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A horrible day of ups & downs.
Although the ups were enjoyed.
I was doomed to have more downs.
Along with my having to put the
right
leg up every four hours. And now suffer increased
pain when I return to my feet after each rest
session. I’m hoping the District nurse will return
today. The compression bandage has slipped down, returning to the constant, almost stabbing-like
pains whenever the flipping fluid flows out.
Which this morning, is getting oftener.
On two leg-up occurrences, up to now, I’ve
nodded off and lost even more time for to blog
and photographicalisationings.
Still, there are plenty of folk worse off than I.
Eerie morning view of the kitchen from the doorway.
Yet another not-so-good picture taken from the kitchenette window. Lots of lights on for 04:40hrs?
Made up a waste bag. (Exciting this innit? Hehe!)
Then, within about an hour, I had to utilise the wet room and 
, no less than 3-times! All were under the control of 
. But were different in about everything. Texture, pong etc…
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Then…
Then…
A good variety today?
Toes & legs improvement… well
at least I got the one remaining slipper on.
Then changed my mind
when I smelt the ping of urine floating up
into my nostrils. So I dished both slippers, along
with the three bags of waste, down the chute.
By the time that 
arrived, I’d been on the computer for about an hour and had just suffered…
Blogged away after he’d gone, for about half an hour…
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returned, and I utilised the 
, and took his Health Checks.
Looking fine fettle, the lad is!
Then a major unanticipated kip of the day!
I had to give the leg a rest up on the chair. So, I got into 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, to get some respite from the leg wounds.
I had a look at the Freeview schedule and expected that an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’ was on for an hour. Well, I thought, that’ll do me, nicely for one of the four hours of leg-up time. Zzz! Nodded off at the first set of adverts, and woke up about five hours later!
Stirred, caught my balance and onto my feet, emptied the 
. Then I added some Christmas giveaway drinkies, and some AA batteries to the Asda order for next week.
I got some of the cheapo Asda Essential chips from the freezer, and I got them into the oven. Finished on the computer, I’d not even started this blog until the morning.
They looked nice when I got them in the dish and served up. They were the most disgusting, flavourless chips I’ve had in my life. And believe me, I must have had many thousands of them over the years. Urgh!
The soy pads were the same… the tomatoes were fine as were the garden peas… as for the strawberry dessert, which got knocked on the floor, and I crushed it with 
as I got up to retrieve it, and the jam squirted out, over my slipper and the carpet. Not the most successful mealtime I’ve had!
But worse was to follow! 
I was about to wash the pots and had to visit the wet room, for yet another visit.
Amazing! Just wind emitted? With the state of my innards and bladder, amazing is not the right word, is it?
As I took this photo of my feet and legs, I got a whiff of urine strongly? On investigation, I realised that the open-close valve on the day bag was indeed in the open position again! The left foot squelched as I took a step!
The last of the slippers was laid to rest (disinfected, wrapped up well, and thrown in the waste bag) amidst a silent chant from me, filled with F-words and various others of a derogatory & cursing nature. I think I may have spat in the WC as well… if I didn’t, I should have! I did get an odd moment of satisfaction as I lobbed it down the waste chute, and with a short funeral soliloquy… of five words. I then returned hobblingly, due to pain from to the flat… back to clean up the mess in the wet room, and then spat in the WC!
What can go wrong next, I asked myself…
I’ll tell you!
With all the hobbling I’d done, 
was now bleeding. So, I cleaned that up, got the cream on him, and had to change the PPs. Got the old ones off without any bother. With the assistance of 
, I got the fresh ones on with almost ease. Great! for a second…
You can laugh at this series of s. I know I did. What fun they were, they had me in tucks! Especially the last one, coming up now…
gave way instantly the moment I put my leg down. Naturally, the leg crumpled and being as I’d got at that time, , and with no stick, stick within grabbing range all day! It was hilarious! As the valve flipped open when the fragile hit the deck, with all the mass weight of my cumbersomely heavy body weight and the currently bloated, by compression bandages landed on top of the pouch. Hahaha! Cleaning things up was a pleasure, which I carried out while singing to myself, smiling and then whistling. It took me 40 minutes to do.
