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operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
And released the catheter nocturnal bag from the day bag 
pouch. Again, a decent colour of urine had been passed overnight.
As the signs from the innards indicated a change in mode to a Trotsky Terence one, I decided to make my way to the wet room without delay. A good job I did, too. The motion started as I lowered my bottom onto the plastic Porcelain Throne cover!
The spray was almost spitting-like, out all over the WC furniture and my bum and bottom. Took me ages to get it all cleaned up.
My plump, short legs were holding up the catheter bag pouch well today. Then, the bag suddenly split open down one side. Being a cunning, if pathetic DIYer, I repaired it with some of the Elastoplast and Elephant tape I had to hand and 
refitted it.
I topped up the Nurse’s and Carer’s nibble boxes and went on the computer for a while. I can’t say precisely how long the computing went on as another darned Mind-Blank took me over. It might have been Carer Marie; she kept coming into my mind, and her suspicious smile was in there somewhere. I found this photo in the morning of where I’d left the diabetic socks in view to remind me to ask for them to be put on. They were on my legs alright, now. Back with it, I decided to make up some bottles of spring water, adding a little cordial to a few bottles. Off to the kitchenette, I poddled!
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After making the drinks, I decided that, as I had the funnels out, I’d make some spray with an antiseptic disinfectant that I used to sprinkle in the catheter urine jug and waste bins. I made the mix and poured it safely and freely into the sprayers.
One: As I turned away to take the filled bottles, I knocked the topless disinfectant bottle off the draining board. I made a barb for it and sprayed the liquid out of the spout. It landed on my dressing gown, which got soaked. Then I dropped the bottle on the floor, which swizzled around, distributing the rest of its contents over the kitchen floor. I did not burst into tears! I just cursed vigorously. But I did consider crying an option! I decided to take some shots from the window, as not many had been taken with all the seizures. I genuinely wish that I hadn’t bothered now.
TWO: Now, the photos themselves came out pretty decently. In fact, I was pleased with the results. 
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As I closed the window yet again, my sleeve caught the kitchen knife box, knocking it to the floor. A degree of spitting was used in conjunction with foul language, self-insulating, and loathing outbursts that lasted for a good while. What the hell Mary in the flat below must think of me?
Well, it doesn’t take much imagination. Sorry, Mary! ♥
I set about cleaning the kitchenette floor again.
I used the Speed Mop this time to save time and bending down to wring out the big mop.
Things are looking better now in the kitchen.
But not with WordPress and or the computer I’m using.
I am having all sorts of failures. I’ll whip on what I’ve got and try to post it. Sorry about this. Google has given up on me. I’m Trying Firefox now.
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, along with 
giving way, all but had me over. I grabbed the left at the side of 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, and lunged for the saviour of the morning; 
, and kept him with me from then on, hoping not to forget to take him. 
Then as I was starting the computer, 
rang out from the door chime. 
coming in. He looked well-tired out, bless him. He got the medications dealt out to me. Then went to check on the medication stock in the drawer in the kitchenette to sort out what needed ordering. 
They thought of the risk of closing down and restarting the computer to go to the wet room for two hours, meaning that I would not be 
concentrating on the task at hand and be worrying if CorelDraw would go back to the old status and cock-up my current joy when I get back to it… But here goes…
Back to the computer. The web was down… I needn’t have said that; I take it for granted nowadays with the Oligarchs Service!
Arrived and we had a bit of a small natterisational moment. Only painkillers are required. She tested the alarm disc for me, and it is working.
Back on the computer, now smelling nice for when Nurse Nichole arrives to do the Severe Frailty Test.
I took a photo of the windy, wet morning from the kitchen window. 
Then, the end window was opened to take a shot of the car park. 
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that I was in danger of not getting there in time. But no! I whipped off the clothes I’d not long ago put on, and settled down on the, started doing my best to force something to happen.
go at the puzzle for about 15 minutes. I got some of the answers filled in as well. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Sang a song and yodelled. Finally, realising whatever was in there must be rock solid, I gave up.
I made a mug of Laxative Laxido. It said I think the eyes are not too good, as you know. Mix with 125ml water and drink. Well, I wasn’t going to wash my feet with it, Hehehe! I hope it encouraged the mass of food that is festering in my stomach to get a move on and summon me back to the 
being in total control, suddenly it’s all reversed? Then there’s the eye operations on the cataracts; I cannot see any better whatsoever? The Audio man hoovered out my ear holes, and I’m just as deaf now? Then, of course, the Catheter bag has been in for a year, and I’m further away from peeing of my own volition now. I can’t! Even worse from, the intrusive tubing into the bladder is doing him and me no good at all. 
