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That is only to be expected, mind you. The geyser-like papules had to keep being dried, Anne Gyner was bothersome again and with no catheter night bags available, the little day pouch had to be emptied a few times.
I hope the prescriptions arrive tomorrow. (Mind, I’ve been saying this for the last two Sundays!) Will the Finasteride tablets come? Not a cat-in-hells chance of getting rid of 
until they do. Then I’ve to take the entire course of them, however long that will be. Then the plan is, as long as I can pass urine myself, if so, for the district nurses to take out the catheter. But if I can’t pass, the only other option is a permanent catheter to be fitted. That is not a pleasant thought. Then again, will I ever get the tablets? They were ordered three weeks ago! Hey-Ho!
The water-spouting papules still had the face pattern to them this morning. I think a new one coming up has given my face lips now! Har-har!
Another mystery photo was taken?
Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
Today had three 
visits. All messy!
Carer Rahmat came for the first two visits.
Got the ablutions done after her first visit.
Did it in less than two hours. No cuts, shaving, no bleeding teeth, no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas. 
Then (It had to happen with me feeling smug, of course), I went to make a brew, and I just had to take a photo of the new flowering tree over the way, which is coming on a treat.
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made.
Turned to take another photo and realised I’d left the window open. Ouch! I head-butted the edge of the frame.
An hour or so later, the sun was doing its best behind the thick clouds t
Amazingly, what seemed like minutes later…
The clouds broke.
It was probably hours later cause I was busy losing the battle with the computer, which is doing the oddest of things of its own accord!.
The sixth pouch emptying.
Great shade!
Sunset of sorts.
Still bootiful to me!
Eighth pouch emptying.
Grrreat colour!
Shame the prostate tablets didn’t arrive. Boo!
At last, I nearly missed it…
Magnifico!
Tea-time Carer Charly or Rihanna arrived at 20:40hrs.
They’ve been struggling today; bless ’em.
Gave me the medications and took a snap of
my head-butting the window frame result.
What a Plonker!
Got the meal served up.
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens.
Taste: 7/10. Not good at all, this. But all the other
the ingredients were okay.
Only one papule is still leaking tonight; all the others seem to be dwindling into the ether as fast as they came on.
♬ Where have all the Papules gone… ♬
Beats me?
♬ Look on the bright side of Life ♬
Huh!
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First bag emptying. Not as dark as it looks. These day bags are in three compartments, with a shaded outer plastic.
. Only two (messy) trips up to now
Brrr!
This shot was a better one, got the colour as it was!
Getting dark earlier now.
And yet, the next emptying…
Much better? Not complaining like!
Oh, where did the time go?
Washed the pots, during which I felt liquid on my left lower leg?
I put a self-adhesive pad on them, check the
That was too red again. Tsk!
Yet another crap night of sleeping. I had to keep wiping the liquid away all through the night with kitchen towels. One of the lesions is still running now (at 09:40hrs Saturday). The eyes and nose are doing a good imitation of the lesions. This reminded me of a Dr Who episode. Hehe!
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Not only the leg lesions but the eyes and nose were running???
Took two snaps of the depressing weather.
They seem to be getting smaller now but still spurting water.
I can still see the face on the leg.
The wee-wee had changed to a decent colour.
Concentration is gone, getting tired, and the eyes are getting dimmer, as is usual at this time of night.
A middling colour, not too bad.
I dined like a King… 
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No change in the ankles.
No chance of any cloud pareidoliaing this morning.
Jimminee, the colour of the wee this time was almost perfect.
The computer on! Made an order for Asda for next week
The urine is getting a move-on today.
Wonderful clouds this afternoon!
Went to check on the spuds in the slow cooker.
Not sure how I took this photo?
Matron arrived
Hahaha! The wee kept on coming!
Overcast as the rain stopped, I took this picture.
It’s gerrin’ a better colour as the night comes on! Great!
The potatoes were slow-cooked with sea salt & vinegar.
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City Hospital is in there somewhere.
When the petals fall in the fall, will they be messy at all?
I don’t think that’s the official name of them…
Then one of the new Kodak with the Fuji.
Smashing! 
Gorgeous!
Liquid smoke, sea salt & BBQ sauce.
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Had a sad moment over my not being able to go on one of the trips-out days! Ah, well, “Que sera, sera!”
Spots of morning rain.
This time my luck wasn’t so good… I lost grip of the bowl and water from the kitchen – drenched the dressing gown, me and the floor! Naturally, I took it all in my stride and did not get angry or get pissed off, swear, spit or curse! 
I broke the handle on the mop and banged my knuckles on the edge of the radiator! Within minutes of returning to the front room, the 2nd visit was required!
. Now both or either hand fingers are not letting me grip things or refusing to allow me to let go of things? The cursed Eye-Ailment-Brigade; 
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, is making things harder as well. Doing this blog will be too much shortly, I fear. CorelDrawing is easier and can be resized quickly, so all is not fatal yet. No night bags for about a week either, so the bladder cannot have its nightly flushing out of the infection? Still, it was day bags I ran out of last time. Nobody is telling me anything. The After-stroke falls team lady and District nurses have not been for a long time.
Mid morning.
Afternoon view
Flavoured the baked beans with liquid smoke, BBQ sauce, and a splash of aged malt vinegar.
Beautiful late afternoon puffer clouds.
Pareidolia prompting picture!
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In yer face, Sun!
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Pareidolia prompting picture!
Bootiful!
The oh, so high moon cometh…
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Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, 
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Raining!
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
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Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?
Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.
Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.
Murky!
Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!
The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?
Aha, an hour later, much better!
The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72, Woodthorpe Court. 
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The Iceland Delivery arrived.
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Pleased to report that Asda has some Sourdough rolls in stock.
Bit of a cock-up with the tray of vegetables. (Fancy that?)
Selection includes the rather tasty cartons of vanilla-flavoured milk.
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Intercom on in the mini-hallway.
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Front room.
Ah, I did the potatoes in a saucepan instead of the slow cooker.
I can remember giving up concentrating on the blog and the sudden fatigue coming on. Making an earlier-than-ever meal