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07:00hrs: A second decent night’s kip for the old man, then. (It’s not often I can say that!) 
I thought it wise to wait for a little before getting excited; I’d not done the 
checks yet, and I didn’t want to bring it back to reality just yet for a while.
I went into the kitchenette, mainly to check on the taps, stove, fridge etc. to make sure I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be. All Clear!
So, a 
was duly adopted!
It was a foggy morning, not unlike those we used to get every November so many years ago. The memories flowed for a while. as I took these photographs!
Not necessarily good recollections. But a few did sneak in.
Got the Health checks done.
Pulse decent at 33.1°1f.
Sorry to say that the flipping Blood Pressure came out up in the Top Red area, Hypertension Three!
But only just. Hehe!
The SYS was really high this time at Red-Risk 162.
The Dia was fine in the Amber zone.
The Pulse was creeping back up again at 78.
I just can’t understand why they have classed in the red-three zone.
When three of the four are in the Amber zone?
I expected to be well lower down on the scale. Mind you, the SYS was high.
Came in. Got the medications sorted, and the lad was in a rush; I could sense it… his being so late told me that as well. He wanted his bed, and who could blame him. Talked him into trying a cold Starbuck Coffee for his thank-you treat. Be interesting to see what he say’s about it later next week. I bet Richard won’t take a coffee with Rum & Coke and his favourite, Pink Gin and lemon, being on offer. Hehe! He can have a coffee as well.
I got the mince in the pan with the beans and added some flavourings.
I’m well known as a flavourings-adder, you know. Hehehe!
Then I got two large potatoes in the big saucepan on the boil, and I nipped back to the computer to get her started and begin updating the Saturday blog. I had to avoid getting distracted with blogging for fear of forgetting about Josie’s meal cooking.
Went back to check, and the potatoes were already done? It only seemed like ten minutes. But, of course, it was longer.
As you can see in the photo here when it came to dicing the spuds ready to go in the oven to bake them crispy… This is how one potato turned out – Bad!
So, not so many spuds in Josie’s meal today.
Got the diced and olive-oil-sprayed spuds in the heated oven.
Had a clean-up. And back to the computer.
That is not blood on the paper towel. Oh, no! It’s probably jam or ketchup, something like that. As if a man of my calibre would cut his right index finger while slicing the spud, laughable. 
Did some work on the blog, mostly correcting errors made. Tsk! Bet I still missed no end of them!
Added spuds to the saucepan of chilli-stew, or whatever you want to call it. But after taking out approximately half of the stew and placing it into a 
separate lidded-tub
This is Josie’s 2nd meal for Monday. She heats it up in her microwave. I try to make the two meals different for her. After taking out the Monday portion, I added some basil and BBQ to the first lot and stirred it up, warming it gently. No potatoes in the Monday one, either.
I had 20-minutes or so on the blog and made up Josie’s tray.
I’d got carried away today… Just look at that pile of stew in the bowl for her. It might get her eating better, but it is bound to get me accused of trying to make her look like Betty Bunter.
Now, for the less mature whippersnappers, these names will mean nothing. But to us kings growing up[ in the ’50s, they were previously revered. For they were in comics that we read.
Possibly. In this photo, Betty’s name is Bessie Bunter, but later she became Betty; I don’t know why. It’s me mishearing what Josie was saying… I’ll have to check that later with her.
But she was for the girls, and for us lads, we had Billy Bunter.
Two overweight kids that always seemed to get the better of their parents in the story we read. Hehehe!
I think that Sister Jane was a fan of that comic. There was the Topper, Beezer, Beano, Dandy, Eagle & others. Not bad for a bloke who read his instructions from the nut-house hospital last night and can’t remember anything he read?
Note the changing times in the covers here? In those days, the girls were trained as domestics, not future wives. So, Billy gets excitement out in the woods with criminals, and Betty-Bessie battles the fight to get food in the house. Not a single person back then mentioned them being unhealthily overweight. Hahaha! I wondered off subject again there, didn’t I?
Back to the diary: I delivered the meals to Josie.
I remembered taking the Lumix camera with me in my pocket, and I’d also got it in my bag! Every little victory, you know!
Josie was looking better today; bless her cotton socks. I’m not sure who is the more forgetful between us… but my guess would be it being even-stevens! Hehehe! The deafness we also share is just the same. She didn’t notice the over twice the usual amount of chillie-stew and the larger bowl I had to use to get it all in.
