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Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Over six hours of sleep, with just one wake-up early in the morning, about 05:00hrs, after I’d had the dream about the end of mankind & the planet. I scribbled some memory notes to help me in recall for the writing about it on the ode for today. (above). It was like a documentary. Forecasts, images and disasters were being revealed. Constantly changing between countries and different types of catastrophes. All of them, humankind made. I did wonder if 
had had a hand in creating this nightmare, well, morningmare? Apparently, the end will come in three years’ time. But by the time it ends, judging by the details given to me, those still left on earth will be glad to see the back of it. Millions of humans committed suicide, genocide, fratricides, sororicides, infanticides, homicides, general populicides, and a few tyrannicides as well. Still, it made a nice change to wake up with something on my mind. Hehe!
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At 0605hrs, I emerged from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with scribble on the note pad to create an ode about the dream for this blog. And that was all I seemed interested in.
The nocturnal catheter pouch urine was darker today. This makes me worry about the District Nurses taking off the entire 
on Monday, to see if I can manually wee-wee. If it is this colour when they arrive, I can’t see them bothering. They may decide to book me in for a permanent catheter option? I pray not!
I got on the computer, but as soon as I started using it…
Down it went! But I got it back within 15 minutes. Then spent a good one-and-a-half hours making the Dream Ode.
Sorted the waste bags out.
Went to the kitchenette, and the morning mist up high was obliterating views from the window.
The first shot I took, had the flash on.
The 2nd at least you can see the houses.
Neither photos were very good.
Then… nervously off to the wet room.
But only slightly this time. Messy again, but at least there were a few torpedo-shaped chunks in there. Haha!
The feet and toes looked surreal with their oh-so-white toe ends. Otherwise, they were looking good.
The Carer Arrived. Had a natter while she did the medicationings and eye drops.
Worked on yesterday’s blog, and within three hours I’d updated and posted it off to WordPress!
Before starting on today’s photos, I fetched an ice cream cornet from the freezer – it was far too soft, so I expect my leaving the freezer door open has done more damage than I expected. When I get time, I’ll have to dish some stuff.
Took a photo to the left of the flats.
Where the morning sun is still behind Mapperley Hill.
Then straight ahead.
I adjusted the strapping on the catheter.
Not very well, though. Carer Victor arrived and readjusted the straps for me. Where did the time go? afternoon already!
Wee-weeing well… but…
see how it comes out of the pouch?
Better tackle the ablutioning now. This is going to be a long job. Getting things together and ready to go in.
Oh, I’ll do the waste first. Been tidying up… Oh, Yes!
13:12hrs: To the Wet Room! Charrrge! Well, I limped in.
Pleased with the shaving while standing in a bowl of water at the sink. No trips, slips or balance problems. 
I even got out and washed and dried the bowl, harm-free!
And as for the shaving, huh, only two cuts! Honestly!
The showering I admit was a bit of a farce. Hit my head on the power box. dropped the loofah twice, and stubbed my toe on the flipping shower chair leg.
Drying off, I knocked a selection of things off of the floor cabinet. I took two photographicalisations of the mess, but neither made it to the SD card. 
Even getting into the Protection pants was relatively easy today? I’m not saying it was easy; I meant it was less painful, and no injuries were involved. But it still hurt! Hahaha!
15:15hrs; All done. Got some potatoes in the oven, and back to the computer to get on with this blog.
Getting tired now (16:25hrs), so I’ll get the nosh sorted out.
Carer Marie arrived as I was planning the meal. Showed me a way to shred cheese in a safer way; bless her.
I got on with making the cheesy potatoes, with some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes, fishless fish sticks, And sliced beetroot. The strawberry dessert was on its last sell-by date.
Flavour Rating: 9/10!
I took some snaps earlier, that I forgot to put in here. Well fancy that; Me! forgetting something!
Sky to the North.
Sky to the North, a little higher.
A later shot of the same area.
Even earlier and missed off, a shot of the car park end.
Went into the wet room, to change my PP’s…
and clean & medicate my lower region.
I was flabbergasted to see that the bruise on the left thigh, that I got when taking the last tumble, and two days later had completely vanished – was back again? Impossible, surely? I haven’t taken any knocks or falls for days now.
Ah, unless I took a knock nocturnally… could be?
