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AS I TYPED INSTANT MEMORIES…
Starting with Nelson Cigarettes,
I stopped smoking when they went up to 3/6!
Packs of ten, up to 1/9d, I went to the chemist,
To get something, to stem my baccy addiction,
Lozenges & tablets cost me a fortune!
I’d run out of them by later that afternoon,
Polo mints were cheaper, so I bought a carton,
A week later, off to the dentist in Carlton,
I still needed to stop my baccie attraction…
I overate and increased my aggression,
For unknown reasons, I suffered constipation,
Alcohol was not an acceptable substitution,
I tried nibbling carrots, dipped in vinegar,
My skin went Orange, the doc called it carotenemia,
It took me yonks to beat my addiction,
I could take months was the Doctor’s prediction,
Offering me tablets, a sort of antidepressant,
The pangs eventually lessened,
I was again feeling benignant,
Regained control, became again complaisant,
But it cost me my body, growing so corpulent!
STUCK IN THE LIFT ON A SUNDAY!
It could happen to anyone, any day,
This day it was the turn of Inchy…
He pressed the alarm button quickly,
Noticed his catheter bag filling promptly,
He hoped the engineer would get there speedily,
His innards rumbled; his bowels may self-empty!
The lift cage shook as it inched up, jerkily…
T’was the fire Brigade, his mobile did tinkle
The voice sounded like he was using a swozzle,
His hearing aid batteries died. What a muddle!
Heard nothing, but thought I might be in trouble,
Instructions being given were inscrutable,
And his catheter bag was now so very, very full!
The inching the lift up, at this rate, it would be April…
Before I’d be rescued, thinking irrationally, silly,
Hours later came the shaming… it was terrible,
They got the lift door open, 2ft of space available,
To physically pull my mass up, all they could do,
Then leant in, and dragged me up and through…
To the flat I almost flew,
Emptied the catheter, what a phoo!
Trotsky Terence’s evacuation, which was well overdue,
Needed to thank whoever lifted me out of the lift, though,
Nice chap, his name was Angelino.
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I was busier overnight than I’ve been in years.
I think I addressed this in the last blog; I nearly bored you with more of the same. Phew! The amount of sleep I got is easy-peasy to work out.
Zilch, None, Zero, Ninguno, Keiner, Dim, Nessuno!
Falling to sleep now! Huh!
Decent colour
What an ablutioning and medicalisationing visitation this morning. Go wrongable? It did! Huh!
I got some soapy, disinfected water in the bowl without any 
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controlled evacuation, which exited at the speed of a torpedo, followed by the usual splurty detritus. Cleaning it up with all the bending needed gave new life & vigour to 
and 
. It also took me that long to clean up, so that the water in the bowl had gone cold. No problem, you say? Just empty it and refill it, you say? Well, it was for me! 
I made a right mess dropping the bowl as I was tipping it into the sink. I didn’t clean it up; my EQ told me not to bother. As I was refilling it with a jug from the sink tap, the jug shot out of my neurotic grip and joined the cold, disinfected water on the floor! Of course, I just laughed this off and tucked into the painful job of mopping up and drying 
the floor and mats. (Huh!)
Then, refilled the bowl with the same things and started to have a shave. (Yes, the blood flowed freely, but not voraciously!) Then, the door chime 
rang out, and Carer Manpreet came in. There I was, starkus, with blood streaming down my head… I had to ask Manpreet to pass me a pair of PPs as I’d run out of them in the wet room. Which she did. I was given the medications, and Manpreet cleaned th
e wound on my right hand where I’d trapped it in a kitchen drawer the other day. The feet seemed a lot 
less filled with oemeba fluids, but they soon refilled again as the day went on… and on, and on. I may not sound happy this morning, there are a few reasons for that. Losing Carer Joe, being the main one. As soon as Manpreet departed, I scurried back into the wet room to continue finishing the shaving.
Of course 
, the water for washing the feet had gone cold again!
As is my way, I carefully emptied the bowl and refilled it without incident. 
I knew I shouldn’t have fallen into a state of smugness. 
