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An eerie, misty morning. I like it!
Ablutions and medicating tackled.
Gums bleeding after teeth cleaning.
Shaving, eight tiny nicks, no bother!
Showering: I deliberately took my time doing this. And I got through it without a single Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop. Smug-Mode Engaged!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were exceptionally tender. Little Inchy was bloodied, but nothing unusual in this. Olive oiled the earholes.
I applied eye sprays. Phorpain gelled both cartilages; I put plenty on and rubbed it in well.
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Protection Pants on. A bit of a farce… However, I did eventually get them on, but a slight tearing of the pants was overcome by my ingenious (well?) plan to use the Catheter tape to hold them together.
I even walked out of the wet room without knocking into the door frame. Smug-Mode Mark2
I started this blog but haven’t gotten very far…
For then, the interruptions flowed.
The gentleman from Diabetes Support rang. He explained that they could not meet me face-to-face, but I could use the App. I asked what that was: On your
mobile phone! – My mobile phone does not have internet access! – What? – My mobile phone does not have internet access! Well, use your iPad! (I’m not sure if he said iPad or ePad) – What are they? I can use my computer, can’t I? – No, it is not set up for computers, ask your doctor if she can arrange anything!
So, my hopes of getting any help with Diabetes 2 were over. I’ll have to find the time to search for advice on my computer. Felt a smidge low now.
Another try at blogging… The landline chimed and flashed; It was someone asking about the bed. Had the bar been fitted or not? – Yes! – Then someone will come out to you with a new mattress. – The one on the bed is new, I think? – That one was the wrong size! –Â Yes, they sent the wrong-sized bar as well. – That’s why I’m checking to see if the new bar has been fitted – Yes…
Can we come to fit the new mattress today? It’s no problem; I’m in all day. – Good!
I was a little perplexed, but I had to get back to starting this blog (I never did; you’ll gather that as I waffle on about my busy day).
Back to the blogging…
Carer Kara called; she only had 15 minutes, but she did an amazing job getting my socks on, checking the catheter bag, and putting my mind at rest about an email I’d had. Got the medications given and had to rush off. Thanks, Kara! ♥
Carer Christopher returned the laundry, and I put it away. Now, it’s well into the second half of the day!
Back to blogging…
I decided to make the second brew of the day; the first went cold again. I filled and sealed the waste bag.
Back to blogging…
The man with the mattress arrived. He was helpful; he had to remove the old mattress and put the new one on from the junk room (but they are all junk rooms).
Showed me how to use the lifter/lower control.
Back to blogging…
For about five minutes, it gave me time to put the first photos on in the wrong order and change them to where they should be…
I was sorting the wristbands out, and one of them snapped. I swore and bent down to retrieve it…
Clouting my forehead on the way down against the edge of the open drawer. Got up a little too quick, and 
paid me a visit. Naturally, this was of no bother to a man of my calibre and resistance to pain; I laughed the matter off. Ahem!
It was getting late, so I gave up on the blogging as the tiredness and fog descended.
I took this photo as I went to the kitchen to make some nosh. Carer Chris arrived, looking in a rush. Well, it was his last call before his going home time. Hehe!
The meal consisted of a four-bean stew with added mini sausages and baguettes. A lemon yoghourt, too!
I emptied the day bag and was ready to attach the nocturnal pouch. Getting so tired now!
Even I did – Easy-Peazy for once!
TTFNski
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Not much passed overnight.
This sad photo was taken from the kitchenette window. Supposedly, a close-up of Cavendish Avenue.
Then, I tried to get a decent view of the horizon
Had a mug of J.S. red label Ex-Strong tea
arrived. No socks or strappings were needed, as I intended to get a shower later.
I asked the lad if he could help me with assembling of the table. Negative response. But I still gave him his treats, as usual. Bless him!
Bit of a change here…
Visit four: Another variation on an old theme.
Another attempt at a decent photo as it got lighter.
I nearly got caught out when the day punch suddenly filled up again. A little dark, still, too.
Hours later, I nipped out on the balcony to view the end car par mudslide. Shrinking back again. It might be gone soon if we do not get any 
Called. We had a little natter and treat sharing. No painkillers are needed.
Surimi sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, chips, cobs, with a side of Chop sauce. Not bad at all
Slurped!
Ice cream followed.
I was drained, and I put the computer in ‘sleep mode’ and fell blissfully asleep… for five minutes or so. 
Tormenting, teasing dreams that even I could barely understand flowed for a couple of hours or more. Constantly bursting awake… Yet seemed to go back to sleep immediately? It was as if I wanted, needed, I had to, involuntarily, get back to the nightmares. Oddest few hours mentally than I’ve had for weeks! 
