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A CRAGKNAGLING DAY
Lots of things I do are not conventional,
Many of them are entirely unintentional,
Like passing wind, leaking catheter bag, as well…
Walking into things, dropping the kettle,
Using aftershave instead of Dettol,
Dementia Doreen ensures I stay mental,
Peripheral Neuropathy affects me physically,
Dizzy Dennis, Backpain Brenda, Toothache Tiffany,
Diabetical Glaucoma Gladys affects me visually,
Problems with my short-term memory,
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Somehow, I’ll fear things consequentially.
I used to love a coddle and cuddle,
And cunningly escaped from many a muddle!
Things domestic, dramatical, & dynamical,
Nowadays I have too many a whoopsies & debacle,
Like this morning, I sat doing things clerical…
It took me ages, which for me is normal, usual…
Arithmophobia; I struggle with owt mathematical,
Also, at anything diagnostical, I’m diabolical,
I felt down my leg, warm liquid trickling…
I cursed when I found the Catheter was leaking,
For all that time, my slipper had been filling…
The urine had been constantly leaking!
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Then CorelDraw stopped working,
I turned it all off and on again,
It really was a frustrating pain…
Nothing was copyable or duplicable!
I was in anger-making trouble,
Bad luck had again burst my bubble!
Depression came; it was not deflectable,
No resolution, will-power detectable…
An emotional paralysis, yet demonical…
A revenge-wanting rage got my disapproval,
The solutions tried were only hypothetical,
Terminated my plans photographical…
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My computer problems looked to be critical,
The carer said I looked pathetic!
My problem-solving was to me unfixable,
I was offered any, but I felt unconsolable,
I was at the end of my tether, it’s undeniable,
My problems are confusing and unfathomable,
I’ve had days that were more pleasurable,
Even if they are now unrecallable,
Am I or the computer more unreliable?
No help can be found; is it unrepairable?
Getting photos on seemed unachievable,
One option left to try, unbelievable,
It may work, but it sounds unconceivable…
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I put my plan into action…
Can’t save owt, here goes, no option…
Closed it and got a reaction warning,
Need saving in programmes your closing,
Excel, CorelDraw, Word, and Norton…
I sat here without much of a notion…
A taste came to my throat; absinthian!
I pulled the plug… abnormalisation!
I spent a few minutes in contemplation,
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Will it work? How will it be affected?
My heartbeat beat and accelerated…
Rebooted it, nervously admitted,
The Windows screen eventually appeared,
I opened CorelDraw, now almost scared,
The screen went blank and disappeared!
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Tired once more,
I’m not too sure,
Tried to save a photo,
A graphic of plain azure,
But it didn’t save, no go!
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I spent hours trying to get the photographs and graphics to appear here. Only the first few went on, Huh!
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Wee.
04:30hrs: From the kitchen.
Reflection shot through bacony.
Taken later in the morning.
Sorry, but I’m cheesed off!
Sorry about the shortage of loadable graphics & photos.
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Not a good start!
The morning rain rained down.
This is the second brew of the day, which should mean the last brew, as I’m restricted to only two mugs daily. I consumed it as I worked hard, confused about what I was doing and possibly making more errors than ever before.
was so kind to me. I don’t think I had more than ten shocks all day!
The precipitation persisted for a while longer.
chafe at it. Hehe! So, I think it might be getting better now. 
The rain was getting lighter.
I got a letter informing me that I will be made an appointment at the Highbury Hospital shortly, and they will let me know later by post. The photo above was taken on my last visit.
Only the odd droplet of rain falling now. I went on the balcony and took a Kodak Tim from the end car park, where the mud-slide was. Plenty of it, too.
I’m sorry I bothered with it, now! 
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again the server trolley wheel. To a certain degree, I swore, 
rather viciously, washed the things up and took this photograph from the kitchen window. I love it when a snap comes out okay.
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so few photographs. I lost my wristwatch (still searching). Stubbed toe. Not feeling too good, coughing and wheezing a smidge.
Morning views.
Heavy fog for an hour or two.
Forever changing. Tsk!
Darker again.
Just in time to catch the end of sunset.
Did a sweep of the sky.
Right view.
Photo’s the progress of the spuds. But missed. Haha!
Almost ready.
Seasoned the vegetable stew.
Added some veg stock.
The ribbon of light.
To the left, some clouds.
Great looking further on.
Tinned chunky vegetable soup. Roast potato chunks added. Along with tomato & Mediterranean vegetables cooking sauce. Two oven-cooked bread rolls. A baby-sized pot of orange jelly and some spring water with a dash of Pineapple and Grapefruit flavour.
took a night off!
had five hours of twinging and stabbing away at me. Occasionally accompanied by 
. Well, perhaps she was getting jealous? Hahaha!