As I began to finish shaving, I’d forgotten about the cuts earlier and swiftly added to the total. Which, as Carer Manpreet had said earlier, added to about twelve. Not now, it’s now sixteen, as far as I can gather. These, along with the three in gash from the other day, make me want to take the advice of Tim Price, and go ‘caveman!’
To the medication of the body’s various departments in need. I started with 
what I would usually leave till last. Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmentating. I was trying to be careful with the dropper… but dropped it! What a Plonker! 
It is only a tiny bottle, but all the liquid flowed away on the floor before I could get 
down to retrieve it… Banging my hand wound on the corner of the floor cabinet! I wiped it and put some Germolene on 
the thenar space this time, with a plaster. A good job; I keep some medications in stock for emergencies, just in case of any accidental injuries, falls, or walking into a door. Tsk!
Then 
they were cleaned, creamed and treated.
As far as here, and could do nothing for hours. 
Made infinitely worse because each bout from
brought me back to semi-reality. And I couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything!
It was nearly going bonkers. I may have had a few times when returning to life, recovery took longer each time. Late in the night, the Seizures faded.
I made a meal ASAP in case the seizures returned.
MEAT FEAST TONIGHT
Carer Mizra came as I was washing the pots.
This evening view caught his eye.
I settled in after washing the pots and sat in the second-hand, charity shop-bought recliner that was £300, broken down, with a catheter tube crunching, dried blood-covered, grotty, dirty, and creaking frame, and fell asleep while watching the box. I stayed in it, as the Seizures and Colin Cramps had not bothered me, and might do if I got up to climb into the bed: Cunning, eh?
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May your Woes Weaken, & your Mojo Grow!
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A scratch, a bruise, a tiny abrasion, 
The nocturnal pouch is still attached and shows the red foot, not the white one. Hehe! At least the oedema swelling on top[ of both feet had died down a little while I’d got my feet up. I fell asleep early, but woke up and got up in a semi-confused state, suspecting I’d just had a seizure. Judging by my concentration and balance, they are all over the place.
Took this view from the kitchenette. I then 
Manpreet took this photo of a hand-wound for me. She used the barrier cream. The photo used in the Ode, the very poor, out-of-balance one, I took earlier. When Shaking Shaun was visiting me.
I went to make a mug of tea, my first one of the day. And, I’d been up for nearly five hours already. I’ll pay for this later on, big time.
The Iceland stores order arrived. The driver kindly put them in a line, blocking the doorway, so I could move one at a time. I took some pictures of the food bits, but without the SD card in the camera. Humph! Obtaining the photo of the carriers is another aspect of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, which also includes hobgoblins, spectres, gnomes, phantoms, grotesque succubi, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, and spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Duncan, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, concentration, and logicality were already well on the wane. 
The tea had gone cold, so I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of Co-Op 99 tea. Taking the above snap of my feet & legs, I noticed that they were even more pronouncedly white on the left and red on the right. The oedema fluid had filled the top and bottom of the right foot, making walking more difficult again. Oh, and painful too!
Made a brew and back to the blogging.
I assume it was, anyway, that kept blurring my eyesight so much that I had to give up on blogging. These ‘Blur’ periods have been lasting for a few minutes at most, then the vision clears again. Not this time; I was still struggling when making the meal, after switching to reading glasses.
Making and prepping the meal was spoiled and harassed by the arrival of 
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were amongst the ailments that were displeased with all the bending down I had to do. Only the innards that had just had their hunger satisfied didn’t complain. I was in such agony in so many areas of my body.
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that I had to get out of bed so often. As I recall, to check that the taps were not left running? Had I locked the flat door? Then I realised that I’d forgot to ask the Carer to fit the nocturnal catheter bag. The fight to get out of bed and 
the bending down again to find and fit the night bag prompted 
to come overhead, and sink into my psyche. So, virtually no sleep. 05:30hrs: Somehow, I forced myself up to start the day with a gloom that had never been with me before.
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I don’t say this very often, but this morning went pretty smoothly… it didn’t last long. It was helpful having two visits from Carer Joe, who will not be calling again this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and his last day will be on Monday. I am deeply heartbroken. I’ve never known such a willing and genuinely caring Carer from this company.
washing or shaving. The oedema in the feet was a concern. But the leg was doing well. I had one red and one white foot at the same time!
