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I stirred into life, with bladder and tummy pains aplenty. I’d forgotten something last night… I was disappointed that I had failed to put on the flipping 
night bag. Yet Again!
Hence the discomfort from the bladder. The day bag must have been close to its bursting point. I forgot to ask the carer to leave a bag out in the drip tray. I got it 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, non-working recliner. Had to get up and empty the pouch, but got my head down again.
Stirred once more at 05:00hrs. Well pleased with what little pain and aches I had in the legs. I decided to risk trying to get my slippers on for the first time in weeks. I took a snap with the Kodak before actually moving anywhere.
Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do me 
and to visit the Things went well!
Although 
had the advantage still.
Although I didn’t realise it then, I’d had four shaving cuts. Carer Kara noticed them later on. All on the neck.
Then… 
after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days... the left leg and/or hip giving way being the leading cause of them all.
But none today yet, as I type anyway. Just a few scares when it seemed to feel like it was going, but a second later was back, just giving me the pain. Still, I’ll make myself a mug of tea for biscuit dunking, Glengettie, methinks…
, I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on.
The evacuation was different once again from ten minutes earlier. Not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.
A messy job that needed cleaning up!
Did the clean-up as fast as I could and went out to Richard.
He looked at the leg, and to my surprise, the right one had bloated up and gone red! Nothing like it was hewn I woke.
Also, I only had one of the prostate capsules left.
And none of the penicillin tablets at all.
He asked me to get the later carer to ring the Doctors.
Carer Kara said she’s ring them tomorrow for me.
She arrived just before noon and checked on the letters I’d received but had to go after she issued the eye drops, medications, and second Eye drops.
Email from Iceland.
Shortcake biscuits, soup to soak the bread in, no doubt with added Borscht and seasonings.
The fridge is now mega-filled!
Amazing afternoon clouds
Plenty of images were spotted in these two
Teatime view, nice!
Later, through the balcony windows.
Found the photo of yesterday’s meal, but today’s seems to have disappeared now!
Evening Care called, and I took two quick, ungood snaps of the sun setting. A close-up
Then a wider shot
I took a picture of the legs, ankles, feet…
And it came out in B&W?
Still, they looked better!
This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year.
My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future. Obviously, France had either had a nuclear power station disaster (Or maybe a Brie cheese farm blew up), or Putin was still in charge in Russia and was attacking Europe? The wind was blowing Westwards, and Britain copped for a lot of fallout? The idea tickled me. Hehe!
Cheers, Each!
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Too dark in the night pouch!
The one and only front room,
Kitchenette
Mini Hallway.
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Where…
new day bag for me.
After the ablutions were done, I took a closer photograph of the state of the injuries accrued in the last fall.
Titivated the Nurse, Carers,
Car park on Chestnut Walk.
Domestic Denise arrived and mopped the kitchenette for me.
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind… 
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A wider shot, and it looks like a ghost’s skeleton to me? 
the clouds.
The white area was still there, face with mouth open this time.
I clearly recall seeing something in this one, worth mentioning 
However… 
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My right leg is not any better.
The mudslide begins.
The Agony!
Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.
Midday view
Under the cabinet?
This is going to be fun, all that bending.
for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh!
The frozen chips had started to melt.
The ready-prepped spuds.
Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.
The fridge & freezer were well-filled.
Freezer mostly with bread products.
I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…
🎵And the heavens poured🎵
But only for ten minutes then it came back on…
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Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.
The rain returned.
Back on eight minutes later…
Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes.
I posted the blog and was sending an email…
I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again…
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I’ll try again… 
The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. 
The beauty would soon be forgotten…
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The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
controlled visit to the 
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the 
of 
to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
failed for a much longer time. 
guilty gits in charge of running both disasters!
I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
With the regular four cookies being dunked!
Nosh was prepared… then burnt…
High in the sky
A little lower…
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
The second effort.
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Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. 
I took off the 
None of the 
were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view..
And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. 
So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. 
owners of 
Far left; the jaws of a creature.
A long mouse lower centre?
Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it?
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
against the server trolley wheel and leg.
A great nosh despite all the hassle.
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. 
A wide shot…
A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
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All the same, he’s a good-looking brute, is he not?
Definitely Thursdays this one above. Hehe!
No, this might be last Thursday…
The colour of the urine in the night bag was a disappointment.
All of a sudden, I remembered taking these after I looked at them. The bottom field was the one above I took mid-morning through the balcony doors and windows. The grass does not look very green; we could do with more rain.
The afternoon’s clouds
This one was a delight for me. I could see tentacles, an animal’s head & shoulders, a ghost and a tea mug.
I could almost taste this again when I looked at it.
I believe the Doctor at the
Got it spot on, when he told me that any pain relief would take a day or two. He was right, too!
The ankle ulcer and swelling are taking their time to die down.
High sunshine out now
I can see the puffer clouds have faces in a couple of them.
I missed the Heartbeat programme in this sneak shot of Carer Chris. Hehehe! As he was putting on the night pouch to 
drops, medications, and then after the regulation of five minutes, the 
drops were administered.
Gaviscon Advanced. Apparently, it’s cheaper to buy than the Peptac. But… the aniseed flavouring they use in this one, is overpowering the tastebuds! Urgh!
a pathetic internet connection.
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For the first time ever, Colin was affecting both hands and fingers! Naturally, I coped in my usual pain-bearing way. Being the calibre of man that I am. (Cough, cough!) Any wailing noises heard by my neighbours would likely have been in my sleep while having a nightmare. 
Here is the drip tray with the night bag in it, catching the state of my water-leaking, one swollen, one not, legs. With Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Odious Odema Diana, and the ankle ulcer; leaking fluid and the odd tiny globules of 
A slightly better measure in the bag, especially for five hours.
yet, so I had a rare mug of tea and just three dunked bikkies for breakfast.
Naturally, the tea was decaffeinated. Again, 
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Well, I knew today may well break the time taken record again. I was right! You see, I’d been walking about the flat for ages without any socks or slippers on. That is because it’s such a hell of a painful arduous task getting them on. (Pity-Search-here?)
once or twice a day… Surely whoever reported it for me, must have told them about this problem? Int life good?
As I reach up to get the shower thingamabob, my feet slipped on the bottom of the bowl…
Apart from agony from the bum, 
pouring blood, a bruised knee, 
giving me some, and the 
valve getting opened in the shuffle and merrily releasing pee all over, it wasn’t too bad.
, both 
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❼ TCP’d the Mystery chest-tummy, whatever they are.
❽ Then, the painful and impossible one! Daktacorting Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Which is usually the trickiest of them all, pain-wise and tactically.
Having the Catheter tube inserted, and refitted so often over the last… how long has it been? It must be three or four months by now; it has and is nigh-on impossible to get the cream where it is needed to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it is easy to get the medication onto one’s testicles. 
Getting into the protection pants!
. Many tears happen when I do this, and I have to start again, win, 
, even 
can stop any chance of using the blood-causing Glenda anymore.
and 
pool together, to somehow make me forget to ask the Carer to help me get socks, shoes, or trousers on, on the day needed.
Well, what a record… 2hrs-25minutes
Little Inchie off again, poor little mite!
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