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This magnificently presented Inchy Today blog is so popular worldwide for the Odes that both blog followers like them anyway, just maybe chronologically like Inchy’s encephalon.
That’s out of order, confusing and memory-challenged.
This is due to the greatest number ever in any day before of 
and the new back pains that have started to give out shocks now. He had to be Christened, so I’ll name him Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn temporarily. Not to be confused with 
, or 
. I’ll have to try not to get any other ailments, I think I’m running out of names for them.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the blog…
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A wickedly frustrating night. I waited for the last Carer to call until close to midnight, and the fatigue made me make for the bed. It was not a successful sleep in any way whatsoever. Shocking-Shoulderblade-Shawn, & 
took it in turns to terminate any hopes of my getting a decent sleep. It must have been 05:00hrs when I finally got off into Sweet Morpheus land. I recall having to empty the day pouch then. No night pouch, no carer to put it on for me. I hope whoever it should have been has not had an accident or fell poorly. Two hours later, I burst back to imitation life with such a jump, and the back shoulder blade and right leg both got an electric shock up them. In those two hours kip, the 
urine had flowed well, and I had no choice but to get up to empty the day pouch again. And what a colour it was. I poured it into the measuring jug. About 160mm. It looked cloudy with bits in it and too red for my liking.
Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
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It was darned sore this morning. I have no idea why. I lifted my nightshirt, settled onto the Porcelain Throne, and reached for the crossword book. By the time I picked it up, the evacuation was finished! How can liquid flowing 
from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
I cleaned up the wetroom furniture and then myself. Carried out the medicationings as needed. And throughout this procedure, I was getting shocks from the back or up the right leg. Methinks today may be a painful one. And a fear of how CorelDraw would act when I got on it came over me. I’d be lost 
without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
I got the hoover and did the hallway.
Then, I got the waste bags sorted out and ready for collection.
Then, I got the computer on. I had a certain amount of dread when I launched CorelDraw to upload and doctor the photos with text. Would it work right on artistic and 
paragraph default formatting this time?
What a daft Thought! I should have known better
No, it wasn’t working!
The morning carer arrived. I mentioned that last night’s late Carer call did not come. He got the meds done.
I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.
The shocks almost died down to one an hour; very lovely.
The Blank Spots returned so regularly but were very short-lived.
I think at first.
Then I lost two hours or so. But the good news was that I’d finished yesterday’s blog. I was on CorelDraw and had got the text 
working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.
I got Camera Two and took some shots from the balcony.
 The end car park.
And three, no four, of the clouds.
From different directions.
No rain again today.
Then, back to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control.Â
I made a food order for next week, for Tuesday between 06:00 and 08:00 hrs. I double-checked the delivery time and day to avoid any doubling-up.
I’ve got the new slippers arriving tomorrow as well.
One pair of slippers is machine washable. I regularly have trouble with the catheter close and open switch and pee into the slippers frequently, which is embarrassing, messy, expensive, and frustrating, to say the least.
I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)
For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.
â‘ I was shot awake by .
â‘¡ The tray, pots, and cutlery launched off my elephantine belly onto the carpet.
â‘¢ Landing, naturally, painfully, right on top of me.
â‘£ I swore a smidge. And rose gently on my feet to get things cleared up. Luckily, I’d eaten all the food, and only crumbs and bits of gravy needed cleaning up.
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gave way.
â‘¥ And I banged the knee against the recliner, which set off to assist the other ailments in pain-giving.
Well, over the day with 
being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.
I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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Make Merry More Often! Hehehe!
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06:35hrs: Up and removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day pouch on my left leg.
Read the contents label. It showed that 500ml of urine had been passed in a few hours of kip.
An early Blue-Hue shot.
I seem to have taken two? Nobody told me. Hehe!
Wet room to get a wash and empty the half-full already day pouch.
Christopher has a new yellow bobble hat on. I resisted making any comments of a humorous nature. I liked it, and was jealous! Haha!
Chris took a couple of shots of the ailments of the morning. The waste bag, the catheter, always filling faster than Rishi, is losing votes.
Chris 
& her swollen knee for me, bless him. I got the diabetic socks fitted and medications issued.
The urine bag filled quickly again, and the colour didn’t look very good this time.
A bit of red joined the blue hue!
 I got into the room, emptied the pouch without any bother, felt a little smug about that… then washed my hands and turned… walking straight into the edge of the door I’d left open. Hitting the chin and shoulder at the same time. Tut! Needless to say, but I will, this set off 
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Of course, putting Phorpain gel on the shoulder, dropping the tube and treading on it, squirting most of the contents sell over my legs and the wet room floor, my two odd slippers ageing a stickiness and spreading it about so had to be taken off… then the flaming 
started as I bent down to 
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Yet another need to empty the pouch! How come this is happening when I’d not been drinking very much at all? Far short of requirements anyway.
I decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I opened a packet of the new large cookies with white chocolates on the top and black chocolate bits inside. They were far too sweet for me. Humph!
Took this shot from the computer chair. I continued making mistake after mistake and errors in typing on the computer. I’ve known for months that this was going to come as Peripheral Pete and the dying neurotransmitters got worse. But it was still a shock to find myself struggling so much. Now I’ll have to cut back on the blogging, no choice. So sad!
Off again. Still too dark as well.
tsunami and the last two odd slippers that I have to wear will not be up to withstand another washing machine job.
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Not bad at all.
Kitchen view, kettle on.
Amalgamated the waste bins.
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Legs creamed.
Whoever mopped the floor last had put the mop away without washing it. So, (No cleaner this week, holidays?) I washed it and then tried to mop the floor a bit…
Part-way through. Stung, then gave way. I pulled my back as I grabbed for the handrail, and that was the end of my mopping-up session. Then, I made sure of that. Got the new PPs on. After a struggle and a little foul language
Put some thick-skinned red potatoes in the crock-pot. Plan to have these later, with the smoked haddock and some garden peas. We’ll see how it goes. My EQ is telling me it will be messy for some reason? He’s rarely wrong.
Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on.
I asked him to take the laundry down for me, please.
I got the computer on, hoping to update yesterday’s blog without too many complications.
Treats galore! The smoked haddock was the star of the delivery. I hope to follow Sister Jane and Neighbour Jenny’s instructions and make a decent meal with it.
Why did I get Pickling vinegar? What did I think I was ordering? Has 
, along with 
finally taken over my brain? I just wondered.
Topped up the Nurses & Carers Treats shelves.
The smoked Haddock pack.
The bottom of the smoked Haddock pack.
Made this above to see the instructions clearly.
Trip number two.
Taken through the balcony windows.
I was surprised later to see how the mudslide was so big. I’m sure that we had less rain today.
It was getting late now, but I tried ringing neighbour & friend Jenny and Sister Jane for advice on this cooking issue. But could not get through to either. So, decided to wrap it with the foil on the inside. I prepared everything and spotted a chimney fire through the window… Out came 
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They were not very good attempts, were they? Tsk!
The fish might have been a smidge undercooked, but it was good enough for me. The lemon juice and butter came through in the taste. 
The landline burst forth.
Took this photo as I was washing the pots.
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Up late this morning, and still only got 5 hours kip.
Great healthy colouring!
A blurry first photo.
Later and lighter.
With the moon lingering?
Brew and computering.
For the next three hours, yet bits I recall very well. Carer Marie arrived and helped me search the flat for the missing laundry bag that I felt had not yet been returned
To the left. The suspected cannabis growers dwellings.
Straight ahead. Showing the house that had been having improvements done now for about eight months on their roof extensions. A rare sight to see any workers working, but one saw one today.
To the right, behind the beautiful tree copse.
