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Heck of a shock here today! The NHS input site advised me to ring NHS 111 starlight away, So I did!
But they were too busy and told me to visit the NHS 111 site. So, I did.
An hour later, I filled in the questions asked & guessed at the choices made.
Sent it off and was told someone would contact me later. They are very busy, and this may take some time, be patient. So, I did!
I went to make a brew, and the telephone rang – I was surprised I heard it in the kitchen, but, there you are, I did.
Answered many questions and had to guess at a few. The nurse had an accent, and the kine was not good, so it took a time to review all the needed details. Ultimately, she decided that the SYSs 128, and 119, with respective DIAs 57 and 59, were okay? This despite the NHS monitoring site telling me it was Too Low and to ring 111?
Don’t feel too confident about this. But then again, it’s unsurprising; they are the lowest readings I’ve ever had?
Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!
I was woken up (Didn’t get settled until around 04:00hrs) and was woken by the arrival of Carer Sam. I was half out of it, having just been stirred reluctantly back to life. Think we had a chinwag, and Sam took the washing nada waste bag on her way out. Thank you.
Porcelain Throne visited, cleaned up the kitchen, dropped the milk bottle, and stubbed my toes again. The brain was not too interested in being creative and went on strike a few times when I got nothing done whatsoever; just seemed to sit here thinking but not knowing why or what of?
The yes were still bad, and concentration as well.
Dizzy Dennis, The Kathleen Catheter tube, and Anne Gyna all gave me bother of some sort. I really was only half here for many hours. Scary! Sort of light-headed, I suppose… mind you, I still am now seven hours later.
Lost the camera but found it a few hours later, hidden in front of me to the right of the computer – How the hell did I miss that?
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
I made a brew and fell asleep for a while…
A while? Four bloody hours!
Carer Jo-Anne arrived; I was still a bit vague about things.
After the gal left… Ah, it was Jo-Anne I think that tool the washing? I could be wrong; of course, it has been known.
No sunset tonight. Boo!
Found the camera.
Lost the eye drops.
Sadly no chance of any sunset tonight… Sob!
Took early evening shots.
A couple of hours late, these…
Very little snow left now
Then got the soup and put the potatoes and soya bits in with it,
then the seasoning. But could not find the mint sauce?
Are a lot of things disappearing today?
Looking okay to me.
Blogging for another hour or two.
Got about ten minutes’ worth of work done, Huh!
Carer Ayowoke arrived. The first time I’d seen him. Nice lad. He gave me a roster for next week, no Carer Richard in it! I asked if he knew anything about Richard, but he did not know him.
Did some more effort on this blog, but I still can’t get my head around the
NHS telling me to ring NHS 111, and then eventually, telling me to log onto the web with NHS 111. After having to log in all my details, telling me
that the Blood Pressure figures were okay?
I got the nosh on and served up.
Another part-canned meal.
A can of Asda Chunky Lamb & Vegetable soup.
Couldn’t find the mint sauce to add to it,
I think maybe it may have gone out of date? (Spit!)
Added vegetable stock and some Pertranic,
Cooked & sliced potatoes, just one finger knick!.
Soy bacon thingies added; the final bit…
Wholemeal rolls for me to dunk and dip!
And soon, I’d demolished it!
Eating every morsel and bit!
Flavour Rating: 705/10.
The late Carer was Carole-Anne.
Still no 
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We had a mini natter & laugh. Refreshing!
I woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
Landing conveniently on my bottom, but rather, unfortunately, the 
burst open 
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It was the mess of sorting things out that got to me rather than the bleeding itself. Handily, it was almost easy to get me back up on my bloated feet and legs… The first job was to check 
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I placed some paper towels inside the Protection Pants first, then looked over the pouch, grippers and tubing. All seems to be still attached.
Off to the wet room, giving the door frame a mini shoulder-charge as I went in. That hurt more than anything else did. Hehehe! I didn’t fret about this being half asleep; I expected that 
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After a multitude of Argh! – Ouches, curse words and loathings, and a moment of ‘Why Me Mate’ emotions, it was done.
REFLECTIONS
I was amazingly calm and physiological about things… at least, I think I was? That’s probably not the word I should have used?
It could have been a sign of my acceptance of the circumstances or my rotten luck?
I may have been sick to the back teeth (mind you, there’s only one of them left in the mouth now) of hearing myself moan and whining on about my inabilities, ailments, frustrations, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, eyesight, hearing, Cathy Catheter pains, shortage of pouches, and the seemingly never-ending Bladder-Infection. Being bald, overweight, Duodenal Donald, Little Inches Phimosis and fungal lesion, Peripheral Neuropathy, having two strokes, being shot twice, scared shit of going in water.
Now, there’s the 
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But I don’t complain…
Hahaha!
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DOREEN DEMENTIA; WAS SO HEGEMONIC..
Bit of blood in the night bag again.
Got some spuds in the crock pot and forgot all about them.
Shot of the dreary morning later on
One of many brews of tea that I made.
Asda delivery.
The kind driver to them into the kitchen for me.
And put them anywhere he could find room.
The Vegan shortbread biscuits 
Items I’d missed.
A couple of hours or so later, I took these shots
As the darkness fell, I took more snaps.
Pleased with the two above and below.
Shot above here…
Ans below of the Citrus Way car park.
Found this photo of last night’s meal.
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A lot better colour this time.
Murky kitchenette.
Junk room.
The massive hallway.
This is the offending, oh, so painful right foot bottom.
Chair, vacated by the morning Carer after giving me the medications nada checking the catheter. Checked the taps and stove; bless her!
To hate left from the kitchen window.
The urine is a bit darker now…
Sun out occasionally, no warmth with it mind.
Sun is out for an hour or so. took another shot
A decent-looking meal?.
Went down so quickly tonight.
Farewell…
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Iceland Delivery
Naughties?
Blimey, it’s brightened!
Morrison Delivery
Chips (Limited to one pack!) and.
More naughty treats… Tsk!
Woke to the sound of the door chime ringing out, 
Announcing the arrival of 
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How sad!
It did its bestest.
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A distant shot, and at that, I nearly missed it off of the frame altogether. Not one of betterer photographicalisationing efforts.
Ah, this one’s a little betterer!
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Not too good.
Photographed the morning view.
Got the spuds in the slow cooker and made a brew.
I did another urine check.
For about two hours, boy, did the wee-weeing do well.
I can see her in this one…
Took a close-up of her…
And so quickly, she was gone.
Oh, ‘eck, not so good today, then?
Got some canned veg soup in the saucepan and flavoured it with some basil, and sea salt. Added baked beans and garden peas… 
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The Iceland delivery arrived.
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0500 this morning.
No idea what happened!
Morning kitchen window shots
Emptied the Cataracts and…
Confused now, after reading what I could of the instructions, advice, and procedure I’ve to go through without painkillers. Not that it bothered me, a naturally brave, hardy man like me!
Early evening
I’ll say no more on this… (Flinching now!)
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫
HIS THIRD CALL OF THE DAY.
