours later, a little misty.
Another hour and a change again.
Computer on, blogging started.
Late morning through the balcony.
Amazing clouds.
It was a late try from the sun to get through the clouds.
Early evening cloud views.
Wonderful!
Late evening clouds.
OUT OF IT MIND BLANK
I rebooted the memory, I recall going into the kitchen tosee what to have for tonight’s nosh. And 
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Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne.
It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and;
Gooey, sticky messy!
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It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
arrived, not seen him for a while. 
will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her 
when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark. 
was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch!
I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening 
a little when
him two letters that’d been delivered.
brought a semi-panic about how I can arrange a lift to get there, I’ve no 
to help me for two weeks; she’s off on holiday. I felt a right twollop when it dawned on me that the four-page appointment & instructions letter, was from the EENT. It was something about post-cataract operation procedures. No idea what it involves. For the 1st December, 10:45hrs. So, need to arrange to book a lift with NHS City Transport
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding
is causing. Tiny bits of raw flesh coming off of now!
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which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). 
on the left foot, and the 
on the right foot! Or the 
, or both legs having 
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and his unwelcome 
, along with other ailments, disabling my physical capabilities. Then of course there is 
Not too bad at all!
Yummy!
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REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the 
. No doubt about it, that 
was still in charge of the innards.
and 
in unison. 
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. 
on the seat leg
Were belatedly carried out.
It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate?
This time it was down for ages.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.
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with the odd bother from tormenting 
ensuring that I seemed to spend longer awake than asleep. I gave up trying around 05:00hrs.
The urine looks darker than it really was when I emptied the pouch.
No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect.
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week
The urine is getting a move-on today.
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker.
Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming!
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar.
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A little misty.
City Hospital is in there somewhere.
When the petals fall in the fall, will they be messy at all?
I don’t think that’s the official name of them…
Then one of the new Kodak with the Fuji.
Smashing! 
Gorgeous!
Liquid smoke, sea salt & BBQ sauce.
called. Sorted the meds… well, not them we had run out of, naturally. No night bags to use. We had a little chin-wag.
was more than enough to guarantee me a lack of sleep again!
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The day bag was not a good colour this morning.
Had a sad moment over my not being able to go on one of the trips-out days! Ah, well, “Que sera, sera!”
Spots of morning rain.
requirements were the same as over the last three days. A first visit – messy to evacuate and clean up.
This time my luck wasn’t so good… I lost grip of the bowl and water from the kitchen – drenched the dressing gown, me and the floor! Naturally, I took it all in my stride and did not get angry or get pissed off, swear, spit or curse! 
I broke the handle on the mop and banged my knuckles on the edge of the radiator! Within minutes of returning to the front room, the 2nd visit was required!
. Then there’s a new problem… although I had been warned it was bound to start. This is from an old friend 
. Now both or either hand fingers are not letting me grip things or refusing to allow me to let go of things? The cursed Eye-Ailment-Brigade; 
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, is making things harder as well. Doing this blog will be too much shortly, I fear. CorelDrawing is easier and can be resized quickly, so all is not fatal yet. No night bags for about a week either, so the bladder cannot have its nightly flushing out of the infection? Still, it was day bags I ran out of last time. Nobody is telling me anything. The After-stroke falls team lady and District nurses have not been for a long time.
Mid morning.
Afternoon view
Flavoured the baked beans with liquid smoke, BBQ sauce, and a splash of aged malt vinegar.
Beautiful late afternoon puffer clouds.
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
In yer face, Sun!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Pareidolia prompting picture!
Bootiful!
The oh, so high moon cometh…
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The urine was another bad colour.
Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, 
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Raining!
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
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, who was winning the battle with 
never having been so bad.
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ensured that my vision was crap and getting worse. Plus, so many hours were spent correcting mistakes.
Fancy that!
But it lightened later.
Morning view
But the blood pressure was horrendous! I did extra checks in the hope that it would come down, but… Nope! Wonder if this is due to the none attainment of, and running out of some medications?
Fingers crossed
Oh the bright side (I had to look very hard, Hehe!), the ankle ulcers were nice and calm. (Says Inchie as he gets grief from the catheter tube via Little Inchie and cleans the blood up changers protection pants,
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Sat watching TV with subtitles and devouring the pleasantly tasty meal I’d done for myself. Pretend meat (Very nice), beetroot, tomatoes, and potato cubes done in the oven after being sprayed with oil.