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Afraid these events are out of sync chronologically. You’ll notice the part-shaved moustache. This is on here because… Wait for it!… Today, Carer Chris learnt how to access the Kodak Tim memory for me. He transferred the ‘lost’ photos to the SD card! So, some old/new Kodak Tim pictures will be added to the blog over the next few days. This is the first one. I took it as I was in mid-shaving cause I thought it was funny. Not bad for a selfie. As I recall, I got the dressing gown on to fetch Kodak Tim and took this snap without the SD card in it. So it was a while ago cause the memory had been packed for weeks. Hehehe!
The District Nurse arrived, doing a great job with the ankle and leg. Compression bandages (I think she put them on) help to stop the oedema fluid from flowing freely from your legs. She also warned me that they would get tight and may cause too much pain for Burnt Ulcer Ulrich and/or Lymphorrhea Leslie’s Leaking Leg. I was to ring them if it starts leaking through. The Nurse or another one will call on Tuesday to check things out. I was appreciative and well pleased with her care for me.
I was disappointed with getting the five cuts while shaving, but the good stuff far outweighed that. And I’ve not mentioned the late Accifauxpas yet. I’ll tell you later. A delivery of nibbles has just arrived, along with Carer Joanne bringing in a letter from the bank; that’s one for Carer Kara there.
05:00 hrs, I stirred. I got the night pouch detached, then bounded out of the bed, doing a double flip as I leapt over the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner, and disome toe-touches and press-ups… You’re not believing this, are you? I don’t blame you! I’ll start again…
05:00 hrs, I stirred. I got the night pouch detached. Then, I fumbled painfully out of bed, resistantly, uneagerly, slowly, and due to the need for the Porcelain Throne, thus, under compulsion of necessity. En route to the Porcelain Throne, I gleaned that both 
and her fellow ailment 
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edge, going in. Then, the great wait began!
I had a go at the crossword book long enough to realise I would not get any further with this puzzle, so I moved to start another one. I couldn’t even get a start on this page. So, I counted the cracks on the wet room ceiling, 23 today, but I can’t be sure about the state of my eyesight. The painful part-extruding concrete torpedo seemed to have stopped, and I did not show any response to my frantic physical urging it to move on. I had another go at the original 
crossword and solved some clues. I may have discovered a way to do better with the daily crossword efforts; I seem to get a few when I’m in pain? Gobsmackingly and slowly, the motion moved, with minimal bleeding, considering the almost cube-shaped concrete lumps that had evacuated.
I only had a quick wash because the blog 
was calling to remind me how far behind I was on yesterday’s issue.
I took these three blotchy Kodak Tim photos of the morning view to the left, then the right, and ahead, but not in that order.
Then, I continued trying to catch up with the blogging.
Her persistent attention annoyed me, and the cartilages wanted to give way each time I moved, which was not very often.
Sorted out the three waste bags into one.
I got two potatoes out, intending to cook them early today. But my plans were scuppered when I forgot about the Nurse coming to do the leg and ankle 
today.
I got on with blogging, but it was a difficult time. Mind blanks, eyesight making things more demanding, and a couple of Seizures had 
me in the right state, confused!
I nipped to the kitchenette a few times to break the frustrations.
I took these three wonderful cloud views over maybe the next three hours. Very close and warm today.
I had a bag of seaweed crisps; they were tasty but costly.
I’m back blogging and feeling a little better.
I meandered into the wet room 
to get my belated ablutions tended to. I got the shaving done (2 tiny cuts) and a Body wash. I couldn’t have a shower with the leg being wrapped up.
It was the Midwife—no, I meant the District Nurse. I snapped the leg as it looked just before she got here. She saw me in the wet room and went to do someone else in the flats while I finished the medicationings and got some pants on. I thought that was a good idea.
I recall that the Nurse had been a lovely, well-built piece of the NHS—Haha! A lovely lady. As she was midway through sorting 
the leg out, Carers Chris and Ayu arrived. We all seemed to have a laugh and most pleasing chinwag as the Nurse did the job for me. Bless her.
Chris took a photo of the newly designed and tended-to leg and ankle and helped me get into the slippers.
The bleeding, spouting, bruised legs now have a ‘cap’ on the ulcer and lesion burn and a swath of padded compression bandages. Much more comfortable than the plaster pad thing was. This soon altered! And with
just haven’t stopped stinging at me. These ailments ruined my sleep again; I spent more time awake than asleep overnight.