About Gawd knows when… I got the Saturday blog posted off.
Carer Carolynne arrived. We got the medications sorted and had a natter. (Well, I did!) Hehe! Forced treats in thanks on her. She took the waste bags with her as she left; with a smile.
Not in the flat, though. There was a fire in Basford or Sherwood area. I took these pictures of it. Much smoke varying from white to black and a few bursts of flames.
Annoyingly, I could find nothing on the news or the internet about it.
These chronologically go from left to right as you go down.
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Shame I couldn’t find them for a newspaper to use.
It’s 20:00hrs already! I’ll get something to eat, then my head down, I think.
♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫ Flavour-Rating 7.2/10. And I was surprised at how tasty the Adkins cobs were.
The Asda Soya lemon yoghourt was its usual tasty treat.
I got ensconced in 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.
Sleep came quickly tonight!
But could I stay asleep? No! I woke up jouncingly, joltingly, or jarringly so often; it almost tired me out! Fair enough, I got back to sleep quickly enough, but minutes later (it seemed), I was once again twitchingly woken up!
Sweet Morpheus was playing with me once more…
Or, mayhap it was 
, continuing on her mission along with the other mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
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0450hrs: I stirred back into fabricated life. And it was Thought-Stormless! 
This has not been known for months now. All seemed calm in the bonce, too! 
Was she on holiday? And where was worry guts, 
? Even 
was not the slightest bit interested in me! 
was the only ailment that was giving me trouble. As for even 
I leant out of the kitchen window to take these two pictures.
burst into life, which ensured that the freshly made mug of tea was knocked over. I had the right mess to clean up!
burst forth, which had me down on one knee! 
During this, I banged the top of my head on edge of the kitchen top and knocked the papule! How it didn’t come off I don’t know, but I was glad it didn’t…
So, I got some water in the large saucepan and put it on a low light. Putting the freshly-filled saucepan back on the stove, and had another, albeit only for a few seconds this time, of the 
it was brewing, I got an itch around the papule on my head. Removed the hat and went to scratch it…
I made up some waste bags, put them near the door, and got the computer on.
didn’t help me much.
Thanks to Smoke & mirrors: (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues) man Mr Fries’s inability, even when getting paid a $23.7M salary, to get an internet service to work, I went to take some photographs.
‘s face said it all. “There’s no hope for him!” Hehehe!
I got a landline call; I think she was saying that I needed to make an appointment for an ECG before they could refer me to someone for help with dealing with getting me help with 
for me to arrange the two lifts I needed. Thank heavens she came! That gave me some ease of mind, not having to worry about them. And they could do both, thankfully for me. Phew!
I checked on the potatoes in the oven, finding I had not increased the heat sufficiently earlier on. Tsk!. 
All those channels and nothing worth watching were on. 
Back to the now not-so-hot meal. believe it or not, 
than what yesterday’s nosh did!
was rampant in both calves. I repeatedly got up and tried to hobble about, to try to free the tightness. I failed, of course!
Every time, it eased a little, back in the recliner, feet up, and within minutes it started again. Several times I tried the Phorpain gel massaging. I even took 
some Paracetamol; that didn’t help either. Then a Codeine… I woke in agony that often it was getting to me. I was at my wit’s end with it.
exercise, massaging, more pain gel, another Codeine 30g… I know I was taking too many, but the unbearably of the 
this morning forced me to try anything at the time.
as I utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). 
Somewhere around 05:00hrs. The last few memories of a dream I’d been having faded from my memory. Completely gone in seconds! Claimed by the ether. The only remaining detail was that I was enjoying it. Tsk! 
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had the backing of the after-effects of the vegetable chilli-con-carne to ensure one of the pongiest, messiest evacuations, ever!
Thank heavens I had enough Germoloid ointment to use; it took an awful lot to ease the stinging of the poor 
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Got the nappies on…; I mean Protection Pants.
More ended up in my mouth and moustache than the eyes. Olive-Oiled the ear holes. All this time, I kept flushing the WC and repeatedly waited for the tank to refill to try and clear ‘things’ again! 
I washed up, checked things in the wet room, and went off to make a brew of tea again. The tea had to wait again…
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I got back to blogging. But it was as if a different person was doing it. 
The Asda delivery arrived, and this driver actually put the breakable and damageable goods in different boxes for me.