Carer Victor did the last call. I was asleep when he came, and have little knowledge of how things went, but he had put the night pouch on for me. Getting back to sleep took a while, and when I got there, there were the odd flapping and threshing about awakenings. But at least 
didn’t go on and on as he has been doing; in fact, he’s given me two nights off… but he’s back, but not with a vengeance this time.
TTFNski, each!
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I found two different ones later. I think?
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The feet and ankles looked calmer this morning.
Early morning shot of the kitchen’s window blue-view
Porcelain Throne visited.
Carer Richard arrived. Alarm tested. Eye drops and meds were issued. The lad was at the end of his shift; he looked so tired out. I forgot to ask him about his Diabetes visit last week. If he calls tomorrow I’ll ask him.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
Kitchen shot, when looking for some Paracetamol in the medical drawer. There were none in there again. I’ve added the limit allowed, one packet to my Asda order and amended it online. Humph! That means I’ll run out again.
A phone call from the District Nurses HQ.
I could have done without the obvious comparing from people walking by! 
Afternoon view.
My ankles & feet, definitely improving!
The doctor’s surgery rang with the details. 
took the phone and amended the paperwork on the Meridian folder front for me. A much better INR figure of 2.8 now.
Time to get something to eat methinks. So I did!
A cheese & onion pastie, covered with a jar of bean and soy stew. I added some Worcester Sauce and sea salt. Many slices of Milk Roll bread dipped in it while eating. Excellent flavouring! Taste-Rating 9.4/10 Grrreat!
Nocturnal puffer clouds around the sun as it dipped. beyond the horizon, so quickly it seemed to me. Lovely view!
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The morning view… was rather blue
I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart.
were coming on again.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.
What was the mouse? Has a map on it 
Fantastic wider shot!
A close-up of the sun.
Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster…
A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe!
An eagle above?
It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?
I burnt the same spot on the hand as I did last week, taking the tray of spuds out of the oven.
Nice meal!
Made too much again. (I often do that?)
Very bad today.
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A bright morning with snow.
Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!
visits today.
Asda order arrived.
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Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
lost out to the new King
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followed the evacuation.
Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out..
tubing
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S,
gave me a nudge,
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I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that 
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The accidentally ordered food arrived…
Fridge overloaded.
Battered Sticks on offer.
Hello, I’m wee-weeing well!
arrived
Took some night shots; I’d missed the sunset
Humph!
How could I do that and not realise it?
It was horrible!
The legs and ankles were looking much improved.
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Took the catheter bag of myself this morning – I had to cause the need of the Porcelain Throne was urgently needed, and with the other clarities etc., over the last two days with tripping and treading on the tubing, I thought it best.
Suddenly flooded the mouth, I think I must have broken off a bit of tooth near the gum. I got up automatically to get some toilet paper to use to stem the flow… but the evacuation was still taking place.
I did genuinely feel 
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to help with those. A bit nippy this morning.
However, Richard arrived then. He got the medications sorted and told me I had to take the new Antibiotic course again, starting now. So, I did.
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and 
are getting slowly worse. I picked my nose, whistled, and eventually, a mini-evacuation shot out of its own accord – the movement was over in seconds! 
annoying somehow.
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. It didn’t last long…
and a nasty, but very rare in a sat down position 
put an end to my planned venture into pretending I could be capable again.
bleeding. Yes, the dance had tugged at the Catheter tube in Little Inchie… bloody? Bloody sore at this moment still! Even delicate might be the word. 
checked that it was cooked before she checked the taps and turned off the heater for me.
I sliced the overcooked potato and got it in the oven with the last of the potato rostis in the oven to crisp them up. The last of the tomatoes and the vegan frankfurters (which tasted great!) and along with the last of the pots of strawberry jam thingumajig dessert. 
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Not that they came out very well, although the bottom one of the car park was not too bad. A touch of eeriness about it? Obviously, the first one was taken like that on purpose. Ahem! 
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Got to the wet room, yet again, just in time. But that’s a lot better than being too late with all the consequences entailed with that! Hehe!
I had not got them up, and a second wave of gooey, sloppy evacuated product arrived. More cleaning up was required; I was getting tired out already. Hahaha!
I got the belated 
tackled and was well-pleased to see that today was the third in a row of my being in the High-Normal amber zone!
Time for the first brew of the day. No easing into it with a Punjana… I was feeling pretty good, so delved into a full-on-flavoured mug of the, originally mixed for the Welsh Miners in 1905 by the Thompson family, Glengettie. 
