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Written (started) at 16:15hrs: A terrible night’s sleep again. The computer, bank, medical needs, the camera, TV & remote, a tumble later this morning, Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, Memory-Mashing-May, Glaucoma Gladys, Catheter Cathy’s Pain-giving Contraption, Loss-Balance-Belinda, Back-Pain-Brenda, Mini-Seizures, Earache Erasmus, and Toothache Tiffany are just too much to cope with. That’s not counting the computer problems with Word, Excel, CorelDraw & Trotsky Terence. As I was typing this, the browser started doing I don’t know what, but it took a good half-an-hour before I could use it again, then I had to turn everything off and back on again. which I’d done twice earlier, already having to use Ccleaner twice to get some photos to go… I’m fed up!
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I woke for the umpteenth time, and I saw it was 06:00hrs. Just as the innards warbled at me, and that automatic butt-clenching you do when you know if you don’t get to the WC on time, you’re going to mess yourself! I had no doubt this was the case. I fumbled out of the bed, stubbing my toe, grabbed Four-Pronged Willy, the walking stick, and limped hastily to the wet room.
EMBARRASSMENT – FRUSTRATION -SHAME!
What followed was painful, embarrassing and not a pretty sight! I don’t need to tell you what happened, I’m sure.
I spent minutes nonstop swearing as I sat on the Porcelain Throne, clearing out what little of the evacuated produce was left inside me. Most of it was already down my legs and on the floor! Things actually got worse later!
My anger and shame stopped me from crying!
A mammoth cleaning-up job was started. Me first, then the terribly sulk-making splashes on the furniture and floor were tackled. Using a mop and bucket while using a walking stick is not easy. I did, I thought, have the sense to take my time sorting it out. All clean again, I put the used kitchen towels (two big rolls) into a bag and put them in the large sharps box for disposal in the medical box. Back to the wetroom, and decided to get the ablutions done.
I did my tegggies—well, the few I’ve got left—and as I overreached to get the shaving tackle, I slipped on some disinfectant I’d put on the floor. I grabbed the trolley to keep from going down, brushing my head against the tackle on the top. I actually thought about going into a Smug Mode. I was so proud of myself for not ending up on the floor. I carried on with the shaving. Until I saw the blood coming down my face, I was sure I’d not cut myself with the razors? Down the side of the face, earhole, mouth, chin, and chest. Oh, dearie me!
The blood was coming from the top of my head, and then I realised it must have happened during the tumble.
I got the brute, liberally soaked some kitchen towels with it, and folded them on my head. That’ll stop it, I thought.
It just took a couple of minutes to finish the shaving, and the blood was down on my face and neck again. Well, I thought, this is unusual. The Brut always stops the flow of the shaving cuts. But not this time. I got some plasters and wadding I’d soaked with the Brut. Then I stuck it tightly on where I thought the wound was with the plasters.
Then I did medicationings. Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmentating pain was on a par with my getting the Protection Pants on. The head was not too painful at all. Finally, the wet room was cleaned and sorted!
Got a fresh dressing gown and went into the front room to see how or if the computer would act. My vision was blurred by the blood flowing down again. I realised, by the location of the blood on my hands and the removed dressing, that I’d missed some of the actual wound putting it on. I didn’t realise it was over such a large area. I’ve never had a wound so Bruted before, Hahaha! I could not feel any blood coming through this time. I thought that I’d cracked the problem. I put a woolly bobcap on to keep the pressure on the cut, graze or whatever it was.
Carer P arrived. And when I told P of my farcicalnesses with the ablutioning (not the pooing myself), he looked at it and said it felt dry, and we could take off the dressing now. He asked me first if I’d like him to Peel it off or to Whip it off. I asked for a Whip it off, please!
It bled again, but far less than earlier. Pleasant put another dressing on it for me. Bless him. He rang his controller to ask if the next caller could be made aware and check it for me when they arrived. Nice of him, that!
Then memory problems… me and the computer.
I won’t bore you again with all the details, but I used Norton and Ccleaner thrice to upload some graphics and photos to WordPress. It took me hours, and then I had to upload the files straight away before I ran out of memory again.
Harrumph!
Carer Kimberly came next. She had not been informed about my Accifauxpa by anyone. Fancy that! She kindly checked it for me. It was still bleeding, but barely at all now.