& bandaging for over four weeks now, so no showering allowed, and daily BO to contend with. Also, both legs 
are still spouting bloody fluid! I’ll not mention 
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I snapped this view of the bottom field just as the rain began coming down again.
The end car park from the balcony again. The mud may have increased a tiny bit, but not much.
The bananas are getting black bruises coming through again. 
Carer Marie checked on some food dates for me today.
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Today’s total of malfunctions from the money-crunching and number manipulating Oligarchs of the world’s worst, most incapable, 
We’ve been promised some snow and rain this coming week.
A simple meal for a sanity-challenged simpleton. The Walls pork pies that were supposed to have pickles in them but were pickleless and tasteless. The potatoes were undercooked, and the beetroot was lovely. Most of it ended up in the bin. Flavour Rating: 1¼/10. 
…ah, yes, it was. On the chart in the morning, I saw that I’d taken his BP. 
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. I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched 
, I tried to take some decent shots on it…
Oh, dearie, not only did 
catch me out, but as I tried again, 
It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha!
At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.
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It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.
failures. Then, as the Carer arrived…
I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…
I sorted out the waste bags.
Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tasting
seasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.
Mostly liquid!.
With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, 
giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? 
daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed 
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has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ 
However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.
As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away!
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Two-tone leg straps and bandaging.
Waste bags sorted.
The Iceland order arrived.
Exceptional no-meat meat slices today.
They had beef in them, and they had carefully ensured that the food was ready-crushed to save my few teeth when I ate them, I assume. How kind!
Substituted milk roll loaf with tasteless white.
Got the Carers & Nurses nibbles box filled
Nice little clouds.
The papules can be felt bleeding under the bandaging.
Found this new to me word.
Differences displayed.
Mopped the kitchen floor.
nearly had me over at one time. But I managed to stay perpendicular. Just!
Going, going…
Still going…
Close up…
Ah… Gone!
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Easy-Peasy! Well…
A horrible day of ups & downs.
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Eerie morning view of the kitchen from the doorway.
Made up a waste bag. (Exciting this innit? Hehe!)
A good variety today?
Toes & legs improvement… well 
Then changed my mind 
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I had to give the leg a rest up on the chair. So, I got into 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, to get some respite from the 
. Then I added some Christmas giveaway drinkies, and some AA batteries to the Asda order for next week.
as I got up to retrieve it, and the jam squirted out, over my slipper and the carpet. Not the most successful mealtime I’ve had!
Amazing! Just wind emitted?
As I took this photo of my feet and legs, I got a whiff of urine strongly? On investigation, I realised that the open-close valve on the day bag was indeed in the open position again! The left foot squelched as I took a step!
With all the hobbling I’d done, 
was now bleeding. So, I cleaned that up, got the cream on him, and had to change the PPs. Got the old ones off without any bother. With the assistance of 
, I got the fresh ones on with almost ease. Great! for a second…
You can laugh at this series of 
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This left me with a heavily full urine day bag that dropped with some alacrity the moment I’d grabbed 
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, via the inserted catheter tube that tried to do a runner. Obviously, a man of my calibre winced-not at the agony. I can 
haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages.
Nothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated.
Hehehe!
The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.
To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos…
of the heavy rain.
Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.
I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.
and 
. He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.
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As I was leaning forward to take a closer look at some mail she had gathered from the letter box – How can I put it? The catheter tube seemed to twist of its own accord! A little blood was found when I inspected things in the lower regions. I went off to the wet room and got things cleaned up. No idea how it happened? And this caused me to get confused with so many visitors, and my concentration bit the dust for a while.
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the rain returned, the sky was wonderful.
The Citrus Way car park.
Photoed it when ⅔rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box.
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chime rang out and in rushed Chris. He almost forgot to put the night pouch on, but amazingly I remembered to ask him. Off like a shot the lad perused his other duties, I told him to take a treat-can or bottle with him.
Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for 
to return… and 
!!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had!
No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep!
Bootiful!
, which I thought would do in my sleep again, as it has for several nights now. It was so easy to nod off… but it felt like every time I did, I was jumping awake within minutes, repeatedly!
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It looked nice and light in the first picture.
It now looked darker?
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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
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Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
Got it all sorted in the end.
into my back.
in that department! I’ll put some toilet rolls in the trolley.