Concentration was all but disabled with having so many recoveries to make in a short time. This is the first photo of the view taken earlier. 
After taking it, I burnt a finger, spilling the hot water from the kettle when Shaking-Shaun visited.
I made a start on this blog. Not too successfully so far, but I pressed on nonetheless. Which was a bloody daft thing to do.
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Not to mention all the other problems, mental and physical, that somehow seem so much keener, cruel, and almost soul-destroying.
Plenty of sunshine today. But I dare not go out in it. The heat would make my oedema worse, and possibly blind me.
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The memories needed for Inchies’ Ode,
Legs this morning, on waking up.
Legs this afternoon. Looking better, but the feet are still dodgy to walk on. When they go down enough to get my slippers on, things may improve.
Late morning view.
Catheter drink made up.
Afternoon view.
Trapped my hand in the drawer.
A Pareidolia’s Delight, evening snap.
Carer Ejaz saw the beast straight away.
I was well fatigued and tired, and forgot to put the tomatoes on the tray. Tsk!
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Or, rather, me forgetting to close it!
A miserable day, as revealed by the Ode above.
Early morning
Later in the day.
Very late at night.
He’s still with me, on and off this morning.
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Wee-wee shade
Mornings first view
Later view
Got food out for later.
Morning legs & feet shots
Afternoon shots
Face in the clouds, Circled
Slurp! Gobble!
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Far too deep a colour this morning.
Morning view.
A smattering of rain came later on.
Started blogging. Made a mess of doing the template for today’s blog. What a mess again. I was concentrationless all flipping day. No wonder I’m further behind than ever!
Ejaz arrived as I was struggling to get started on the template. Not the lad’s fault at all, but after he’s gone, I totally forgot where and what I was doing, and ended up starting from scratch again. Frustrated!
Not a pretty sight.
What a state they are in, and the right leg is so much thicker and harder than it was yesterday. With the left one getting that way, too, now.
Started to get to me, especially with me getting the spirit-shattering news late in the day.
visit for several days and actually enjoyed preparing the food. No logical reason, but I felt great, actually started singing to myself!
Added two Siesian sausages. (Not hostages)
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Grizelda came along many years later,
So many blanks for today. This one on the left is interesting, though. The sunshine on it indicates I may have, or someone else did, take this snap in the kitchen. No memory of it? Ah, maybe it is an old one I picked out by mistake? Because I hang dressing gowns over the kitchen window when the sun is out, to reduce the chances of annoying Glaucoma Gladys if the sun hits my eyes, and I often temporarily lose my balance and vision. I lost a lot of things today, concentration, my mobile phone, the haemorrhoid ointment, and track of what I was doing as I did it!
WeeWee nice & light.
Early morning view. 03:35:hrs.
Carer Manpreet, I think, took this snap of the ankle. Showing the 
Dad for a lift, she got home. I told her and asked if what the midwife had told me was true. She casually replied, as she lit up a Park Drive cigarette: “Yeah, but I took to you, a bit later on.” How reassuring for a four-year-old. No wonder I went on to get Dementia. Tsk!
I got the potatoes delivered from J Sainsbury yesterday. Intending to boil them in the slow cooker for later on. 
others, like blackheart, can indicate rot and make the potato unsafe to eat. I saved half of them that looked edible. And I put them in the crockpot on a low setting.
Put to marinate.
Looking good!
Final Meal!
What a view!
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A perfect name for Starmer? Reprobate!
Lymphorrhoea Leslie also got worse as the day went on. I was struggling to walk and to keep my balance.
The night bag colour was good!
Food Delivery
Fridge
Filled up!
Fridge door
Cheesy Roll, bacon, tomatoes
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05:00hrs: I stirred.
A lovely light shade.
Cut up some tomatoes and put them in the fridge for later on, salted.
Ejaz’s inside of the ankle.
Showing early hours of the ankle fluid swelling, and the tape that Ejaz added to keep the pad on.
After the nurse had been. The fluid-filled sac is obvious and a little larger now.
While Carer Joe was here, I had a seizure. Joe said it lasted for just a few minutes. Then, took this photo as 
I spent many hours on the blog, and it seems to get nowhere with it. I’m still on it now, Sat morning.
Nice!