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Another morning of waking up with a hint… not a big one… maybe just an inkling of a suggestion of nearly a mock contentment! And this after being wickedly broken up overnight by Thought Storming Steve, Electric Shocking Sherida, and a vicious attack of phenomenal power and length by Shuddering Shoulder Shirley! I can’t explain why, but I suspect she enjoyed it!
I should have been feeling shattered, done-in, miserable, and deeply depressed. But no, I wasn’t. I sang as I detached the nocturnal catheter bag, and the deep colour of the contents hardly 
sank in. It was a Billy Fury song, ‘Cross My Heart,’ released in 1959 on the Decca label. I think.
At least this visit wasn’t as bad a mess as yesterday’s morning farce. Hello, a hint of semi-optimism there? I felt sceptical.
I went into the kitchen to check the taps, fridge doors, and oven, which were not left on, and all was shipshape. Then I went onto the balcony to take a snap of the overnight rain 
and mud that had slid down into the end car park. Then took a picture of nearby houses and part of the tree copse. I could smell the petricore through the cracks in the windows in the wind. Carer Maryham arrived just as I was in the wet room, about to have a wash and struggling with a nasty, mind-blowing seizure. She was very understanding and helpful. Bless her. I know she was relaxing me. But details of the next 20 minutes were minimal. Yet I returned to as near normal as I ever will do, and the memory from then on was much better. She helped me with a computer problem that 
arose earlier, I think. Thanks, Gal! ♥
Within minutes of her departure, I was back on the Porcelain Throne again.
My stomach was still rumbling after the evacuation was completed.
I got onto the computer again and got a decent move on for once. 
I soon realised why I thought I was doing well when I restarted Grammarly, which had stopped working, and it found 76 errors on its list!
It took me years to get them corrected, and a few times, Grammarly had changed the right things, altering “realised” to “realized” and “sceptical” to “skeptical.” Now what I’ve just written is changing back! I spent hours correcting it, and later, I had to do it again. Grrr!
The next two hours might not have happened because I 
have no idea what happened. When Carer Seun arrived, I felt cheery but vague. I recall her putting on the diabetic socks for me. She didn’t like the growth on the ankle, but there were no extra pains from that area, apart from Electric Shocking. Sherida started stinging again, but not badly. She got a call on her mobile and rushed off. I bet someone had taken a tumble or something like that. 
Nice gal, I’ve not seen her before.
I started the daily ode. Then I took a break and took some more photos
These two horizon and sky shots are indicative. Is that the right word for the whole day? Overcast, but there had not been any more rain yet.
The door chime chimed…
When I hobbled to the door, a box was on the floor in the outer hall. It was from the Low-Cost Food Shop. Some tasty nibbles were delivered, including Twiglets, Jacobs cheese and pickle biscuits.
I snapped two more shots, this time to show how the high-up-in-the-sky pictures showed blue coming through while the lower area was dark.
They had a beauty to them in contrast to the lower clouds.
Another seizure gripped me. I can’t understand how or why, if anyone comes in, the gripping, fact-destroying seizure dissipates straight away?
Carer Promise called. One Codeine, one Paracetamol. No Peptac. He was soon off, a busy lad.
I concentrated on doing the blog for an hour or two, then went on the WP Reader.
Oh, I forgot! I took this photo earlier. While the sun was getting partially through.
It looks all peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing out there. He says!
Carer Promise made the last call. He gave me my medications, checked the taps, cooker, etc., took my socks off, and shot off. On his way home, he looked a little tired and jaded. Bless him.
I’m going on the WP reader now, then get something to eat.
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A NEW WORST MEAL PHOTO
I’m not sure what I did wrong taking this shot.
But it tasted fine. (The meal, not the photo, Haha!) It consisted of Beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes, and a Cornish pastie, with a lemon mousse for afters.
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Far too dark, again!
Carer Kimberly took a photo of my head wound that I knew Nothing about. So, there’s nothing new there!
Bootiful clouds!
A rather skimpy early meal. But it tasted nice. Podded fresh peas, a pastie and a dab of pickled ketchup.
Afternoon, the sun was in and out for hours.
Bottom rear department…
Carer Chris arrived, taking snaps of the leg and ankle problem area. I must ask someone to call the District Nurse; maybe they can send a photo of the infected area?
This is the last shot of the day that Kodak Tim allowed onto his SD card, but where did they go? How? Why?
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Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.
End car park.
Sky to the West.
had gone down for the fifth time!
Black Outs grew to a current total of…
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the 
, until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
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You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to 
failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and 
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
was sticking a bit, and no 
bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with 
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Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for 
yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the 
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Then to the East.
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, while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming 
day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out!
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The first effort after waking proves the point.
Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old 
. Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price! 
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made.
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
Evening Sunset
A close-up.
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Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that 
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, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!
I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.
Not so good
Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
Got down to a shower status
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana.
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!
The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!
giving me a chance to nod off. 
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The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night
, as the once-attached day bag on 
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.
were the next activities for the now very frustrated me.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.
The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. 
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to people who have helped me, later in the day. 
read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries 
Back onto the now-working internet.
Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
Back to blogging…
So beautiful mind you! I did some 
on each of the pictures that I took. I spent quite a while on this.
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak. 
Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!
I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that 
is so gorgeous tasting on the bread.
I had a go at blogging again.
I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at 
Of course, it’s gone up since
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It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,
As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the 
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I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
More advice in a safe environment.
With 
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suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.
Going down just once!
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was in a different mode this time!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!
Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And 
I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my 
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, I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly 
at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
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leaves me alone at night
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Took this one with the flash on, Tsk!
Then this with it off.
took a shot of his own accord, and without
And a close-up of the morning mudslide puddle
A fair size today
A mug of Glengettie tea and an apple pastry
The Asda delivery arrived
Today, he was a friendly driver who helped a lot by bagging the stuff from his containers into carriers for me. Most helpful chap.
The first bag was emptied and stored away.
Food cupboard stock, and Carers, nurses nibbles.
Two favourites here;
For the fridge…
Which was well filled up.
Fantastic!
Could be the moon’s surface?
Just caught the end of the sunset.
Well, almost!
The two sourdough mini-baguettes were smothered in the best tasting… better than any real butter, Asda non-butter butter. And smoked tomato ketchup dabbed on them.
And overfilled with the knuckle.
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Woke up once more, night bag looking good. Got it detached and emptied,
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A few nicks shaving. As expected
Cleaned and refreshed, and feeling rather good after a broken but long sleep, even on the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. But I knew it wasn’t going to last long.
overdoing the pinch of basil, as the lid shot off!
A good stir to dissipate it…
Not that it did much dissipating.
Made a brew and onto the computer.
The
The Internet had not returned yet.
A close-up.
Wide shot to the left.
Angel Nurse Hristina arrived and got the blood taken.
The rain resined, and as I was taking this photo…
And some peas to the mix.
Wunderbar!
A delightful nosh, Rated at an 8.9 on the Taste-Rating