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IN ODE… I DIDN’T SAY IT WAS A GOOD ODE!
Today has been more than ever surreal,
I woke up with a wobbly left heel,.
A knee that at times I could not feel?
Throughout the day I mustered no zeal!
At times I felt a little funereal!.
Again, sleep was not acquirable,
I felt tired, and Gawdawful,
Though it ended with a decent meal…
No concentration; I felt so angstful,
But, I can be indefatigable…
But not while life is so insurmountable!
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Night pouch contents changed colour?
Or it may be my use of the Kodak Camera?
Morning views…
Kitchen ahead.
Kitchen zoom in on the City Hospital.
Balcony end car park view.
Ablutions – Porcelain Throning.
Rubbish Bags Sorted.
First Mug of Glengettie Tea.
Asda, email with a list of shortages for today’s order.
ASDA ORDER ARRIVED
Cheesy curls for the week.
Got stored away.
Well stocked?
Then sorted the nurses, carers, and delivery people treats.
Plenty of choices for them now.
Letters from EE, The EENT Clinic, & QMC.
Prepped the cooking for the nosh.
Shelled some pod peas, and added them to the rice and veg. Sea salt, and veg Oxo.
Tested them after adding a can of chunky veg soup
to the saucepan. I left the heavy-duty saucepan on low heat for a little longer.
Blogged away for several more hours, forgetting about the veg cooking…
FOOL!
I rescues the gooey-sticky mess of food, but adding some concentrated Borschst and vinegar to the mix, and gave it a good stirring for a while as it reheated.
Carer Kara returned the laundry for me…
and kindly hung up the dressing gowns for me. ♥
I got the nosh served up…
And it tasted Grrreat!
Flavour-Rating: 9/10! Slurred, gobble, belch!
The last Carer Called; the night bag was attached, to the day bag. The taps & cooker were not checked, though. So I had to carry the night bag with me and my beloved 
to check on the taps (faucets) and cooker. I’m so glad I did, I’d left the small hob on from cooking the meal. Phew!
Sleep for once came easily. Off into the land of nod in noir time! Had a dream as I recall, I was back as a young whippersnapper, in Brookfield Place in the old Meadows area of Nottingham. I can’t recall too much, other than it was a happy nocturnal dream for once… I think!
Woke up early, and had to get up… a call from the 
made me get up, and I could not get back to sleep… Fancy that!
Sorry, there’s not much detail.
TTFN
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failing.
Night pouch.
About a 4 on the NHS Richter-Scale
The quantity was higher, though!
Waste bags.
Ablutions.
Bootiful!
CorelDrawing.
Cleaning the hob.
Waste of time, that was.
Iceland Delivery..
Food, Glorious Food!
More Food, Glorious Food!
Early evening.
Meal.
Later sunset!
Second mug of Glengettie!
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failed yet again. I gave up!
, nor any of the
kept me awake this time. But every time I drifted off into the land of Nod, I’d shoot awake with a helluva shock and jerk! 
I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.
for the handsome, young, fit, sprightly, cheerful, effervescent, Inchy…
The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!
For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?
To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the 
For the first time in weeks, 
was in full control of this reluctant and painful evacuation.
I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.
Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to 
For Sunday
Later Morning views.
returned… Five minutes later…
Off for about 20 minutes this time.
addicted 
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Late afternoon view!
The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!
Paperwork for Kara gathered together.
The second and last mug of tea was taken.
A decent effort this time.
Evening Sky shots
From different angles.
High in the sky, below.
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adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep in 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.
I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be 
able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
What, me… Worried?
Removed the night pouch, initially with ease…
As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. 
. I ended up falling backwards, onto the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, with a hell-of-a-thud!
, onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! 
I used the ready torn-off kitchen towelling to clean things up a bit. No Germoloiding yet, as my plan was to get an early ablutioning session and also needed the Porcelain Throne.
I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room.
soon stopped leaking.
Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! 
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me.
Areas attached to 
, knees, and around the privates’ department were well-smeared.
Little 
was painfully creamed. (It always is!)
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This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
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It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was
The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew!
I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, 
. I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
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ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent 
Great balls of fire! 
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, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the 
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water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite 
the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in 
the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. 
I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
could come back on in ten minutes or so. 
again. Not a lot! The thing that puzzled me a smidgeon, was the three shades of brown in the two torpedoes? One of them was almost black
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and 
chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
Lips, faces, & a spear?