, and 
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The imitation pork looked more like pot than pork does. If it’s anything like as good as the mock sausages, they should be good. 
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Carer Shannon woke me up. We had a decent nattering session after she’d done the medicating. Shannon made up a pot of morning medications and left it on the things on the Carers table for me to take with me to the hospital, so I should see it and take them. Selected a nibble and drinkie in thanks. Took the waste bag with her on her way out. I locked the door.
As I got back into the hallway, the evening sky caught my attention.
started. I was concerned about the mystery trip to the hospital in the morning.
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As I was now located in the wet room, I decided to get the ablutions done
Commenced. For some reason, Toothache Terence? I can’t understand why I didn’t clean the teggies? 
increased this morning. Only four, though, no bad ones.
. 
Although not bleeding then, had been during the night and had scabbed.
So, it had to be removed and 
cleaned before the Daktacort could be applied. Of course, this didn’t bother me in the slightest. I think I might well have been singing to myself while rubbing in the ointment. Yodelling a Frank Ifield number, Wayward Wind it was. if I remember rightly… Ahem! 
I got dressed, the computer on and tended to the 
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took this snap of the morning view.
Got a large spud in the big saucepan, boiling. I must keep an eye on this cause I don’t want to let it get too soft. Otherwise, when I cube it later to oil and butter them and get them in the oven, they break up, which spoils them.
Kicked off doing some drilling in the flat above. I coped with the noise this time. But when he started the bang-banging and constant tap-tapping a little later on, I returned the favour by hitting the top of the tall bookshelf with Metal-Mickey. Grrr!
Has it not been for me actually hearing the rain fall, and getting up to see if it would be photographable, I may have carried on blogging and not noticed the time and would have been late for the first time ever delivering Josie’s nosh. I’d only got 12-minutes, but it only needed dishing out, basically.
I’ll have something simple
Woke me up. She had not used the door chime. I gently explained my Instantly-needed wee-weeing and possible bleeding attributes with it and being caught with not being aware of a Carer coming into the room unless I could hear the 
Had a look at the TV listings and was overjoyed to see several episodes of some early Red Dwarf that were currently being shown.
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I thought I’d celebrate by making a mug of Thompson’s Signature Blend tea for myself.
. He’s not visited me for weeks now… but he’s back! I stuck the spindle into the base of the holder and hoped for the best. Shaun only persisted for a couple of minutes, but had anyone seen him, they would be a bit weary of me; he could shake me a bit viciously at times.
Into the kitchen, I wobbled.
I gave Deana a ring and got her this time. She will kindly call later. I’ve got to ring her when and if the flowers arrive, and she’ll take a look at the Cataract’s letter for me. She will ring Easy-Link to see if they will make a card account for me. Nice!
Photograph loading and I found this picture on the SD card.
remember why I was standing there, and it was the Amazon delivery of Morrison’s food arriving.
open packets, and dented cans and ensure that the bleach is leaking!
Very pleased that they had the baking potatoes in stock. They looked okay, not battered and bruised. I could have said Not like Asda. Hehe!
November… No seven! 
Came in, stirring me back into a life of sorts. When I mentioned that Meridian bossess Tina had not called, Sam said, Yes, she’s been busy. She’ll call tomorrow if she gets time. I explained that I had to go to Doctor for the Frailty Test Review results on Tuesday. Sam said she could come in the afternoon, maybe? I said I had no idea how long the appointment would take, and it might involve another department being sent to. Sam said she’d ask Tina to call on Wednesday. 
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Prepping Josie’s nosh.
Final tasting and titivating session.
I thanked her.
Josie!
Late afternoon, as I was making a mug of
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mode! It was 07:45hrs!
, 
was just the one. And the 
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I had not had any sleep to speak of; one horrendous night; With Thought Storms, and each time I moved an iota, either the 
or else 
would wake me up, not that I did a lot of nodding off last night. 
Apart from a little bleeding, there was no struggle or pain involved. I decided, as I have done for several days now, that as I was already in there, I’d get the 
done. Which I did! I felt sure that I’d hear the door chime music if a Carer Came.
It’s not fair that the hair does no longer grow on the head but is growing enthusiastically on the neck and shoulder tops. I’ve just got to apply more pressure to get the soft twine-like razor-blocking type. I acquired about eight cuts, all on the neck, so I couldn’t see them. Looking in a mirror at one neck hole is impossible with 
and 
jerking you about.