How messy… but welcome?
Lovely shade on view.
Tried a little closer.
Then, to the left slightly.
Naughty!
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, which I don’t think bothered me too much at the time. It felt like having a video playing repetitively in my head, over several mistakes and bad options I’d taken many years ago.
A good shade this morning.
Three early morning views.
The high moon in the amazingly light sky.
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wrongly?
Closer up.
Even closer.
Not sure why I took this one.
I mosied along to the computer and got myself in a pickle, as I made so many errors, unfelt key depressions, and ended up having to close each open programme, and restart, in the hopes of getting the keyboard that I’d some-buggered up. Miraculously, when I rebooted it was working again.
I went out on the balcony to try and take a shot of the end car park, now seemingly permanent mudslide.
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I can recall taking this shot. I was in a depression at the time; the keyboard was playing up again… or maybe 
was, or both of us?
A Carer called, who and when I’m not certain. 
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I literally sat there afterwards, with the TV pointlessly on, not being controllable, as, indeed, my mind was in a similar position, hazy.
is kicking off, and not showing any signs of stopping yet. 
The late Carer removed the ankle and leg strappings and ointmentated the lower legs. They were not painful at all during the day but started itching away on removal. Resisting scratching was a hard job. Hehe! However, they were a lot better than they had been lately, so a positive at last. The only pain was from the ingrowing toenail toe, that I proceeded to make worse by stubbing it on the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner leg. It seems to be going a darker colour and bent more now?
Around 23:00hrs, I tried to take a decent shot of the end car park mudslide; you can just make it out.
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Unintendedly artistic, though?
Two slices of plain bread, with one…
Gorgeous early morning supper!
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Accifauxpas!
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Bus sign & Bobbies Helmet is blue.
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carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits,
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in. 
, if possible. So I don’t miss anything off the notes that may need mentioning. Later on today, I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery. I couldn’t hear who it was, but some medico would call on me in the morning on the 4th of December. (Mobile or in person?) 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
back on for me. Plonker!
Self-medicationings attended to.
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
Just after sunset.
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The optimum words for describing today’s events:
Excellent coloured urine in the night pouch.
Tried to take a better morning view.
As Carer Kara say’s the new reading glasses will take some getting used to. She was right!
Gave up and continued with the
Just three 
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I met a resident and chatted with her on the forecourt. She pointed out that Carer Kara was giving me a wave from a high window in Winwood Court. ♥
Got to the bus stop and realised I had a time top wait.
The traffic island was in a bad state.
When I got into the city centre, this is the first photo I took – and unfortunately the last. Despite my thinking I had taken several more, about ten I think of different area, for some reason, and I can’t figure out why, none of them were on SD card in the morning? The when I got back to the flat ones and later were though. A mystery as to what I’d done wrong?
I made my way slowly to Woodthorpe Court.
Part of Winwood Court.
Paved walking area between courts.
Got inside and made my way up to the flat.
More beautiful puffer clouds on the horizon again.
Got the shoes off, they seem to have gelled to the feet. Hehe!
The pouch had soon filled up again after I emptied it when I got inside the apartment. Come think of it though, I had started guzzling the soda water again, the get the bladder going, as instructed by the medicos.
Aha, at the last of the day(2nd) mug of Glengettie tea!
This little lot for the eyes cost me £64!
Much needed after what was for me, a hectic, getting upright and annoyed with things day! I think I must have looked a little mentally and physically battered, cause the care didn’t stay as long as usual… not that I can recall much of the visits.
started, and knowing that this blog would need updating, I made an early start – and 
has only been down once up to now!
So I’m glad that I started early (03:30hrs )while the internet was behaving itself for once.
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The night bag this morning. 5-6 on colour patch.
Blimus! This is the day pouch an hour or so later.
Carers table.
Evening shot of the sky.
Evening shot of the sky, slightly lower.
Down a bit more…
Down to the car park.
Well, not stew, more a can of soup, to which I added a mass of soy imitation bacon bits and a load of baked mini-cubes of potatoes.
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Feet-Leg
Paramedics notes
View from the computer chair
Hear perfect Urine Colour.
Getting late…
Possible sunset brewing?
Not made it, but beautiful all the same!
Loved this one…
Nightie-night!
Has urine stopped flowing?
Chips tasteless…
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From yesterday.
0500 this morning.
No idea what happened!
Morning kitchen window shots
Emptied the Cataracts and…
Confused now, after reading what I could of the instructions, advice, and procedure I’ve to go through without painkillers. Not that it bothered me, a naturally brave, hardy man like me!
Early evening
I’ll say no more on this… (Flinching now!)
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫
HIS THIRD CALL OF THE DAY.
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Health Check Log
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on.
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