Here are some of the recovered snaps that Carer Chris accessed for me.
These were from yesterday, I think. Carer Chris crept in while I was preparing the meal, cunningly grabbed Kodak and snapped all these shots of the flat’s chef (me, Haha!).
He got a little carried away when he was taking them.
He caught me well, as he took them without a flash, and I didn’t notice he was here. Thanks to Cataract Katie, Glaucoma Gladys, Deaf-Duncan, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, I was oblivious to Chris even being in the flat. I didn’t half-jump when I finally noticed him. Ha-ha!
Chris’s smug smile and laughter were worth seeing as he roared, ‘I Gotcha!’ 
He did, too! Chris said I looked like someone doing a brain operation and was concentrating hard as I sliced the potatoes and added them.
The above shows the resulting 8/10-rated meal. I was so in pain and tired I made d
o with baked spuds and vegan sausages. This is a retrieved snap from the Kodak Tim memory. I think it was Tuesday’s or Wednesday’s meal.
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to give me terrible hassle overnight pain-wise. I had to use two walking sticks in the morning, temporarily.
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to stop stinging me. A few minutes later, I edged my blubber-bellied body from the bed, cautiously started to do the balance exercises, and forgot I’d got hanging from Little Inchy, the tube and Catheter pouch on. Forgetting that took some skill on my behalf cause a moment earlier, I’d thrown it on the floor as I eased myself onto my feet. It has a very long tube. Then I trod on the bag, wobbled and
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one and left it near the door in the hallway. 
and shave. Which seemed to be going well, apart from when getting my feet in the bowl of water (it was too early to use the shower, as it can easily wake up the neighbours below), And stubbed the same toe for a second 
time on the raised seat leg on the throne. Got the shaving done in a fashion, teeth then I felt the need to utilise the 
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on his mobile, and I felt a little dampness in my groin. I got some kitchen towels and wiped the suspect area. When Carer Christopher left laughingly, I 
went back to the wet room and cleaned up and remedied things in need of it. 
The new mouse started playing up. I tried various things to find out what the trouble was, but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t. I wiggled the sender plug, put in a 
new battery, and then tried another mouse, all to no avail.
Mat had been delivered. I found it in the letterbox after farting about searching for ages. I took this shot on the right through the balcony windows, and then I checked the tracker for the other mats ordered. Sod me, it said they had been delivered. Another search around was fruitless. (Well, it would be; they are made of rubber, Hehehe!)
pressed it. Up came proof of delivery from the company. A photo of the parcel being shoved through ‘Your letterbox!’ I espied the cock-up that had been made. It was not my flat number on the door. It was someone on the floor, above the number 76! 
down for me. That was so kind of him. 
envelope and trying it out. I think that my cyber-mates Tim and Doug, both cat lovers, would have liked one of these mini mouse mats. Nowt special, it’s just the picture of the kitten that appealed to me. Can I get your addresses and I can order them for Amazon to deliver one to each of your homes? Go on, let me! The mouse seemed 
much better to use when on the Cat-Mat. Hehe! 
grapefruit & pineapple. And pure grapefruit ones myself tonight.
orange, lemon, and pineapple. 
The blotches on the snap of the sun lowering really annoy me, but these things can’t be helped. It’s a bit like Putin, really.
this one. It’s late now; I’m so tired after the complicated, problem-ridden day! 
I took a lot of care in getting the Vegan sausages cooked. This time, I felt I needed to give them a little longer in the oven, and it paid off nicely. I tried putting a splash of mushroom ketchup in the tomatoes instead of salt, but I’ll not bother next time.
The sunset picture taken from the kitchen window while I washed the dishes sadly had even more blotches on it than usual. I’ll try to see if Amazon has anything that may clean them off, although possibly they are inside the camera. 
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The burn scab had lost a few bits.
Made up some waste bags for collection.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea and got the computer on. I was already well behind and about to get worse. This is when the ‘Out-of-its’ started off.
First two.
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Ah, yes, this time I saw them.
Ham sandwiches and chips. I forgot about the tomatoes. Tsk! A pot of ketchup with pickles to dip the sandwiches in. Hehehe! Mandarins in an orange jelly dessert pot. Nice!
I fell asleep in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner.
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Waste bags sorted.
Off to the wet room.
