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While Carer Chris was getting Inchy back up on his feet, he said, “I’m going to do another rhyme about life!” And he did, as you can see. When the morning Carer arrived, there he was at his computer working on the aforementioned ode. When the next Carer called hours later… there he was, still on his computer, working on the aforementioned ode. It’s not as if it is any good, but he continues to dish out this rubbish. Which possibly proves the validity of what the old man wrote?
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Not as good as last week. But I’m still here despite the new ailments found lurking within… and around. Hehehe!
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Easy-Peasy, pudding & pie! No idea what that means?
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Another day of disasters. Well, maybe not disasters, but calamities, maybe. It all started so well, as well. I was feeling well… to start with. Then the cock-ups started!
I’ll just mention two of them in this intro. Cause they cost me so much time, it’s now gone 20:00hrs, and I’ve just started this blog. Plans went askew, as they usually do! No, I’ve changed my mind; I’ll reveal what I remember of it, more or less how and when they happened in this amazingly popular blog, so as not to keep my mass of followers on tenter-hooks. It’s not fair to either of them. It’ll be a little sparse… that’s another thing, poor 
on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
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Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!) I dislodged the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. When getting up, the balance was a bit dodgy, and I ended up plopping back down into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner. A bloody experience. Poor 
blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I 
on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe!
Off I poddled, very carefully to the wet room to Germoloid and wash my end. Picked up 
, & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on.
You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both 
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joined in then. I was a bit of a confused wreck for a few minutes! 
Nothing new there, mind you.
After a sit-down, drink of spring water, and a couple of the delectable Le Petit Beurre biscuits, I decided I must get on with things, and not feel sorry for myself. (As if!)
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
Must have been yesterday when I took this one, unknowingly. Then realised I’d not done the waste 
bags and safety checks. So, I did.
Made up[ the bag from three bins and put them near the door.
Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe!
Checked in the kitchen, taps were okay, the oven was not left on and the fridge & freezer doors were shut–too.
Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Then, an interruption for the use of the 
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Another half-hour was lost! The mess, and I had to change into new Protection Pants due to my not being quick enough to get there to avoid a little seepage!
So more cost with having to re-Germoloid and Germolene my more delicate parts again. I was slowly sinking into a depression. But forced myself out of it, and into the kitchen with the aim of making a brew of tea.
But 
arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
I took her blood pressure. She’s one of the best BPs I’ve ever 
seen.
Hello, back to the .
What a mess again!
However, I did get there in time – only just, fair enough. But I was pretty pleased with my dexterity in getting there…
Not so with my dropping the toilet roll onto the WC; I’m getting wee’d off with doing this so often lately. The blame is on my 
, and after reading about the symptoms yesterday on the web, 
.
I’m losing my grip or hold on things so much more often this week. The right hand and fingers are getting stiffer and even less sensitive to touch. The digits often freeze on me. That’s how I dropped the mug of tea a week ago. Which managed to avoid the whole of the kitchen floor as it landed directly on my poor little 
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I then got carried away when spending three hours, just doing today’s Ode! Even worse, I got involved in researching suitable words for other rhymes. Again, it’s messing about with my brain. I’m certain she’s getting more masterful at it.
Carer Joanne arrived, and we had a little chinwag. mutual moans and laughs. At last, I remembered to pay her for the eye pads she’d fetched me last week to use for the 
.
Bless her cotton socks.
I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right)
However…
And what a one…
My right hand fingers froze as I was about to close the release valve. The pee shot all over my legs, feet and the carpet, not to mention the 1966 second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan cabinet!
I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and 
repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time.
So I got more fresh towels and.. wait for it… Bent down to gather the residue in them.
Of course, I should have known better. The Fall Team Lady, Sarah, told me not to bend down from now on. But when I keep constantly dropping and knocking stuff over, I don’t really have a choice? The urine must be cleaned up and the smell obliterated… But I’m sorry, I tried it now…
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from had me toppling forward, hitting my face on 
the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor!
I’d a few little scratches on the chin; two teeth had been loosened, and were bleeding. 
was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome , then 
joined in. Getting back up was its usual struggle. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet.
The whole day crumbled after this one. Although, when 
arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
He asked if I needed him to ring the ambulance or Doctor’s. I think the neuropathy shakes and shudders made me look worse than I felt. I was lucky for once, I think; at least the 
bag didn’t burst open on me and make things even worse. When taking the 
medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!