Despite my best efforts, I could not get the pants down in time. And 
he proceedings! All I could do, well apart from swearing and cursing, was to get on with the now familiar job of cleaning things up, putting the pants in a bucket of Dettol, changing the Depends, and getting another pair of trews, giving myself a 
I was working away on the blog, and it only being fifteen minutes since I emptied the bag; I didn’t check it for another half-hour or so.
I got a landline call from the beautiful DVT-Warfarin nurse, Hristina. She’s coming to see me on Wednesday to take a blood sample to test the INR level.
I went to make another brew of tea, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Nosh, time now!
Settled to watch the TV, Heartbeat, a football match, then New Tricks. That was the plan, anyway.
chimed out, rudely awakening me from my precious sleep, and in came 
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Realising my cock-up, I lifted the left foot from the tube… before I’d mastered the balance.
I tumbled back onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Landing on the arm and causing the delicate rear end 
to suffer a considerable clout!
At that exact moment, I must have caught the piping on my way down; the night bag began to leak!
❹ I hastened ASAP to the wet room. But: unfortunately, ❺ 
I decided as I was in there, to get the 
done. Stripped off, which sounds and indeed used t lobe a simple job… until the Mystery Pains, Catheter and taking tumbles started this morning. 
After what seemed like hours… Oh, it was! Getting the bag, Porcelain Throning, ablutioning and getting dressed, I returned to the front room.
Had left it a mess last night. Hadn’t taken the waste bags with him or cleaned the medicine pot.
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I took these a few hours later on. The seagulls were food hunting again.
Very nice too!
Arrived to get cataracts… no, not them; the night catheter attached to the day one. Nice to see him again, but he was a smidgen annoyed at the doctor amid hospital crossed lines and different instructions on my taking the antibiotics. Like me, Richard is not getting updated on medical things. He said someone was going to come in a few days to take the catheter out. I’ve heard nothing about this from anyone, either. No one called me to advise me at all?
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Oh, Worra shame – nearly got three High Norms on the trot!
Not-so-good photos
The challenge of the ablutioning and dressing.
But all went well. 
No idea why I took this shot?
Bleeding and weeing. Hehehe!
A late showing moon?
Easy-Lift ran me to the chemist to collect.
Although, in some ways, I enjoyed this
I was just dropping my trews to take down the PPs, and just
I think I enjoyed that bit, not the tumbling mind.
The workers had placed matting on the lobby floor.
Up in the lift, took a selfie in the reflection on the wall.
A letter was received as I got inside. Too small to see.
Changed the new Catheter… looks a bit bubbly to me?
Had a wash and removed the hospital tab. Last time at the City Hospital Urology. I was given a blue one, and today upgraded to red? Hehehe!
I made a lovely meal for myself. However the of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, were at it again!
The picture I took of the rather good-looking and tasty meal was not on the SD card… Yet again!
Cleaning up with one hand while trying not to step on the night bag tubing or drop and burst the bag, using a picker-upper with disinfected kitchen roll paper, and not falling over to clean up – I proved was impossible!
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I thought I’d celebrate by making a mug of Thompson’s Signature Blend tea for myself.
. He’s not visited me for weeks now… but he’s back! I stuck the spindle into the base of the holder and hoped for the best. Shaun only persisted for a couple of minutes, but had anyone seen him, they would be a bit weary of me; he could shake me a bit viciously at times.
joined in the ‘Give-it-to-Inchie onslaught!’ She stayed for ages! I took a guzzle of the Pentac medicine to calm her down. It didn’t!
Rang 
Into the kitchen, I wobbled.
I gave Deana a ring and got her this time. She will kindly call later. I’ve got to ring her when and if the flowers arrive, and she’ll take a look at the Cataract’s letter for me. She will ring Easy-Link to see if they will make a card account for me. Nice!
Photograph loading and I found this picture on the SD card.
remember why I was standing there, and it was the Amazon delivery of Morrison’s food arriving.
open packets, and dented cans and ensure that the bleach is leaking!
Very pleased that they had the baking potatoes in stock. They looked okay, not battered and bruised. I could have said Not like Asda. Hehe!
November… No seven! 
Once again was in a stubborn mood. Each time I dropped off, I’d shoot awake after a few minutes, with my mouth full of the adipose flavour of the battered onion rings. I assumed I’d continued burping and belching in my sleep. The last time I remember shooting awake, I had to use the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket); it was 03:30hrs. 
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