Kimberly put a new dressing in. I think I can take it off 
tonight. She took a photo of the head before it started bleeding again and put a plaster on it. I’ve been looked after today. I didn’t mention the poo-poo. Whoopsie.
Then I got some 
more snaps that it wouldn’t let me earlier in the day.
This is the early one I took before my Accifauxpas during the rain.
This was when I refilled the nibble box on the Nurse’s and Carers’ table.
Some new ones in there that they just might like. I hope the nurses will if they come.
A slightly later shot of the local houses, most of which I noticed today, was leaving via Mansfield Road in their cars. Can’t blame them after four people were shot from a 
vehicle on Winchester Street. Which is about 300 yards from the houses and the flats I live in. The one on the left is a mystery one. No idea why I took it at all.
This is a later shot of the houses I took with the old Kodak camera. I also used it to take the saucepan above left. You can tell by the different-sized pictures.
Cat Shot of the Week!
Sasha is from New Mexico. Tim Price has a family of cats, and they are all beautiful and characterful. Tim says I can use some photos and hopes to put a cat/s of the week photo on this blog weekly. Sasha has always seemed like a thinking cat; her expression is that of a thinker. I love all of them from a distance. Especially the cheese queue photos.
Carer Alu came and looked at the head. It’s getting better already. I am going to make a meal of sorts for myself: baked crispy (I hope) potatoes, tomatoes with basil, yellow peppers, and sea salt, vegetarian sausages, and some Milk Roll bread to soak up the juices. Slurp!
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I hope to be back in the morning.
I took this just before the total darkness fell. I wonder if these are part of the Northern Light colours? I must search Google later.
I got the meal as planned, made it, and served it.
It was terrible-tasting.
I suspect I may have used the wrong seasonings in the tomatoes and sauce. I couldn’t taste any basil at all, but there was another tang to it that I couldn’t recognise and wasn’t too keen on. Tsk! Whatever it was, it ensured one of the messiest-ever dumps in the morning. And a multi-coloured evacuation, from black to beige in varying colours. With mighty super-sticky splashes to clean up, too!
I washed the dishes and took another shot from the kitchen window, this time of a different but gorgeous view. Seconds later, the whole sky went dark.
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TTFNski, Each. Keep Safe, Please!
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I stirred after one more night of constantly jumping awake. I forced myself into imitation action. Pondering all the time if CorelDraw would open and work, I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch.
At this stage, Carer Christopher arrived. It was like talking to a robot. Hehehe! It would have been easier to talk to myself, which I do all the time anyway. Don’t we all? He issued the medications, and then he put the diabetic socks on my legs. Then he helped me into the slippers
Sun coming from the left.
Sun glistening on the balcony. You wouldn’t believe it was black plastic of some sort.
Higher the beautiful clouds.
Lovely view.
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Another crap, waking up all the time all night. I shot awake so often that I believed it was late and forced myself out of bed, emptied the nocturnal catheter 
bag, and dragged myself miserably to the wet room. A quick clean-up: Cartilage tormentedly got the fresh PPs on and returned to the bed to tidy it up. All the time, I try not to think of the computer hassles and problems. It’s getting to me now! Then I had to go back to the wet room. Cor, what a messy job that was!
I got the computer on, and of course, it was not letting me put photos or graphics on again. I joke not. Carer Chris arrived. I was too responsive. With my fingers crossed, I was using Norton and Ccleaner to make space on the computer. After they were done, I should have closed everything down and rebooted for the changes to take effect. I was trying to concentrate on what I’d done and what needed doing. Carer Chris took the laundry down for me on his way out, and I returned to the in-progress cock-up I was unknowingly in the middle of. 
Then I noticed the time on the clock was 09:00hrs! It had taken me hours to get things going! Grumble-Grunts!
It took me about half an hour to get it to work. It was all a matter of blind faith, hope, and keeping my fingers crossed, jobbie.
I took a break to think things through and see if I could figure out if I had done something wrong. I went into the kitchen and took some more sky shots, then back to the computer and inserted the SD card once more into the reader. And it loaded straight away? Phew!
midday call. I must have gotten up this morning around 05:00 hrs. Then I remembered taking a photo of the ancient clock using the other camera. I got the SD card, and it went through. The clock depicted 04:30 hrs when I pressed the day and date buttons. I realised I struggled with the computer’s memory for around five hours or more! Taking an hour of for the ablutionings and pant changes. Huh!