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This is a short version to give me time to get everything needed for the visit to the surgery tomorrow. Everything takes much longer to get done nowadays, and I hate cutting down my beloved blog. But, needs must. Sorry.
Even darker this morning.
With not having another delivery for eight days, I stocked up on nibbles & treats for the nurses, delivery drivers, and carers who call on me.
A little concerned about the use-by date.
On the cobs. Why has it got a hand-written 10/7 on a self-sticky label atop the square? 
I bent down to retrieve the just knocked over
and clouted myself on the forehead against the tap. Then continued with my evacuationing…
Eurgh!
The legs seemed one heavy, one lighter?
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day set-up is due to be changed tomorrow. But only if the Carer arrives earlier. But I have requested it via other Carers, so I should have time… provided I get up early enough to get the ablutions done first.
An odd outcome for this zoomed-in shot of the street, Cavendish Crescent. Not very good.
Came. She helped me with the leggings. Bless her. Medications were issued, and we shared a laugh briefly. Nice!
An hour later, getting lighter.
Took its time getting light today.
On this occasion, the day punch had filled within two hours of emptying it.
Front view.
With sticky dumplings undercooked!
Easy-Peasy!
Imitation belly pork, fantastic oven chips, and a fruity brown sauce dip for the bread. Rounded of with a pot of orange jelly. Delectable nosh!
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A decent amount of pee was passed! I can’t say the same for the rear-end evacuation on the Throne.
Ah, well! A False Alarm, then?
I found this mystery photo on the SD later. What it was and why I took it remains another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, Cognitive Impairment Iris, & FND, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? You never know; I might remember what it was all about while I’m doing this blog… What am I saying… Tsk!
Washed, and I went back to the recliner… deliberately emptying the bags without checking for any nocturnally nibbled empty packets of crisps. Looking through the balcony windows, the ground frost was apparent.
Ti the kitchen to make a brew of J Sainsbury’s Extra Strong tea. And took the view above.
Carer Richard arrived, I can remember bits of the session clearly, but so many blanks remain. Even I can’t believe or understand why. Then a mild depression started due to this. I was losing what we’d said minutes earlier. But could recall the time he arrived?
infected brain. But not today?
chimed out, and Carer Marie came into the room. She was in a hurry today, but we did have a little natter, moan, and laugh, as she issued the medications. ♥
again, so I did. Haha!
Germolened the backside, I saw the clock, and by Jimminee, I reckon I’d been asleep for over an hour and a half, maybe longer. Another cleaning up session of the floor, porcelain and WC lid had to be done. 
A banana and pot of jelly for afters!
Despite my frustration at the events and another bout of depression, I turned into a different person while eating this nosh. It tasted grand!
Well, that one wasn’t any good…
Strewth, how many moons did I take? Haha!
Wrinkles again. A misshaped moon too, but at least I got it looking vaguely like a moon.
Took the sky first, not very good was it… Again!
That’s it, a semi-decent one at last! Well…
The stretched photo revealed (Just the bottle).
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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…
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.
The JS order that was meant for next week arrived. I am worried about my constant cock-ups! 
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 
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.
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 
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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were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
Dark.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
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to carry with me, I found that nothing had gone from the bladder to the bag! The moment I’d heaved my rhinoceros-like, but flabby body from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner 
Within seconds the evacuation from my bladder to the night-pouch started. Phew!
On seeing Venus up in the sky, I wobbled back into the living room and got 
I thought then, “I’m doing well here, really getting a crack on with these tabs”.
session, as the carer would arrive as I was abluting. No carer should see me in my naked state! It just wouldn’t be fair, and may even prove fatal to them. Imagine the shock for they would suffer. Hehehe!
I’d forgotten about making the brew of tea. So I did!
A little smile appeared on her face. You know, one of those “Oh, dear, what a clot” looks. Yes, yet again, I had missed the changing the clocks! 
I took a photographicalisation of the mornings… well, near lunchtime now, view!
I’m not sure why, the the odd chubby cloud on the top left of this photo, seemed out of place to me, but it did? An alien spacecraft incognito? Haha!
Starting with a visit to the WC.
Cleaning the teeth, yes, the gums bled!
Shaving produced… ready for this?
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against the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
! I caught the top plaster on the right leg, against a sharp bit of bent metal on the step, and off came the plaster pad, followed by a fair amount of flowing fluid & blood! Argh! 
I went in the front room to get a pad from the nurse’s dollop of medical stuff…
I found one about the right size and returned with it to the wet room… 
The earholes were olive-oiled
Gelled.
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Both eyes.
Pain Relief Taken.
Which looked better than yesterday.
was arriving. He’s bought the laundry back up for me. I’m afraid it was more than damp – as I squeezed the dressing gown taking it out of the bag, water escaped and dripped on the already blood-wet carpet!