Got around to the medicationalisationings.
Then the worst one, pain-wise, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. A few, well, many Oohs and Arghs were released while doing this task.
The farce of trying to put the eye drops in the eye seemed more ridiculous than usual today.
and put some on the neck cuts that were resisting the Brut and were still bleeding. 
I’d have done the toes as well with the Phorpain. But the problem’s the same, isn’t it? I can’t get to them. I think I’ll ask one of the Carers to rub them both in if they would for me.
I was getting the fresh PPs out and realised I had left the trousers in the front room. So I popped in to retrieve them from the computer room; 
was Sam. It all happened so long ago, it 18:00hrs, and as I say, the fatigued is coming on, so with that, the memory and concentration fade. So things may be short on detail from here on, as I have only my poorly scribbled notes to go by.
I missed putting this photograph of the morning view I took earlier. 
Noisy-Neighbour Herbert, in the flat above, has been knocking and tapping away on and off for hours now. And this continued until 17:00hrs When I got a blessed relief from them. Must have been having his dinner. 
I spotted a bag of prescriptions on the Carers table that will be left for Richard to sort out on Monday.
I got the bowl with some Dettol and washing-up liquid in it and gave the feet a good soak.
Arrived and read the above passage after giving the medications. Although she was late, she still agreed to do my feet for me; bless her cotton Socks! She’d seen where the tubes were and got on with looking after me. She’d chatted while doing them and was deserving of some extra treats, which she selected. ♥
Ah, the feet felt better now! I was not hungry at all? So no cooking; I could concentrate on sleeping. Got the TV on so I could fall asleep when the commercials came on. 
will ruin things for me?
I’m back.
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I got the sphygmomanometerisationing going, and boy, was I surprised at the returns!
Absolutely!
Grade One! Hehe!
Blood Pressure.
I went into the kitchen; it’s always a nervy thing, the first thing to do! Will it be the hot tap left on? Is the oven left on? Or a window left open? Mayhaps the freezer or the fridge door is ajar? It’s worrying each and every morning nowadays! Mind you, last week I found the food in the cupboards had all been moved and still can’t find some things I know were there. I have been known to partake in nocturnal somnambulism. All was okay this morning. I didn’t check the cupboards, though.
I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and took it to the computer. 
. Where I found the evacuation most aperient. Yet poor old
still bled a good bit. Washed up and went back to the computer.
Started a session of clumping, tapping and banging away from the above flat. That’ll help me concentrate a lot.
arrived. It was Sinead again. Always glad to see someone cheery, even though they are tired after a long shift. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, but she maintained a smile. I didn’t keep her with my gossiping, she selected a can of drinkies, and she made her way home, me being an extra and her last call. I felt guilty about asking her to take the waste bag with her.
, 
! The Lumix was not working again! It went through the motions, but the shots were not getting to the SD card! Grrr! I checked the card was in the right way around, and the lock tab was in the open position. All I can think is that the battery might have run out. Even though I charged it up two days ago? This happened last week. And I came back on the next day as I recall… I think, but I am likely getting confused. What can I do? The only thing I can think of, apart from suicide, is charging the battery again? Yes, I’ll do that, then…
Had I left the tap running? I went to investigate, and I had not – Phew! Then, all the other saucepans, cutlery, lids, wooden spoons, and slicing boards were washed.
I got the meal out and returned to the recliner to put my feet up and get it eaten.
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, Riona, who did not ring the doorbell and was looming over me as I woke from the depths of glorious sleep. I wanted to cry momentarily! A record visit timewise, 5-minutes medications given, treat refused and gone. I followed her to the door to lock it, and she took the waste bag when I asked her to.
Sad, innit? Hehehe!
, and I made my way to the wet room,
I managed to give my right big toe a stubbing of excellent quality, pain-wise. On the end of the open door from the front room. Dropping Metal-Micky, which knocked a photo off of the corner unit and broke the glass of the frame!
Got into the landing position for the seat, dropped the stick, and then whipped down the jammie bottoms and PP’s in one go; and plunk! I’d not even hit the plastic before the evacuation began.
last night when I was making the worst ever mess of cooking an uneatable meal. I cringed when I wrote that, remembering all the mistakes I made doing it! I got Richard’s treats ready, not those in the fridge, too early.
spotted the phone in my slipper? Why I didn’t look there first, I don’t know… Hehehe! I’d love to know how and why it ended up on the slipper. But it will remain a Dementia Doreen’s secret, as a part of the mysteries and enigmas of Woodthorpe Court! The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for me to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and baffle me!
how long has that been there? I sniffed the other one, which smelt like a Glengettie to me, and made a brew with it; I’ll know by its taste. 
bringing the Sunday lunch tray and things back; thank heavens she’s not left it till later
these that Jenny gives me. She knows I love them. Bless her.
