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Another morning of waking up with a hint… not a big one… maybe just an inkling of a suggestion of nearly a mock contentment! And this after being wickedly broken up overnight by Thought Storming Steve, Electric Shocking Sherida, and a vicious attack of phenomenal power and length by Shuddering Shoulder Shirley! I can’t explain why, but I suspect she enjoyed it!
I should have been feeling shattered, done-in, miserable, and deeply depressed. But no, I wasn’t. I sang as I detached the nocturnal catheter bag, and the deep colour of the contents hardly 
sank in. It was a Billy Fury song, ‘Cross My Heart,’ released in 1959 on the Decca label. I think.
At least this visit wasn’t as bad a mess as yesterday’s morning farce. Hello, a hint of semi-optimism there? I felt sceptical.
I went into the kitchen to check the taps, fridge doors, and oven, which were not left on, and all was shipshape. Then I went onto the balcony to take a snap of the overnight rain 
and mud that had slid down into the end car park. Then took a picture of nearby houses and part of the tree copse. I could smell the petricore through the cracks in the windows in the wind. Carer Maryham arrived just as I was in the wet room, about to have a wash and struggling with a nasty, mind-blowing seizure. She was very understanding and helpful. Bless her. I know she was relaxing me. But details of the next 20 minutes were minimal. Yet I returned to as near normal as I ever will do, and the memory from then on was much better. She helped me with a computer problem that 
arose earlier, I think. Thanks, Gal! ♥
Within minutes of her departure, I was back on the Porcelain Throne again.
My stomach was still rumbling after the evacuation was completed.
I got onto the computer again and got a decent move on for once. 
I soon realised why I thought I was doing well when I restarted Grammarly, which had stopped working, and it found 76 errors on its list!
It took me years to get them corrected, and a few times, Grammarly had changed the right things, altering “realised” to “realized” and “sceptical” to “skeptical.” Now what I’ve just written is changing back! I spent hours correcting it, and later, I had to do it again. Grrr!
The next two hours might not have happened because I 
have no idea what happened. When Carer Seun arrived, I felt cheery but vague. I recall her putting on the diabetic socks for me. She didn’t like the growth on the ankle, but there were no extra pains from that area, apart from Electric Shocking. Sherida started stinging again, but not badly. She got a call on her mobile and rushed off. I bet someone had taken a tumble or something like that. 
Nice gal, I’ve not seen her before.
I started the daily ode. Then I took a break and took some more photos
These two horizon and sky shots are indicative. Is that the right word for the whole day? Overcast, but there had not been any more rain yet.
The door chime chimed…
When I hobbled to the door, a box was on the floor in the outer hall. It was from the Low-Cost Food Shop. Some tasty nibbles were delivered, including Twiglets, Jacobs cheese and pickle biscuits.
I snapped two more shots, this time to show how the high-up-in-the-sky pictures showed blue coming through while the lower area was dark.
They had a beauty to them in contrast to the lower clouds.
Another seizure gripped me. I can’t understand how or why, if anyone comes in, the gripping, fact-destroying seizure dissipates straight away?
Carer Promise called. One Codeine, one Paracetamol. No Peptac. He was soon off, a busy lad.
I concentrated on doing the blog for an hour or two, then went on the WP Reader.
Oh, I forgot! I took this photo earlier. While the sun was getting partially through.
It looks all peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing out there. He says!
Carer Promise made the last call. He gave me my medications, checked the taps, cooker, etc., took my socks off, and shot off. On his way home, he looked a little tired and jaded. Bless him.
I’m going on the WP reader now, then get something to eat.
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A NEW WORST MEAL PHOTO
I’m not sure what I did wrong taking this shot.
But it tasted fine. (The meal, not the photo, Haha!) It consisted of Beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes, and a Cornish pastie, with a lemon mousse for afters.
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balance was all shot. Of the first ten minutes, I don’t recall a lot. However, I gained a modicum of awareness after emptying the nocturnal catheter 
pouch and taking the BP Readings. I was back in the Hyper range again. The temperature had fallen by six points! Cartilage Chloe started to play up, and has not stopped since, as I hastened to the Porcelain Throne.
. I had not emptied the night bag because I had to get on the Throne sharpishly. I won’t go into too much detail, but the liquid evacuation came quicker than anticipated. As I got the pouch to empty it, a rattling from 
later made me drop the pouch I’d just opened. You can imagine the state of play.
massaging of the Phorpain Gel on the Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees. Getting the 
fresh PPs on was the hardest bit of the whole operation. Had I gone into detail about the mess, I might have lost readers; that’s how bad it was! I decided a mug of tea would go down well.
After cleaning the wet room properly, I took this snap from the kitchen window. I also made up the waste bags and left one big one near the front door. Finally, I put the kettle on.