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Another crap photo.
The Computer started playing up.
Oh, a decent photo of the fog.
Hoovered up.
Getting foggier.
Cleared a bit later.
Now the computer is making me sick!
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and fumbled my way out of the bed. Straightened the clothes, got the night bag off the catheter contraption, left it nearby for the Carer to check 
with the NHS colour Card later. Then, I grabbed the walking stick and went to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne and ablutioning session. I was flabbergasted! This visit was as near to normal as I’ve had for many months! Neither Trotsky Terence nor Constipation Conrad had the advantage! No bleeding, not too messy, and no pain whatsoever! 
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or any bother from 
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! Can all this be happening? A good stand-up naked body scrub with no problems! I dried off and got medicationing done, and I don’t recall any bother with any of them… Apart from the always painful, 
which is to be expected and 
has to be coped with as best I can. It’s like an old friend. Hehehe! 
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer. It hurts to say or write that word! 
realised it must have been 03:00 hrs when I got up; otherwise, I’d never have had time to get all that I’d done in an hour.
Hristina calling. She came in, and we chatted as she got the hypodermic thingies ready. A lovely lady. She soon took the blood samples and an extra one this time so they could check if the Vitamin B5 tablets were working. As we were gossiping before her leaving, the 
intercom rang again. It was the food delivery from Sainsbury’s store.
Carer Chloe came next. She was doing the domestics for me, bless her. ♥ She checked the fridge and a cupboard for the sell-by-dates on the products that I could not read them. Well, believe it or not, I took 3 carrier bags that the gal had sorted out, full of out-of-date foods! As I took them to the waste chute, she checked one cupboard. She filled two more carriers with food for the waste chute. She kindly took them to the chute for me as she left. Four more cupboards to sort on her next visit. ♥ She then mopped the kitchen for me. Earned her money, Chloe did! ♥
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to do.
Parmentier potatoes, vegetable pasty, Marmite cheese, yellow and red tomatoes, and Marmite rice cracker, with a splash of Branston Sauce and some liquid sea salt.
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05:10 hrs: I woke up from a muddled dream. An odd one, all my current problems came barraging into my mind. I think I was laughing at them, knowing they would end when I snuff it. I lay pondering my strange response. 06:00 hrs: I forced myself to evacuate the 
bed. My balance was all over the place. I carefully removed the nocturnal catheter bag and emptied it. taking a photo for the carer to judge the colour rating later on for me. 
I snapped a picture of the morning blue sky, and then I turned on the kettle to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Then, I looked in the fridge to see what 
options were available for nosh later in the day or evening.
Went to wash the half-drank and had gone cold mug of Gengettie tea. And Carer Richard arrived. 
in pain, poor chap. My medications were issued. After a quick natter, he went wearily off on his way home.
I got the computer on and found this email tracker from Parcel Force. They are delivering the Low-Cost Food store order today. It’s been 10 days since the confirmation email telling me that the store had despatched it. It’s coming from Mansfield. At least with Parcel Force, they deliver to the door. Some others leave it down in the foyer.
I had an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne 15 minutes or so ago.
I could not do much until the evacuation was over; the almost liquid contents only took a few seconds to sprout out. By then, there was blood running down my legs onto the floor, all over the basin, and it took me ages to get me and the mess cleaned up! The floor 
had to be mopped and disinfected as well. The different Cream, which had a dropper, was much thinner and far less painful to apply. I hope they send this one again in next month’s prescription.
Sorted the mess and got back to the computer.
Hello, I can hear an alarm going off somewhere. I shall go investigate. These new hearing aid batteries are good!
It turned out to be a fish supper. And very nice it was too.
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. The resulting evacuation was surprising for two reasons. One that, despite its exiting as dark green lumps, had no pain, and it disintegrated immediately after hitting the water. A quick counterattack from 
. No wonder I have so few readers. Hahaha!