I shall now, at 00:20hrs, invest some time in getting something to eat, at last.
I hope to be back in the morning,
And doing a lot less moaning,
I hope not to be groaning,
Suppose I’ll be mentally fidgeting?
If I can make time, do some vacuuming?
The computer needs fragmenting,
My teeth and jaw are stinging…
My back is really aching,
I am unfortunately anticipating…
a struggle with the ablutioning,
Trotsky Terence, Porcelain Throning…
I hope Little Inchie stops bleeding.
And I’ll try to stop burping!
TTFN
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freed from the 
Excellent shade of urine this morning. A fuller bag as well!
Another bad one is above
Got the waste bags sorted from the bins
The Porcelain Throne was visited.
Then I started the 
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. I didn’t get any olive oil for the ears either, so used what drop I had left sparingly, and this was not good, as my hearing was so much worse than usual.
Some now water papules coming up on the left leg
You can see the fluid building up near the ankle bone.
Made a brew of Thompson Gold tea.
after an hour or so, it accepted my complaint.
I sent these photos in. They said someone would contact you, but I’ve heard nothing from them, yet. 
The form to fill in, well, a part of it.
The driver took the bags through to the kitchen for me.
Some cleaners put away
Panini rolls; went into the freezer, and I took out a loaf of wholemeal to defrost. The desserts, Rustlers and soy balls went in the fridge, and the bananas were on the shelf.
Took this later shot of the puffer clouds.
and the Landline Flashed. I was tempted to leave it, but, rightly as it happens, I had an idea (it was right, too! From my EQ) 
it might be Sister Jane, so I rose up and answered the telephone. I was not fully compos mentis, but we had a good chin-wagging session. Which, confused and tired as I felt, I did enjoy. Jane is going in for her Glaucoma operation on Wednesday. I wonder if I could get there to show her support? If I remember, I’ll ask the Carer in the morning to see if the 
people can fit me in for a ride to the EENT? I’d love to get to show her some attention. I’ll do that! I felt a smidge better after nattering and listening to Jane. ♥
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The gentleman from the opticians called on the landline. He was at the flats. I told him to ring 72 on the panel, and I could admit him. He rings on the panel, but only for a few seconds, then stopped… The telephone rang again, I asked if he had got the right one of the three courts; he said yes. I went down painfully to the front door lobby in my dressing gown but saw no one. I returned to the flat in case he was up there… The landline rang again, and it transpired that he was at flat 12, not 72.
Waste Bags Gathered.
Taken during the ablutions.
Carer Chris this morning. Looking broody? Hehehe!
The age-old Bathroom Foam spray!
Puffer clouds getting thicker now.
The glasses from which the optician chose a frame that should be capable of new lens fitted.
Clouds getting thicker still.
A bit of a mini-mudslide, I don’t recall it raining?
Ah, thicker than ever now, but beautiful!
They may take me some getting used to.
Well buttered with the tasty none-butter butter, and sea salt, with some mini-tomatoes, and a strawberry dessert.
First one.
An hour or so later…
The last one.
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Blepharitis Infection Eye Gel applying problems. 
brought on a few giving-way episodes on the left leg, which nearly had me over each time. But, somehow I avoided tumbling and having an 
, the main guilty party is, the 
that was spouting puss a bit today. All of these are connected to 
which indicated that 
The delectable DVT Warfarin Anticoagulation Nurse came to take my blood for anoth
Which seemed much more understandable now.
Another hour and a half and the total to date was…
Up to now, the internet had gone down…
Internet Outages Applied by Inchy!
Spouting fluid
Waste Bins Sorted
Early morning kitchen view
I’m not sure why I took this one? 
After ablutions kitchen view
Went a little dark as the afternoon loomed.
Then brightened up. Bootiful clouds
Slowly darkened as it got later.
delights
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put on. The Gel applying, I’ve still not mastered very well.
Failures had reached…
No fish fish-sticks and fishless prawns. Canned garden peas, nice tomatoes, yellow & red, roast potato chunks done in the oven with olive oils sprayed on them, vinegared and salted on the plate, no sauce needed tonight. I then proceeded to eat the feast… and created a new record!
Peas went off wandering every time, I was still finding them on the floor that 
How Gorgeous!
on this one.
, 
no bother at all! 
on both, but it made no difference; it’s still a painful nuisance this morning. 
♥ Here she is with me in the flat. ♥