Then Carer Shaquille arrived, and I was about to take the tea into the main room for a relaxing rest and sip of Glengettie tea. 
I took another snap of the miserable view on offer.
I’d traipsed bits into the main room and hallway cleaning up earlier, so I got the vacuum out. From the look of it, I got it wrong with the camera again.
Two tomatoes for tonight’s meal… although it looks more like it will be the morning’s meal, judging by my lack of progress on the blog, Humph!
Still no rain, and it seems to be getting lighter? There’ll be a reason for this, but I have absolutely no know what it might be. Hehe!
The clouds look beautiful as far as I’m concerned.
And Carer Jennifer came in, giving me a little dance as she did. Hehe! She told me she was here for the cleaning session
good job, too, with a pleasant manner.
kicked off, quickly followed by a persistent, harm-intending, wanting to dislocate me 
The clouds had dwindled. Just a few lint ones that seemed to be moving quickly in the sky… well, they would, I suppose, as opposed to moving quickly in the canal? Hahaha!
After a while, I thought I saw lightning through the curtains. So, I investigated.
Drank it and dunked three biscuits. I lost heart with blogging; that’s never happened before.
I’ll have to catch up with the blog in the morning.
Arrived.
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had fallen off of the safety bar that was out of reach and needed retrieving. I found myself swinging the legs from the bed I was on top of, then getting a toe-stubbing and banging a knee against the overbed table that pissed-off 
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give a toss about things! 
I straightened the bedclothes and limped to empty the pouch. (A number six on the NHS colour 
Richter scale card) And (still singing Elvis’s songs, the bits I could remember the words to (I hummed the rest). I decided to have my morning allowance of one mug of tea
I combined the kitchen and front room bins into one and put them near the door to take to the chute later. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the tea had gone cold, so I
so I checked everything in there. Oh, dear, I filled another bag with outdated items. Tsk! But even this didn’t phase me. I got a summoning to visit the 
The intercom sounded; it was the Asda order arriving. This made me realise that it was only 06:10 hrs. What flipping time did I get up feeling all perkily? 
I got the bags inside and started sorting things out. They had sent all the bread ordered, which was good, 3 small sliced milk roll loaves, and a bag of mini wholemeal rolls.
Sorted the fresh stuff for the fridge. Some reet-treats here! Red spring onions, a tomato multi-type pack, 4 Lemon & Lime yoghourts, a lemon mousse, and two lemon curd yoghourts! Marmite-flavoured cheese, lamb patti, a BBQ-flavoured pork pie, and a cornish pastie to boot! I shall eat well tonight! I’ll have 
none of the meat, I’ve still got a lot of the Sokolow seasoned bacon to use, and I’m not going to waste it… I’m going to eat it! Hahaha! Oh, I forgot, I thought I’d made a mistake with the Asda order. The above medication arrived with it. Turned out it was a Freebie. Later on, Carers Sham and Sam said they’d ask if anyone was interested in having it.
Hristina 
roof.
I did the morning BP check rather late in the day, I know. At least the SYS was a lot lower. The pulse was the highest for ages, as was the temperature.
I found this photo on the on the SD card. I probably took it this morning. Memory? Me? 
By gum, the sun nearly got through late afternoon.
Nice to see the sun.
I cooked smoked belly pork and beans. Two wholemeal rolls will follow. I added liquid smoke and some basil-flavoured passata to the pan. Delicious!
A poor last shot of the day.
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Everything was okay in the kitchen. I did think it looked a little dark out there this morning. When I turned the light off for a better look
Then I realised I’d left the nocturnal pouch in the wet room
I had a go at the blog after Richard had left
was not saving anything with a new name. Oh, dear, now I’m
, as I lost my balance and grabbed a hold of the nearest solid support available; the sink and the mop is now in two pieces. 
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gave way, and I was on the floor in no time. Hitting my shoulder and neck on the way down. He hastened to get me up again. No need for any assistance; it was only pain & loss of balance. I’ve had much worse.
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; As for him, he didn’t give me a break at all; he’d moved in permanently. 
Too dark!
Not sure when this was taken. Not many photos were taken this morning.
Presumably, he took these before and after the ablutions. The old man got up so late that he had to do them late, around 17:00 hrs. But why did he? 
Evening snap.
Two ready-made meals in one large bowl!
Of course, I couldn’t; the lightning was gone when I hit the take-button, it had gone.
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On the right here is an admirer of Mr Clough, ‘Cloughie’. It’s Inchy. Taken this morning… with him actually smiling! Yes! Well, very nearly, anyway. That’s a rarity to be seen nowadays for the old fart to be doing. I imagine the old man was either high on drugs or Dementia Doreen was toying with him. Either way, the poor sod did not know how the day was going to go, obviously. Had his EQ or Alto Ego Inchie warned him, there would have been no smile on his face! He may well have been spitting blood & crying, too. 