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were tackled next. Being so early in the day, I dare not use the noisy shower for fear of waking the neighbours. I started with doing the teggies; what few I have left is becoming a delicate job. 
wanted to turn on the computer and check out CorelDraw, MW Word, and Excel. A good body scrub
Then, the medicationings. They went as usual, applying the betamethasone cream to Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Whor, & Argh!
I Phorpain Gelled both of the cartilages, Carole and Chloe. 
Arthur Itis was as good as gold this morning, and I didn’t medicate him. I did the bulging bouncy under the stomach flab area, forehead, underarms, and where I could reach to do it, on the ankles, and I put on the Acne 
and Ezxcema areas. Then I Germolened the new patch of pimples and spots on the outside 
of the right arm. Then, the pleasantest medication task was Germoloiding Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Then I faced the task of getting the fresh PPs on. Which can be a bit tricky, depending on how bad or good the Cartilage girls, leg ulcers, and Arthur Itis are on the day. Today, the only harrowing one was Cartilage Chloe… Getting my left leg lined up, the picker-upper in hand slid my rear-end into the corner so there was less chance of a tumble if I lost my balance; I was all readied. Getting the leg high enough to fit in the pants took about five tries.
Getting the washed-day catheter pouch on was also relatively easy today. Much more of this, and I’ll be in danger of getting close to being contented—worrying that is, I’m not used to it. But, of course, I have yet to see how the computer goes, haven’t I? That’s another worry. But overall, the session went much better than usual. And this performance is needed every day!
This earlier shot was belatedly permitted to go on after refusing me on the first try?
Later, I went to the balcony and took this shot to the left, catching the other balconies as I snapped it.
Next, I took a Kodak shot—a close-up of the nearby dwellings, catching the suspected loft drug houses.
Great balls of fire… look at the time already! What happened to the day… I seem to have blinked and lost four hours at the same time. Unreal! Ah, it was probably 
sneaking in again. Or, I suppose I could have drifted off while waiting for CorelDraw to save a graphic. It has been so slow today. It’s not that I want to push my luck; at least she has not crashed yet. She’s still cocking up the font manipulation, though.
balcony to take this shot of not the mudslide but the mud trickle. Hehe!
Not a Sausage! But I did have a lamb meal later: Shepherd’s pie with spuds and a Lamb hotpot. I cooked them together in the oven and added extra peas after tipping them in the 
large bowl. Afterwards, I had a lemon dessert. Lovely it was, too. 
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So I made a significant if impossible-to-eat-in-one-go meal: beetroot, battered fish balls, battered fishcakes, battered potato balls, and tomatoes. Naturally, there was too much for me, but I gave it my best shot and ate ¾ of it. And I enjoyed the concoction of fish, & the dessert, too!
I’d done some zoomed-in viewing to catch the birds, but they were too quick for me. They stayed on the roof tiles for a second or two and then flew to another.
What do you see in this sunset shot?
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However, they sorted things out for me within about five minutes. And the flat rang out with open laughter from the nurses and even me!
bet this visit will be mentioned a few times when they return to the nurses’ HQ. 
I managed to do a little of my pareidoliaing of the sky and clouds this afternoon. The clear blue sky with some little puffer clouds just above the 
horizon was taken to the left of the kitchenette window.
On this one, to the left higher up, I can see so many things in the clouds. Do they seem to be gathering together to do the Conga? Haha!
This high-up shot reveals a face, baby cloud faces, and an exhaust pipe. Well, it does to me. I bet you can see things I didn’t. Bootiful!
Then, there is a snap of the bottom field below the tree copse, with the local houses looking as pretty as a picture.
ke some sky photos that might please the computer’s fussiness.
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Food warming up now.
Black bean sauce, veggie sausages, mock-chicken chicken, sliced red onions, a dash of liquid smoke, and Warburton’s Milk Roll sliced bread. The only disappointment was that I could not open the tin of water chestnuts because it had no ring pull attached to the can. I tried the two can openers, but I cannot grip the roller well enough to turn it on. Sad, innit?
Go forth forever, having fun & festivity,
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Then, a rumble and grumble from the innards advised me that I needed to visit the 
He was still in charge. Four large Kharki-coloured rugby-ball-shaped lumps were painfully and slowly evacuated, but it was nowhere near as hurtful as yesterday’s effort.
I got the blog done. It was slow work, though, as the computer’s memory was short. 
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