Then a dreadful, scary, shocking, blood-curdling thought entered my head… Had I left the taps (faucets) running in the kitchen when starting to do the pots, before having to abandon things to use the , and got distracted by all the 
, and farcicalness, from when I was washing up the pots?
I had!
Not a good end to the day, really…
Cheers!
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Another Inchy Failure – He got 3 in 60 seconds!
Not so Good This Week
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managed brain, meant terribly vexing periods of mistake-making, finding, and still not correcting properly – thus, I spent far too much of the day in grammatical investigations. Intermingled with getting so involved in my blogging, I kept forgetting the 4-hour leg-up, and then 4-hour stood-up as a routine treatment, as the nurse explained being essential if we have any hope of the now ulcerated, 
now being supported in her “Let’s Make Inchy Hurt & Fall-Over” mission. Now backed up by a new ailment, a sister, 
in the pain stakes. At least this morning, they are. I’d give 
A bit clearer this morning in the nocturnal pouch
Why? What? I know not!
Day pouch filled up with darker urine?
The compression bandaging was looking good.
Into the kitchen to check the taps.
You’d not believe how long and the mess it took me to get the pad on the mop. The ‘Speed-Mop’ – Huh!
It didn’t move a lot of the dirt and stains…
Just about worth the effort & pain it cost me.
Finally got a brew of tea made. I made it carefully, cause this is the last of the three china mugs I bought. Last week, I mourned the passing (and shattering) of the second mug this year. I do think that tea tastes better, imbibed from these mugs. Well, mug, now!.
She kindly took the bags through to the kitchen for me.
I thanked her, and was suddenly slightly stupefied as she departed; When I realised (or thought) that the order was ordered for 8 days later? I shan’t go any further into that, as this sickenly often-repeated Whoopsie with the food, was getting me into a self-loathing mode.
Household items.
Treats, luxury fodder!
A mixture.
A crammed-to-the-hilt fridge & freezer.
The rain had been coming for ten minutes or so when I went, as I often do, due to the memory-distorting qualities of 
The rain was pouring down heavily as I took this photo from the kitchen window to the North.
Then one straight ahead… all taken through the window
A final one towards the City Centre.
I’ve tried to explain these blanks to the lady at what was then, a Dementia counselling meet. But it was taken casually and she moved on to other areas, as if she did not believe me, or didn’t want to discuss the subject.
Another carer called as I was eating the meal. But memory is patchy of even that. By the time I was washing the pots up, things seemed to clear?
and 
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Took this shot of the evening in Night-Scene mode using 
. It came out much brighter than it looked. Which helped give an impression of the houses, few with any lights on. Mind you it was late.
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Inchy’s Carers Health Checks Returns
The four-hour leg-ups and then-down again routine, is a little tiring and disconnected, thanks to 
Who is back to her customary, well-practised habit of installing unwanted, 
, frequently activating deep-routed moments of 
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Morning kitchen window view.
Within the first half-hour!
Bags were taken through to the kitchen.
The first bag was emptied, and food was put away.
Freezer full!
Fridge loaded.
None foods & treats.
Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats.
All the bending has set off 
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I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
I was pleased with how the potatoes came out!
A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob,
with sea salt & no butter, butter!
Neighbour Jenny called, brought some tomatoes up got me ♥
I made a late snack; bless her.
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Tsk!
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were the worst. With a little occasional stinging back-up coming from 
. The pain behind the eyes is now coming from lower down, near the left ear? But not anywhere near as bad (He says with crossed fingers)
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a 
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway.
I failed to get to the 
when you need him!
I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! 
I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Treats and essentials!
The fridge & freezer were full again!
I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more,
it seemed to be working again? 
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Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit.
Moments later the 
I selected some tomatoes.
The view had changed dramatically.
As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
made sure of that!
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It is nice to escape the confines of the apartment.
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!
I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… 
and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
lift.
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from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic.
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Tsk!