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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kicked off. Add that there must have been a 
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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today, starting with the moment I stirred back into pretend-life from the evenings uncomfortable 
-filled, ever-waking, so-called sleep. Humph!
and the current 
I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
done.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
tune coming from the doorbell.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with 
giving me stick)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
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Heavens above! The feet and toes were swollen with liquid. Under the toes, it was agony to stand, let alone hobble anywhere. My balance was all over the shop, too. So I took the medications from the Carer and enjoyed a little natter.
An amazing coloured sky this morning. Not a good light for taking photographs, though.
was needed as the chap departed. So, I decided to get them done after the battle against the not-working/refilling W.C. water tanks, and hits mornings struggle was one of the worse in the two weeks that the plumbing mechanism was reported to Nottingham City Homes. For sure 
had returned! Talk about resistance! I had to keep painfully urging things along repeatedly; the worst was when the concrete torpedo was half evacuated, and things stopped moving for a while. Arrgh! I feared something was going to rip open! 
It must have taken half an hour to get it out, with a thud and splashing water – followed by complete and utter relief! Thank Gawed that the evacuation was out without any injuries; they were the odd specks of blood, but that’s to be expected. 
thing was that 
were not too painful at all. The first mystery of many today! Having achieved this first mission, the Dangerous one remained, collecting the water to refill the non-working water W.C. tank.
, along with a flash of 
‘s attention at the same time; just as I was going into the wet room.
, and save having to clean and dry things twice. 
Approx. 08:00hrs; 
I was going to do the teeth first. But another mystery arose; I just could not find the toothbrush? Had I thrown it in the bin yesterday? Or put it in my dressing gown pocket? 
teggie cleaning today! I totally forgot about using the shower and set about, with the aid of Dettol, Carbolic soap, nail brushes, flannels and the picker upperer, to have a stand-up scrubbing down… which was not easy at all. What with the extra-long tube on 
, trying desperately not to catch and pull the tube, then remembering to dry the pouch again without pulling at it and having a blood flow from poor little Little Inchies, vulnerable 
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I bet you expected me to tell you of all the cuts and haemoglobin flowing down, taking a circular route down my bloated belly, and joining the blood flow coming from poor Little Inchies ever most bothersome Fungal Lesion? You’d be right! A dollop of liberally applied Brut aftershave soon stopped the leaks. (Not on Little Inchie, I hasten to mention, I’m not a sadist. Hehe!) Just on the chin, lip and ear lobes – I’m not sure how I cut the ear lobe in the first place. It could have been a micro-shake from 
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winced, and that was that. Did my best to pain gel the awkward to get to try medicating
knees. Some of the ointment went on the floor, but plenty of cold water was down there to 
do no harm. Dried the bum well and applied copious amounts of the dearer than gold weight for weight, Germoloid Ointment. Dearer than the Germoloid Cream but much more soothing.
The ear and eye drops were put in; there was a drop or two that actually got into the eyes this time! Hehehe! I got the slightly less painful to 
wear but very costly new Tena for Men and P.P.s.
on the server trolley in the wet room, naturally, obviously on one of the toes that had 
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The next snap taken was to the right of the kitchen window. Displaying the flats’ balconies and the gravel footpath by the tree copse into Woodthorpe Park.
Then learnt out of the window as far as I dare, with a good grip on the camera loop, to take a shot of the Winwood Heights car park below Woodthorpe Court, where I dwell in hell.
A confirmation call from Deep Vein Thrombosis, Anti-Coagulation Therapy, Warfarin clinic, Haematology Angel Hristina ♥, that she will be calling on me next Tuesday to take a blood sample for analysis & INR Level. Super news! 
I started the computer and opened CorelDraw to add the photographs of the day. And found that several snaps had not made it onto the S.D. card… yet again! 
I think the right foot was getting thinner, with less fluid content? (But this did not last long. She was soon all bloated & painful. Tsk! The 
keep trying to come up, but they soon disappear, but never for long?
usual, I glanced at the bands on the left arm… it was not there! You’d be gobsmacked at what I did then… (I was!) I went into the wet room and searched around… no luck; I Tried the kitchen, the same result, so back into the rubbish… I 
mean, the front room. Then, I glanced at my other wrist as I got on the computer, still not re
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All of the poor-quality sunset photos and the one of the meal were lost into the ether, never to be seen again! It was only chips and bread with BBQ sauce, but I enjoyed it. Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.
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