Then I got the cleaning up done from the ablution disasters – this is all a common happening for Inchy.
affected memory, I got writing this piece above.
He helped me get the diabetic socks back on. Emptied the urine jug for me as well.
So turned off the computer.
A kitchen view, straight ahead.
A none-meat, meat Soy pie.
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal. 
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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I went to the wet room and adopted my Sherlock Holmesian mode to discover the problem was down there… I soon found the blood flowing close to the tube’s entry point.
The PPs were removed, and new Depends were readied to use. I then tried to stop the flow of blood. The Fungal lesion on the little chap appeared to have increased to four now! Argh! No doubt due to the presence of the deadly catheter that has been inserted for over a year now! I did take a photograph of the 
area… well, the blood on the pants, but decided not to show it, as it looked pretty gruesome. But at least I can show it to the nurses who are due today. But not on the web. Cleaned myself 
. A mite too much, mayhap… I almost slid right off it when I had to get seated on the Throne. Hahaha! That was another Trotsky Terence-controlled evacuation – what a smelly mess!
Off to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. I was having more trouble this morning from my 
leg.
I took a fetching photo of the car park below the kitchen window. Eerie or not? What do you think?
Oh, heck, back to the 
disappointment, or of that nature? He’s never been wrong in his tips, yet. I’m afraid. The evacuation was another Trotsky in-charge affair, but the content came out differently this time. It’s a sort of sludgy with flaky bits around the edges; I’ve had this type once before, a few months ago. I think!
I went off to the kitchenette again, only to find I’d left the damned kitchen hot water tap (faucet) running yet again! I keep blaming all these faux pas
… there is something within that is crushing, obliterating my plans, thoughts and abilities to pieces lately. In particular, she loves toying with my short-term memory. I’ve thought about it a lot recently. It erks me!
Later today, I realised that the most cock-ups come when I’m trying to concentrate on something, and a simple thing like a phone call coming in a Carer or Nurse coming in will leave me open to forgetfulness. Even with talking, if someone changes the topic, alters a question… I’m lost! Not only to the new subject but what I was doing before the chinwag started. I’m amazed that I can still do the odes? But everything is error-ridden and takes far too long to get written as I originally meant it to… 
The blood papules on the left leg had increased a bit. I’ll mention it to the nurse when she arrives later on. He says with an air of fallacious, 
blind confidence
they are old? But not to fret. Too much!
Aha, the Iceland order has arrived. So, I left the computer so I could forget where I was up to and what my next move would be. I admitted the driver via the intercom box and opened the door for his arrival. 
drinkies and nibbles shelves.
the first bag emptied out.
puffs are for Jenny’s other half, Frank. Nice chap, and lovely Lady, they are. 
against the server-trolley wheel. Naturally, me being a brave, almost heroic, man of courage, grit and gamely pain-tolerant, there was no groaning, moaning or Arghs! 
The intercom lit up, and I went to investigate. It was two of the District Nurses, who were soon up and in the flat, 
checking the legs first. They took photographs of the 
new blood leaks to show the Doctor when they returned to base at the Community Centre. Then, one of the Angels got her computer out and started asking many questions about my medical history, who and where each one was diagnosed when the various ailments first, what treatment I had, and when started. Well, that did not go too well! Instead, I feared she’d ask me for my date of birth because, cause for the love of me, I 
couldn’t recall it… It came back to me later; she didn’t ask for it. 
was a shock to me when it hurt so much, especially in my right leg, which seems semi-immune to pain at times when the 
are off-line to the brain. Unfortunately, they were getting through at the time the patch was taken off. Hahaha!
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As they departed, I insisted they take their choice of drinkies and or nibbles, and I thanked them. One said they would be back on Friday to check out the state of 
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a chance for the wound to heal. Also, if my toes go blue, I’ve to call them ASAP and for me to take off the dressing straight away. Bless em!
My precious nurse Hristina phoned to let me know she would call in the morning, between 9> and 10:00hrs, to take blood for the anticoagulation DVT department ♥
Unbe-rotten-believable!
attached to it! The pain from the fall was of little bother; I was more concerned that the bag may have burst. I checked and thought; well, that was a bit of luck! I thought it an opportune time to make the second brew of Glengettie tea of the day in celebration… 
Just caught the end of the sun setting.
Zoomed in a little…
Moments later, she’s gone!
Nightie, night!
Then, I industriously set about preparing the simple evening meal. Just potatoes baked, emptied out, causing a few burns on the fingers. Then, even more, I scooped out the flesh and mashed it with No-Butter, butter, Leicester cheese and sea salt in the mixing bowl. Ran a fork over the top of each skin to create ridges so as to crisp up the finished product, 
After the lad had left, I checked on the cheesy spud’s progress, cooking-wise. They needed a little longer. So, I put the TV on to see if anything worthwhile was showing.