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NHS Scale 4
Sprayed the slippers.
Kitchen.
Kitchen morning view.
Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound
I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato.
Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers
caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!
The knuckle and the potato.
giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat 
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the 
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. 
Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; 
It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the 
and
on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!
A humdinger of a view! – Press Here! Hehe!
Beautiful!
Can you see anything in there?
Lumix efforts.
See the arms and legs? I can’t now, Humph!
You must see the ghost? Har-har!
Now you really must?
Marble clouds?
Like the surface of the moon?
Lumix shot, see the black spot?
My imagination goes on the rampage for these two!
Sunset finishing
Next night
Oil painting-like?
Afternoon twinkling?
Peaceful!
Layered sky.
Sun going down…
Star Trek clip?
Yesterdays ghost. Taken through
🎶 Ghost riders in the Sky
The face of the year so far… See him?
Moon surface?
Last week I think. Star Wars? No… erm…
Well, I think I have.
Please let me know if anyone can see what I do in this
coming through the thin, tatty, old, raggedy, multi-holed curtains. I could not resist fighting my way out of the recliner to take a photo of it. Lovely!
I remembered (Miracles do happen, then? Hahaha!) that the Falls-Team arranged delivery of a new walking frame was due to arrive today. So I got with doing the Health Checks sharpishly. The flipping SYS is still high!
The temperature, using the stick thermometer was the highest its been in many a month! 
I took a photo of the tablet trays, to show you how it is so easy to make a mistake in taking them. Although these pods were designed, to make it easier for we slightly more mature dodderers, and cut back on such errors. As you can see, the pills are all over the placed, many stuck under the 
covers, and others had moved into another compartment altogether! Many were stuck on the glue, others by the static electricity in the packaging. When they were first introduced, they told me they’d be fool-proof as well! Hah!
I closed down Computer Cameron and got some hand-washing done, before doing the ablutions. The old oven grabbers were washed with the other stuff. I’ve still got the new gloves, but these although hard to clean, easy to dirty, and very old and tatty (a bit my me really, Hahaha!), they’re more effective and easier to hold onto when Shaking Shaun or Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters play up.
I needed a Porcelain Throne visit first. One of the easiest for a long time. Yee-Ha! Still painful, of course, but so much quicker than even yesterday’s was! A bit of blood, a smidge messy. Needed cleaning up before I took a shower, Haha!
The leg ulcer, or Clopidogrel allergy markings, had spread-out but got fainter, and some new ones appeared on top of the right foot, below the base of the toes. The fresh ones looked like freckles. Ah, well, it stops me getting bored, Hehehe! 
I got the new PPs on, a pair of trousers, and the maroon zip-up shirt. The Sock-glide was given a sneer of contempt, as I left the wet-room. 
Because I was not wearing any socks, and the vicious, finger bruising and crushing monstrosity, was again, not going to be used, and my digits and legs put at risk of injury once more! Not that it scares me, of course! Oh, no!
Then, I set-too making up some black waste bags, and put the Floor-Voting paper on them, so as not to forget to take them with me on the way out with the bags, to the Rubbish chute, and take the voting paper down to the lobby. 
I got a face-mask o
Then clouted my right elbow against the door frame, on the way out of the room! A spot of turbidity in the brain as I waited for the lift down to the ground-floor lobby. By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, and into the main hall, my balance was a lot better, and the foggy-brain seemed to be clearing. What’s going on here?
I posted the floor colouring preferences sheet into the ballot box. 
The door chimes rang out
. It was an NHS chappie, delivering the new narrower walker for me. He was in a rush, my EQ picked up on that. I remembered what Nurse Caroline had told me about not doing anything with it when it is delivered 
until she calls again on Wednesday. So I put it with the spare three-wheeler on the balcony. I never thought I’d use one of these! It was wider than I expected, and I didn’t cope very well with it, putting it on the veranda, at all.
Updated this blog again, and it is now hours beyond my usual head-down time. 
Decided to make another brew first, straight Glengettie this time. 
Battered fish strips, slow-cooked potatoes halved, and a bit of butter and onion-salt sprinkled on them. Garden peas, and some of the delightful baby Piccalo tomatoes. A pot of raspberry ripple mousse from the freezer, thawed out as I as the meal, nicely! 
Went to get the meal things soaking in washing up bowl, and took this photograph of the evening’s view.