I took this sad selfie!
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came, I didn’t realise how late it was.
He took a snap of 
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No chance!
Not much time to get nowt done today, and for the next three days there will be even less with all the appointments… 
Slivers of something in the morning urine?
Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.
The rain persisted for a while.
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Horrible day today. 
But the constant pain from the leg and flipping 
was frequently joined by 
Wot? Me Worried? Hehe!
Is it a pretty deep colour?
The first one was the bestest.
The second one, I nearly missed it altogether!
Oh, dearie me…
Ah, well, I did my best!
Early mug of Glengettie.
Morning view.
And the car park too!
looked no worse than yesterday. But in fact, the stinging was getting more & more frequent as the day went on. I had to keep stopping to put the legs up. Which meant getting back to the blog and not really being sure where I was up to or doing when I sat with the leg up each time! I lost more time and had problems with 
Late afternoon view.
All calls were of the same style.
Rubbed some Germolene on the burnt ringers…
I emptied the husks into a bowl and bashed them as best I could… 
I automatically tried to stop it from escaping. 
Banging my head on the counter-top as I did so.
I was beginning to regret making these. Haha!
Did the eye drops, and off he went.
I woke with the jerk and could smell the burning of the potatoes! No panic or worry, or nearly taking a tumble as I hastily clawed my way up on my feet and 
en route or knocked over the spring water bottles on the way to the kitchen!
above!
combined with 
failing to inform the brain of the smoking burn on the back of my hand. A few minutes later, while I was applying the Germolene again, the shock of the pain got through… Arrgh! 
The tomatoes Jenny had gifted me were magnificently tasty (Thanks, Jenny ♥). The vegan sausages were very passable flavour-wise, too!
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Waste bags sorted out.
Ensured that the quality of the above moon shots came out crap. Tsk!
Kitchenette.
Balcony.
Late afternoon sky – Beautiful!
Medical appointments for next Monday to Wednesday came in via text and email throughout the day. 
At least the nosh was a good one… although resisting nodding off while eating was not easy. Hehehe!
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When Save Earth mention Global Warming!
The compiler said the average time is 11 seconds. Mmm?
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Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, 
the tube was giving Little Inchie a bad time pain-wise.
shuffles!
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh.
Hehehe!
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As I was going to the 
, I thought of what I think was a witty retort to use on this blog… So I got 
Notice how it’s a little askew, did you?
. Clouting my knees as I landed on the hard floor, and en route my right elbow against the door. I felt sorry for the neighbour below! 
The toilet roll had only been used once, and there was only a quarter of it left by the time I’d cleaned up after the evacuation! Seeing in in the WC, reminded me of a dollop of Chilli Con Carne but yellow in colour. Eurgh!
It’s been more consistent lately. 
And took this early morning view.
Then got the kettle on.
Made a tasty brew of Glengettie tea.
And onto the computerisationing. Where I stayed, making error after cock-up, for a few hours. Until 
arrived. We had a natter as she medicated me, did the eye drops, and departed. Not before putting a pad on.
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The end car park mud-slide was building up in the rain.
Checked on the soup left over from last night. It was edible enough to have tonight… and hastily responded to my innards message to get back to the 
Took these two photos of the beautiful clouds…
I stopped blogging for a while. Got a waste bag made up.
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Putting the empty can in the new waste bag, I managed to cut my finger down the nail of the sharp edge of the tin.
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came. A nice gal, who liked a natter and laugh, which suited and cheered me up a lot. Got the tablets issued, eye drops in, and accepted an ice cream. Not seen her for a long time. I asked if I could take her photo for this blog, and she agreed. 
back to a better NHS-3, I reckon.
From a distance…
A little closer…
Then close-up!
They have always helped in the past? Shame!.
The lad gave me painkillers and asked if needed any Peptac or the night pouch attaching. I explained that I had not had a meal yet, so no need to put the bag on for me. I’d take the Peptac after eating. Ricard checked the medication drawer, and put the 
eye drops in for me.
More blurred this time.
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Oh, what a todoo!