Minutes later, I was out of the flat, locked the door, and entered the 13th-floor lift foyer. I went in and out of the lift and took this 
snap to the left, the way I was to go. Then, I took the second picture to the right, in the opposite direction. That leads to the 
connecting swipecard door passageway into Winwood Heights, the centre block of flats. I timed it well, the eta for the lift being 10 
minutes later. I got seated in the main lobby opposite the clock and had a go at the crossword. The bus came spot-on at 08:15hrs.
I planned to take some photographs as we pulled away, but I only managed this one. Why? I’ll tell you.
the chap was saying. Humph!
Store. Where I was looked after again! I like this..
the River Lean on the way back to get the lift. I turned to look back and took this snap of the pigeons still nibbling away.
As I returned to the centre, the Easy-Lift bus had just arrived. This was another thing that went right for me; it’s nerve-wracking, you know! No, really, I’m just not used to it.
Leaving the car park.
Leaving Bulwell.
Highbury Vale.
Bilborough.
Redhill.
Behind the City Hospital.
Mansfield Road Sherwood one.
Mansfield Road Sherwood two.
Turning up Winchester Street Hill.
Winchester Street Hill.
Turning onto Chestnut Walk.
The pork ball jars, potato pots, batteries, pork pie, carer and nurse treats, as well as cans of pop and two more Passion Fruit 
Plenty of faces and animals in the clouds.
Semolina pudding? Haha!
Got some beans in the saucepan.
Illusionable snap?
A Pareidolianist Delight!
I prepped and ate the football-shaped sausages with a can of BBQ beans and added Mediterranean vegetable sauce. A Lemon 
Curd yoghourt to follow.
Came. Took off the socks, and asked how the appointments went. Painkillers given & Peptac. 
I checked before getting my head down, and I got this, very late, it seemed to me, a shot of the day’s final appearance of the sun.
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View.
Leaving the flat, down to wait for the lift.
I have a doctor’s appointment for an examination of the knees and ankles. I have an appointment at the hospital on Monday. The receptionist arranged a lift for me there. Barrier cream and something else was added to my prescription list and sent to the chemist, and I need carers to collect them for me.
Surgery car park.
Arriving at flats.
In the foyer
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04:10hrs: The nocturnal catheter colour was much improved. Also, 
was much less than it has been.
A terrible photo of the morning view.
Mostly liquid sludge!
The right leg was looking good again. Of course, 
were hitting me throughout the day, but nothing as bad as they were when I was supposed to be sleeping. Every one of them woke me up (well, they would, I guess), but I soon nodded off again, awaiting the next one to arrive. The pain from them only lasted for a couple of seconds.
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The Pictures folder suddenly went into full-screen mode! I imagine I hit the wrong combination on the keyboard. (
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Straight ahead.
Then, I took a shot of the Cannabis-Growers road.
Flash Speed Mop utilised.
They are crap!
Mind you, they did pick up some of the dirt.
Gorgeous afternoon clouds
Found this attached to an email.
As it got a little later, I just couldn’t resist taking more snaps of the clouds.
I was well into the land of nod and without any of the awakenings, 
left me alone, too. But the Carer came in to wake me instead. Hahaha! I was not compos-mentis and forgot to ask him to remove the socks and attach the nocturnal catheter pouch. I found out in the morning that I had very dark urine and an overflowing bag, and with the socks on, the shocks from both ankles kept waking me up. Humph!
The sky looked like it had been painted.
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Even I got this one. Haha!
What a magnificent view!
Three last shots as the sunset fell.
Farewell!
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I could hardly believe the dark colour of the Catheter night pouch contents—I was in shock, really. I took another shot of it when emptying the night bag. 
wash and visit to the. There was another change in styles: from two days of 
being in control, now 
was ruling things. Mega-smelly, almost watery, it squirted out more than flowed! It took me ages to get the place, and my body cleaned up! Tsk
may need putting back on again, if things get any worse and the lesions burst open. Won’t please the Carers.
The Asda driver rang me on the mobile phone with a connection as normal, but it was so bad that he might as well have been talking to me in Outer Mongolian, for all I understood. I assumed he could not gain access and told him I’d come down to him straight away. Big Mistake!
and left the flat to find that both of the lifts were out-of-action! 
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. I really must have been mad, to think I could get down all that way and then back up again. However, 
thought I could. I couldn’t, of course.
was bleeding.
arrived. 
deserves recognition.
