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I am fatigued from fighting my bad luck and getting no help with finances or ablutions. I also need help sorting out a lift to the Doctor’s or hospital, contacting the bank, arranging supplies for medical needs, catheter bags, etc.
Today, I was at my lowest ever. Why? I’ll tell yers…
My BP was 166/69; I should have told me to ring 111 and ask for advice. But they will probably tell me to go to the hospital on Monday. How do I get there? I’d walk it if the weather was okay if it was to the City Hospital, but that used to take me an hour each way. With my declining health, providing it didn’t kill me, how long would it take now? I have to set out and give myself 4 hours tp get there and back. Haha! Also, besides that, Cartilage Chloe & Carole are liable to let me down, inviting a tumble en route. Dizzy Dennis may well have me over as well. Back-Pain Brenda, Arthur Itis, Ankle Ulcer Ulrich, Electric Shocking Sherida… and another thing just came to mind, the tiny Catheter day pouch would be filled before I got there or home again! I’ve told so many people about this problem. Carer Kara was a Precious-Gem who helped me. ♥ But she is now working in the office, they tell me. I shall have to plead with Obergruppenfurher Deana to see if she can advise or help with going to the hospital. And getting dressed beforehand. I hope the trousers still fit me! I have not worn them for months, and I’ve not been out. Well, I can’t get out. Oh, I must get them cleaned next week, after making sure they fit me. Worra life!
CorelDraw is playing up again. I lost hours trying to get the bloody thing to save the graphics I’d done. I think if… and that’s a dirty-great IF, I can get someone to come and add memory to my computer, it might solve the issue… then again, with my rotten bad luck. I would be working away, and suddenly, it would not save anything. Luckily, I’d got most of the graphics and some photos on the blog.
I can’t go on like this. I’m making myself feel worse by focusing on the frustrations of things not working and the lack of help.
If only things were like two years ago when I’d walk daily through the tree copse, up into Woodthorpe, onto Mansfield Road, down to the shops to get anything I wanted, and back up Winchester Street Hill to the flats.
Of course, being captive in the flat means I have trouble getting out and need a lift to get money to pay people.
My bank balance is the lowest it’s ever been without Starmer robbing me of my winter fuel handout or increasing the tax on my pension. I’ll try putting a hex and or jinx on him!
The blog may stop suddenly or may not be worth doing without graphics. Of course, anytime now, I anticipate someone will listen to my problems and come up with some assistance to alleviate not only my fear and frustration but please, God, please ease my depression 🙏🏻.
Trying to think things through, you wouldn’t believe how much I’m struggling to get to grips and get almost anything done. Being ignored is part of things when one gets older.
I’ve done mopping & moaning, but I don’t feel any better.
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Carer Ayu called, and I went to fetch some Codeines from the medical drawer in the kitchen. 
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.
Google played up, and I gave up!
Going to get some food prepared and eaten.
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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!
Sheer agony, as the moulded-together clumps of product crept out so painfully slowly. I felt sure something was going to get ruptured during this session. The Germoloid 
cream was clearly visible in the almost black escaped mass. 
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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. 
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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.
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A totally different day today.
The night bag of urine was terribly dark again.
My innards gave out a blast like I’ve never known before. 
Ah, This one was better.
My second windy blast extruded from the rear end… I made my way to the Porcelain Throne again. I spent a day or two doing my best, but no action! Gave up again!
I went back to the computer and used CorelDraw. I got a call from Sister Jane, which was lovely. When I returned to the computer an hour later, Dizzy Dennis was back, joined by Back-Pain-Brenda, and misery overcame me. No depression. I took a painkiller as Brenda was vicious with it now, and as I took the Codeine, 
Toothache Tiffany put her oar into the equation. 
When emptying the catheter day pouch again, the colour concerned me somewhat. As a rule, by midday, the shade gets lighter, but not today.
I wondered, well, hobbled into the balcony for a look around. 
I took a snap straight ahead.
have been the TV licencing bullies at the door, I’d knocked over a bottle of partially drunk soda water. The cap had dislodged, and I had a mini-lake sinking into the carpet!
The sun came out momentarily. I grabbed the Kodak, went into the kitchenette, and took what I thought would be a decent photograph of the Sun.
I took a break from getting nowhere fast with this blog and took this snap of the left balcony window. It’s not too bad this time.
I looked up what to expect from the enforcement officer’s arrival. 
A cold, no-cooking meal for Inchy tonight.
Followed by a pot of Oikos lemon yoghourt.
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Must get the quilt washed somehow.
Blue morning.
Constipation this time. Tsk!
The hook slipped off of the shower curtain again this morning. I couldn’t reach up to put it back on.
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Series of late afternoon shots of the sky.
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I left the tap running and was forced to abandon the blog to get things cleaned and dried where possible.
A nice full pouch this morning.
First trip to take snaps.
Not unlike noodles.
I made a brew later and took this one.
Cleaning up done.
He sorted the medications, checked the catheter, and changed
Very tasty!
Liberty-Global TV was down again!
Still, they have to reduce service so they can pay Mr Fries his total compensation earnings of $62m.
Jealous? Me? YES!
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Morning Views.
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Later cloud photos. From the kitchen.
Things stayed in my mind a lot easier after this. It was when Carer Chris arrived for the teatime visit. He knew somehow that I’d had a problem, as he said I was stuttering and stammering when he first arrived, then returned to my usual self. Very perceptive, lad.
Medications were issued, and he made sure I took them. Feeling a lot easier now. I
2 hours, one day 3! for the last ten visits, I think. Yet today, including the messy visit and cleaning up, I was out in… wait for it… one hour & 20 minutes! 
When Cgris had gone, I got a second wind from Gawd, who knows where, and I titivated the kitchenette floor with the fancy speed mop. 
I then realised I had not put on the alert wristbands. Thinking I must have left them in the wet room, I returned to collect them but couldn’t find them.
I searched the cabinet in the main room. I even checked the waste bin to see if I’d dropped them in there, but no luck. I felt like a proper fool as I turned around and found them on top of the £300 second-hand shop-purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner.
Then I made a quick meal.