I didn’t get around to this blog until 17:20hrs.
A little lighter today?
The most frustrating evacuation of the week!
cream was clearly visible in the almost black escaped mass. 
, followed within seconds b
It was only for a few seconds; it was as if I’d blinked and woken to find the pink spray bottle lying on the floor and leaking! Not a good start to the day! Then again, I should be used to them by now! But for some reason, I was riled by this Accifauxpas. Even more rileder after all that bending down had got 
misty morning. I stayed that way all day. However, I took this unintentional picture of the window ledge first. Clever that, how I didn’t realise. Ha-ha!
take the morning view.
Carer Maryham arrived and tried to ring the Community Nurses to order more day and night bags for me. But I’d given her the wrong number. She’d run out of time then, so she had to scoot off. She said she would ring them later and let me know how it went. I haven’t heard anything. She may be doing it tomorrow because I did tell her I had some left to use, but I’d like to keep the stocks up now that Kara is not calling. That was good of her.♥ She noticed me holding my arm and looked at it, taking a photo of it. More about that later.
I got back to the blog work. There was a massive cock-up, which began then!
I supposed they were triggered by the tension I felt. I couldn’t continue with the manual clear-out. After each seizure, I was lost, confused as to what I was up to or had already done. 
Evening photo.
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The urine was not so dark, but then again, I got woken up by the alarm
Oh! Nothing has moved all day yet.
Window Cleaner Joe arrived. I opened the door, and the moment I saw him, I remembered that he was due today. Tsk!
Four items were substituted. 
One of them was the mini-plum top mates. They’d substituted a pack of four heavy, underripe tomatoes bigger than golfballs. They were that heavy, which indicates little juice but plenty of flesh… I took care not to drop any when putting them away. They would probably break a toe if they landed on my foot. Good job. I’ll get a drill and hacksaw. (Sarcasm)
I did get ready and microwaveable beef meals in rich stout gravy. I’m having one tonight if I ever get the unstarted blog done
After jiggling the products to make room for them, I got the bread into the freezer.
I got two in twenty minutes. Swim & pool.
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The nocturnal catheter bag was removed, and I was shocked at the darkness of the urine again. There were little bits of something in the bag, like dried mint or oregano. (The district nurse rang up later to say that the Warfarin DVT blood test showed a deficiency. No idea what it was of. But they would call between 09:00> and 11:00hrs in the morning to take another blood sample from me for urgent testing.) 
Another painful visit.
Shots from the balcony.
Or was it the kitchen?
Waste bags sorted.
No wash, got on the computer to catch up. But, of course, I just get further behind.
I dropped a handful of paper towels, bent down to retrieve them, and Dizzy Dennis gave me a turn. I didn’t hit the deck because I was lucky enough to clout my head on the heater. Now the new spectacle frame has an arm loose.
Back on the computer between the Carers calls.
I’m not pleased with this week’s health check figures!
Two unknown what or why photos were taken today.
It beats me! Then, most things do.
I did it again! Put the wrong cream on the wrong ailment.
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I think I may buy him some clothes for his first anniversary as the UK’s first pensioner-killer? So, now we have to suffer, struggle and die with Starmer’s tax increases and blaming the Tories for everything he puts up, increases, and lines his own pockets backhander-wise, and continues with his lies about the Labour Party’s underhand, misleading schemes, ploys, poisoning of honesty, and plans. 
I had a stand-up job today. With yesterday’s showering going so well, weighed against my famously rancid good luck, I thought it would be safer. I did the teeth. I took a shave (four little cuts, one bad one). 
I was pleased to see they had packed the goods into bags today. I got them into the kitchenette and started to pack them away. 
The first carrier was a mixed bag: a toothbrush, a bottle of Lloyd Grossman sauce, and a large kitchen towel. I put the bottles of tonic water on the floor 
with the others. 
a Melton Mowery pork pie. Next bag; Jars of meat, pot noodles, pickled beetroot, Korean BBQ sauce (I can’t recall ordering that), a large pot 
of orange jelly, and cheapo mini cake rolls, cream & strawberry. I felt sure I’d resisted getting them when I was ordering? 
podded fresh peas, and one spreadable No-Butter butter tub. Ah, well! The main item on the delivery was the ‘Pot-of-Meat’ with jelly. Mmm! I admit it looks disgusting and smells similar too. But it tastes gorgeous! I got three jars in just in case Starmer upsets his backers and puts the price up more… again!
I must cut down on spending!
The health wristlet arrived.
And the costliest was this Poncho.