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Whoopsiedangleplops – Accifaupas & Errors!
Today produced more elegant… no, that’s not the word I’m after. A greater number of cock-ups from yours truly. I am fed up of moaning about my bad luck. I got the online food ordering wrong: yet again! Two orders on the same day! To be honest, it was three. The first food calamity baffled me. I ordered for next week, since I have two medical appointments that week.
How did I manage to order them all for the same Tuesday… No, I know the combination of things that caused it. My TBI, Alzheimers, Lewy Body and Vascular Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy, and Sods Law.
Oh, and I dropped a pack of lemon mousse delivered, trying to find room, using my highly-tuned jiggling-the-food-round and throwing some short-dated out to do so. I’m searching for humour overtones now.
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My Catheter did not work properly in the afternoon and overnight. It was truly agony, adding to my depression.
Codeine & morphine were taken to cope with it.
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I did the same as yesterday, and knocked the bottles in the fridge while adding topped-up ones. I did not bang my knee, though. I hit my head on the counter.
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The Intercom wasn’t working again during the day. It sounded fine, but the screen was blank; we couldn’t communicate. I put on a dressing gown and remembered to take the keys & fob with me. Went down 12 floors in the lift and got to the building’s foyer doors. No one in sight. So I went out and could not see any delivery vans. Maybe it was the Warfarin blood taker? Maybe it was British Gas (it wasn’t). The Social Worker? Age UK? 
Ah, well, I waited a while to see if anyone had gone to Winwood Court and would come through the linking passage. No. I lifted it back up to the flat, with the Iceland driver waiting outside my door. More food that I believed was ordered for next week. My Coccyx and back joined in the pain as I unloaded, and as I struggled to find room for the food. Unwell I was. Hahaha!
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Carer Ejaz helped me to take a shower; I’m so glad he did, cause he stopped me of going over. (Dizzies, I’d not had a shower for months; it was great! Thanks mate)
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The badder occasionally worked well, as it was before we changed the Catheter to the other leg after showering. I thought we did a decent job of it, but it was most uncomfortable afterwards. Little Inchie got sore.
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Snaps taken; hopefully in chronological order. ,
The computer and MS Word played up this time. I lost track of where I’dstored things and spent hours longer than it should have taken me. Another early-morning session to catch up. Humph!
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A bad early morning photographicalisation taken from the kitchen window.
Made a brew; it went cold. Carer Andrew arrived. Did a fair job of sorting me out.
First delivery arrived.
The lemon mousse on the floor and my slipper.
Second dollop of food.
Rearranged water bottles in the crammed-full fridge.
I pray I’ve not ordered anything for tomorrow!
No doubt about it, my mind is slowly taking over.
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I was so frustrated at all the work I’d done that failed. I just had to take a break, and went to get the nosh started for later, and took these shots of the sunset.
I hope they are in order…
Great colour…
Tried the other window…Nice…
Nightie-night Sunshine…
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Surprisingly…
Not too bad an early-morning snap, but not good.
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Now, at last, I can warm up the mixture of a mushroom risotto ready meal and a can of beef curry.
I’ll try owt; I’m as common as muck.
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WEDNESDAY 4th NOVEMBER 2026
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Last night I didn’t move for over 12 hours, 8 of them in blissful, if broken, sleep. Reckon I’ve got a cold coming on. When I was woken by the Carer, things were hazy and confusing. Having the TV on surprised me. Sore throat, croaky voice, and I  say all else I recall from Carer Andrews visit in a few sentences. I had the medication pot put on my hand, then given a bottle of water to take them. Blanks. He asked if he could use the toilet; I muttered yes. My voice was a smidge croaky. I fell asleep and got three hours. of don’t remember him doing anything else, or saying cheerio.
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But when I managed to raise myself up, I went into the kitchen and noticed how dirty everything was. Dirty pots, dropped food, cutlery on the floor.
The tap was dripping. Bits of dropped food near the slow cooker and the microwave.
Also, the hallway had bits of whatever dropped along it; I wasn’t up to getting the vacuum out. I thought I’d got an agreement with the Carers, who told me to leave anything I drop that I cannot get up with the picker-upper stick, and that they would make things right. I found socks, a pen, the small picker-upperer, crumbs and bits of food in three places in the kitchen. At first, this all confused me. Then I realised that I may have had an active seizure in the night. Don’t have many, but it is possible. Or possibly sleepwalking?
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When I got around to updating the blog, something happened that has bothered me for about a year now.
I thought someone had appeared near me and was talking to me. No one was in the room but me. These  (hallucinations) have happened eight times so far today. Each time I got a vision, I felt a vague, odd feeling; I felt I should know who they were, but couldn’t. A very weird sensation. The vision faded slowly. Beats me?
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Writing an Ode today was beyond me. I used an old one above. A bit worried about this. I gave up and tried to tidy up. With the hot water tap I’d left running cold, I still couldn’t wash and shave.
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A mild, constant dizziness, and I was sure I saw someone in the flat three times, but of course again, there was no one. I even got disoriented once when I decided to stop and get the Health Checks done; I went from the wet room to the kitchen to do them. Not the main room where I keep the equipment. Addlepattedness ensued!
An abrupt drop in blood pressure; SYS dropped to a low, the lowest of the week. The DIA shot up. The pulse fell a good bit. Temperature down further; both bloods up.
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The intercon rang, but by the time I got to it, I was too late. I got a dressing gown on, but keys in pocket and down to the main foyer. I’d got Amazon about due. No signs of anyone waiting, no parcels left; unless they had and someone had knicked them.
I got back to the flat, and a minute later, the door chime rang. It was the postman with some mail & a parcel.
I was so out-of-it, I wondered if I had mistaken the intercom for the doorbell earlier?
A grand headache building now.
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Sorry, I’m finding it difficult to concentrate.
I’ll send this off now, early. Even feeling so tired now.
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