Then, I set about sorting out the Asda Delivery. This is going to be a long job. There is much stuff to sort out and store away. I made a start…
cordials were put on the floor next to the Water Alarm Sounder thingamabob on the floor. Something else to trip over.
Shloer drinkies for treats and thankyous for the Caregivers and nurses who tend to me. Soda water and spring water for the daily Catheter filling routines. A bottle of Mushroom sauce and Tomato Ketchup with 
pickle. Lastly, sterilised milk.
Some favourites in this one! Brown sliced baguettes! Ready meals, Cumberland Pie, Minced beef hotpot. Texas beef chunks, an all-day breakfast, and a newly 
discovered gem. mini caramelised sausages!
Curry & Barbeque baked beans, mushrooms, sugarless biscuits, batteries AA & AAA. Treats drinkie, and some ready-made coffees for the Carers who like them.
with seconds to spare, got it emptied just in time!
The mist had been around all day once it had fallen
Slurp, gobble!
Spent some time on the crossword puzzle.
left me alone. But… the 
that is 
dying off, or maybe it’s the cunning 
? I’ve always had a sort of affinity with him, you know. I don’t think he likes not being liked by the souls he collects? It could be part of his plan to make living (for me) hell, then when he comes, I’ll welcome him. Just a thought. I’ve no quarrel with him at all. It’s smarty-pants Saint Peter I’d like a word with.
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Not so dark this morning.
Moon, or reflection of flash. I don’t remember taking this one at all?
A gone-wrong early morning shot of the houses.
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The two-tone-shaded toes… Scrawny leg bottoms, but fat at the top? Hehe!
are more prominent too! Some vein lumps rising.
Another change in the evacuation department!
Took a close up of the two-tone-shaded toes.
A truly blue hue now.
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output was more consistent today. I took these about an hour apart from each one. And a good colour, too.
Late afternoon clouds.
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Peaceful!
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Gottwo spuds out to have later. (11 hours later, it turned out to be) Tsk!
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arrived
Fresh foods for the fridge.
Frozen for the freezer.
Cupboard supplies.
Nibble Treats.
Cleaning stuff.
The fridge looked full.
Even the fridge door.
The day pouch was filling again while I was doing this supremely popular, intelligently written, followed by thousands of worldwide masses (and they both like it) blog. 
A darker colour, though!
Up to taking this sunset.
Almost like an oil painting?
A wide view.
And zoomed in one.
As I moved to the sink to put the oven tray in to soak with bleach and washing liquid, I felt the catheter pouch slipping down with the weight.
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I took two-morning view shots.
A blue hue again.
Made a potent brew of Glengettie tea.
took a snap of the bluer-than-ever sky.
To the wet room for a wash.
Again!
The sky getting lights now.
Back on the computer.
Anyone else got one? Beats me!
The day bag was once again filling rapidly.
I went to get the kitchen sink & floor cleaned…
kicked in at the same time. These ailments are getting cunning now! 
By the time I’d crawled to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and got myself back up on my feet, it took an awfully long time. It confused me as to how it happened; what brought it on? I got the knee Germolened and had forgotten all about the cleaning up I was doing, and got back on the computer. Hours later, at about 10:00hrs, it dawned on me that I’d ordered the Morrison’s delivery to come twit 08:00hrs>09@00hrs. I had to empty the bladder bag again…
I sorted the waste bins out.
More wee-wee escaped of its own accord.
The sun came out – then back in again.
I took this artistic close-up shot.
Bad full again!
Hehehe! But she was patient with me. ♥
took the call. Chris said the driver was calling, and he’d gone to the wrong floor. It was the Asian chap who delivered the last JS order. A grand patient lad. He and Chris put the goods into carrier bags and left them in the hallway.
And the kitchen.
Three failures, and now the innards were beginning to give me some gyp! Fancy that!
Fish week, by the look of it? A bit of lamb crept in there. False surimi prawns, fishcakes of three types… Yes, another cock-up with my ordering! And two brands of surimi sticks. Having them tonight… although it will probably be morning by the time I get them.
Vegetable Risotto meals, cobs, bread, cheapo cooking bacon, but no milk. Due to one of my famous mistakes or not, I know not.
The Surinami sticks were terrific. As were the beetroot and garden peas. The Morrisons’ smoke haddock fishcakes and battered hake were not so good. I had to abandon eating these fishcakes; they were bland and tasteless!
