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Got the blog done up to here, then after a few hours got the Friday blog caught up with and posted –that was when
the most annoyingly regular 
routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later.
I’ll be brief, miss a lot off, cause I’ve got to get sat down for sleep early, cause I can sense now, it’s going to be a battle with Sweet Morpheus and the pains. Concentration was shot. Sorry.
and 
Feeling Poor;y Period for many hours.
Carers called as per usual.
Only around four times!
Early meal – Very Nice.
More leg dancing from 
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had to rest again.
Left leg fatter, Peripheral Pete’s right leg felt properly weary from the jerking & dancing. If that’s the right word.
Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through.
Had to take this shot above.
But when closing the window after shooting it, a leg dance started, and I banged my foot on the radiator and started the darned 
split papules oozed liquid.
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Right ankle.
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Late burst of sunshine, flooding into the kitchen.
Gorgeous!
TTFN
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I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…
 but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the 
had given in the battle for supremacy, and 
was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe!
. Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on 
, which made me jump, and pulled it again!
spirits a smidge! 
Medications now, other than the.
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No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. 
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view. 
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my 
area. He did a good job with it too
eyedrops.
Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the 
left leg…
Then 
right leg
There is
We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds.
he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the 
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the 
eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed 
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
sunset
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A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the 
door chime.
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
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Well, where do I start again?
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as 
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
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I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
OberstgrĂĽppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Yet again!
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. 
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
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Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home,
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, no medications for her, then there was 
and 
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at 
, and I missed…
courtesy of 
, a cracker it was, too. 
saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for ÂŁ800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
. As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet! 
Tidied up the Catheter.
I love these brown nights.
also bleeding!
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on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood.
I got the 
on the Ottoman en route.
Apparently, accidentally taking this photo?
Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of 
. Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had 
not got any pod peas. Grrr! 
The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!
The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.
Took this grim-looking picture.
Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside. 
The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was.
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A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued
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: Wot, yer on abarght now?
uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
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I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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It looked nice and light in the first picture.
It now looked darker?
Five cuts shaving, all in the neck area. Let’s face it, that should be expected; this is the only area on the head where hairs grow still. apart from the ‘tash, and that is running
! Tsk!
Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
Got it all sorted in the end.
Made up some Soda water drinks, adding the raspberry flavoured juice in them.
Checked the kitchen. All safe.
Turned off the computer, and started to get the things ready before my last clean-up to set off for the lift.
The flats here are underneath the top red sign.
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lift arrived, no signage on it, so I hoped it was them. It was! I got onto the bus, tied down in the seat, for a worrying trip, as the seat was narrow, and pressing against the one in front, threatening to burst or cause to leak from the valve of 
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somewhere during the next few minutes, because; The next thing I recall is being on another floor and simply lost! Someone came to me and asked if I was alright. Showed him or her the letter, and told me I wanted the ground floor. Took the lift down, and by the time I got there, my mind was
And on another machine, then eye tests on both eyes. 
Both repeated using an.
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Chips in gravy, two roast potatoes, both done in the microwave.
An earlier photo that I missed. Tsk!
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For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare. 
Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of 
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again, 
Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on. (Pity-Search-here?)
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
Apart from agony from the bum, 
giving me some, and the 
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âť˝ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. 
Getting into the protection pants!
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pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.
Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!
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Then noticed the legs. The left one was flaming bloated, massive, the right all skinny. And, water was spouting out of both leg ulcers and the papules on the left one. Tsk!
I took another look a few minutes after sorting the bags out, and the water was still coming out of the ulcers and papules. Although more slowly than earlier.
went down on me. Well, well!
it was the Carer. I was Gobsmacked at the time. He’s not been informed of the changes. He said he’d inform whoever was coming next time; it was not midday, but 13:30hrs or thereabouts. To get back on schedule. to give the four-hour break. The gal arrived near midday. 
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Found this snap I took early this morning.
The White Toe End
The Hallway
Little & Large…
Bottom Car Park
Today’s Mystery Photo?
Rain on the way, methinks?
The clouds still hold a beauty for me
Pareidolian’s Delight
Back to the kitchen window as the rain started.
Naturally, I took these through the window.
Good Heavens, Little & Large again.
A pincer movement attack this time – both hands and fingers.