I was late again in getting the 
done. This could have been that with doing them late yesterday and the graph going into the amber, I’d subconsciously left it late again? I got out the thermometer and started sphygmomanometerisationing.
Well, it was only a thought. Hehehe!
Time to get the bread and tomatoes prepared, methinks.
Obviously, Liberty-Global, Virgin Media supremo Mr Fries, has not managed to go four days without the signal going down. Still, as long as he gets his paltry salary of $23.6 million a year, plus bonuses and an expense account, why should he be interested in his customers? You must admire the man’s chicanery, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, slithery sidestepping and number-crunching. That somehow fools his bosses that he knows what he’s doing. I hate him, but I’m still jealous of the con-man supreme. 
Got the fodder on the tray with a pot of lemon mousse, and I gobbled it all up without any bother. Mind you, it was a small meal for me. Purposely of cause, you see, as a part of my new diet regime. I am determined to lose weight by hook or by crook. I’m dedicated to it… 
Two came tonight. Neither rang the door chime again. I mentioned this to both of them. I explained why, calmy, to them again why I wanted them to; “I could have been changing blood pants or taking a wee-wee; had I been doing either, the chime would have alerted me and given me time to stop you walking in and causing me embarrassment, you see?” I’m not sure it got through, and the new Carer seemed annoyed as if I’d told her off, saying We can’t get in your key safe. Well, the door wasn’t locked anyway? The regular gal was okay about it.
The view from the kitchen window was fantastic. Bootiful! That strip of light has been showing on clear nights for says now.
Back on the computer, and I updated this blog. Doing rather well at it, actually, for once. However. a 
to me. Magnificent! 
Gave me a short concert of clumps. Followed by a couple whirling noises… ending with a solid thud. I’d love to know what he’s making at this time of night… a drinks cabinet, mayhap? Hahaha!
Inchcock Blames the new medications for this Ode.
Having to boil kettles and saucepans cause the hot water is not hot. And the shakes and dizzies have been rampant! So no Diary as such, just bits I can recollect, and from a few scribbled unreadable notes. Sorry! Owing to many cock-ups and the camera not working for some unknown reason.
I mused over whether or not to have a shave in the lukewarm water… the usual decision-making routine. Humming and hawing, dilly-dallying and generally fence-sitting, procrastination took over. After last night’s mega-shaving nicks, I was dubious… but I went ahead again and had a stand-up wash & shave. Amazing how one can cut oneself so easily! Of course, during the shaving session, I had a 
and 
, which ensured that the blood flowed. The cold hop water did nothing to stop it from flowing. So I had an expensive Brute splashing session that did the trick, temporarily.
done. Another giant leap for mankind! Hehehe! Terrible results! SYS shot up to 173, DIA a massive 146, and even the Pulse was an astronomical 98!!!
Not good, is it? Can’t wait until tomorrow to see if it’s back down again. I mentioned these fluctuating results to the Doctor last week – I didn’t even get an answer, scoff or tut from her? Yet Sunday’s figures were marvellous?
I got on the computer and got myself in a double mess at the same time, more or less. First, the photo reader was toying with me, but I kept all calm and went through the usual routine to try and get it working again. I’m so proud of myself; for making and keeping a list of what I tried last time, and I kept it handy in the left-hand drawer! 
have scratched at the chin, and the blood was flowing again. Nothing like badly, just little streaks, but it took me ages and about ten sheets of kitchen towel and £3 worth of Brut to get it to stop! I know this is impossible, but I thought I heard laughing; hehe! 
The morning Carer arrived, it was No-Yawning-Richard. He looked a lot better in himself today. I think it’s because it is his first day back after his break in shifts.
Then, a memory blank fell over me. No more notes on the memory pad. I had to check on WordPress to see if I’d finished and sent off the Sunday post. Luckily I had!
Kicked off, and I’m nearly out of Peptac now. Not that it is any good, just better than nothing.
Got the nosh sorted out. 
