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flowed, as I continued on my way into the room, catching the tune a second time on the trolley wheel, as I sat down. But not quick enough! ARRGH! I don’t need to go into detail to tell you what happened. By the time I’d cleaned up the mess and medicated Little Inchy, it was nearly 07:30hrs when I left the wetroom. The air spray was overgenerously used in the hallway and main room. Why? The two follow-throughs that may well have caught me out again certainly left a, well, what can I call it? An aroma? Stink? The stomach felt and looked still bloated. Undoubtedly, more 
evacuations are in the offing.
Carer Ejaz arrived, just in time after I’d refreshed the place, smellwise. He did a great job, medications, body-check and some hoovering for me. He’s a good lad. I’d be lost without Ejaz.
A Bit of a worry here. Yesterday or last night, I took three photos of the kitchen views. And only one got onto the SD card? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, come several times a day when you get older. Believe me!
Working on the computer, I was lucky enough to find that Amazon sells Glengettie tea last night. I’d run out months ago and missed its satisfyingly strong flavour. So, (I thought), I ordered two boxes of 80 tea bags, and they will be delivered today. An email came through to tell me it had been delivered. I imagined the driver would have left it outside the door… (Ha!) No, it wasn’t there. I rechecked the email and found they had left it in the ground-floor foyer. I 
prepared myself and got down, hoping no one had nicked it before I arrived. It was there, along with a package for another flat. I checked the address and found it was for Jenny’s neighbour, flat 78, I think. Then it dawned on me how big the box was for two packs of 80 Glengettie tea bags. I soon discovered that it held… ready for this, 12×2 60 Glengettie teabags! I don’t think I’ll live long enough to drink them! Hahaha!
Up in the lift, and got off on the eighth floor and placed the packet near the gentleman’s door, and knocked on it. Then to the lift and up to my floor, as I was getting out of the lift, I realised I’d left my teabags on the eighth floor, back down, back up, and into the flat.
Now to make a mug of deliciously strong, gutsy 
Glengettie tea. I made it, drank it, and enjoyed it so much! I put in too much milk, so I made another mug.
Got the kettle back on, tea bag in the mug, and the rumbling started… Off to the wetroom for visit number two.
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who was in command. Also, there were two more follow-throughs to follow. You wouldn’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through already. Had a wash up, and back to the computer.
It was slow going. Glaucoma-Gladys and Cataract Katie were making things difficult, and progress was slow. They don’t usually, or haven’t been bad until teatime each day, for weeks. I imagine they’ll get slowly worse until the lasering is done. Gawd, I’m making so many mistakes. Ejaz is due soon. I’ll make another mug of Glengettie… oh, no I won’t…
Yee Gods of Satan, where the heck is it all coming from? I think things looked a little different. As if some straw had been added, and as for the pong… Whoa! Another marathon cleaning up and freshening session, the follow-up burst of phoo! Another marathon session of cleaning and freshening. No wonder the back and knee are playing up with all this bending. Still, I feel some good luck is on its way to me. That was a total lie, sorry about that, I was just trying to cheer missen up. Haha!
Not a sign of him yet today.
Made a better mug of Glengettie again, I must stop drinking tea and get back to the spring and soda water after this one.
Then, as I was taking the mug to wash it, I knocked the hearing aids off of the counter. I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the box and one of the hearing aids, but I couldn’t find the other one. No. At least not for twenty minutes of so. I thought it may have landed in the waste bin, took everything out, carefully, but cut my finger on whatever it was in there. Then, I got the torch wound up to boost the light and searched underneath the 1960-built, falling-apart Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck. The cubby-holles with missing doors were searched, without any luck.
I found it in plain sight,
Ejaz did the last call. He’s got a cough. I recommended honey. He gave me the Ezetemide, Phorpained the right shoulder, and graded the pouch urine as a 4.5.
I think this is generous to High-Mode-Horis.
He didn’t show up until after I’d had a drink and was getting into bed. Those few precious minutes were heavenly, 
defying.
When I woke up to respond to yet another call to the Throne, 
returned and tormented as he had all day.
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joined in.
Did I say I’d rang Jenny? I’ll check… Nope, I will.
I rang to see if she wanted any Glengettie teabags.
She asked if I’d made the list of things, as a reminder of what to tell the Social Lady on Monday. I mentioned the clothes in the other room that Carer Joe had bagged up to take to a Charity shop, along with some new stuff that no longer fits my gargantuan torso. But he left ICC before he could. She said Frank would call tomorrow to collect a bag of clothes & take it to the charity Shop. Bless them. 🤎
For the fourth time, at least I think it was, I visited the . This time, things were slightly improved. Firstly, I got there easily on time. Less evacuated product, and it’s much easier to clean things up.
I Germoloided the rear end again, had a rinse, hobbled into junk room two, and got several rolls of toilet paper to stack on the floor cabinets in the wet room. Some were recycled. There’s a thought!
A different dinner was dined on tonight. Opened a can of beef curry, added water chestnuts and a can of garden peas, cut up some oven-baked potatoes, and added them. Covered with Chinese sauce and marinated for about 35 minutes while the potatoes were baking. Then all in the bowl, and into the microwave for 6 minutes. Nice!
🎀 TTFNski, Each 🎀
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I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running. Another day without a wash and shave! Unberottenlievable!
Misty was out there when it got lighter. It turned to fog for a while in the afternoon, then back into a hazy light mist. With odd sprinklings of rain. now and then.
Oh, some colour showing up in this one. Ah, yes, it’s a brick gable end on one of the houses that hasn’t been painted white like the others around it.
Then came a welcome but nerve-racking telephone call from the Social Services lady. I started stuttering while talking to her, and I mentioned things she might not be interested in. What a plonker. The bits I may have remembered rightly, I might have said, were about the bank account, no cleaning done, and the state of the flat… adding swiftly that the Carers are in no way to blame for this. Because we have so many things I need help with, Virgin, British Gas, audio clinic, and I may have mentioned the seizures. I do not know if the lady needed to know these things for sure.
I didn’t catch her name, cause we still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the Audio Clinic to get the hearing aids mended despite Ejaz and my efforts to get through. I didn’t catch her name. She wanted to arrange a meeting; I asked her if it was possible on Wednesday and explained that a Carer who knows my problems would be advantageous in case I get anything wrong or mixed up. She will ring back later. I waffled a bit, I think.
ensured that I dropped the medication tub. Has Mizra not been turning the other way he would have stopped mt bnending, it after so many years, it came automatically to me to bend down to pick them up – A mistake, as I found out. My back sort of stiffened; I lost my balance and went a smidge dizzy, off-balance, but couldn’t get upright, and Mizra hauled me back up. It’s that, when on my own, I’d have had to press the alert alarm for help. Saved the day for me again, there. Once back on my feet properly with 
The new yellow-keyed keyboard is still taking getting used to, with the Enter key being a different shape, and mishaps are frequent. But the keys are so much easier for me to read. Even late in the day… but of course, as the old man gets tired, the hash key and brackets ones are much overused in error.
Getting dark now, so I tried to concentrate on my blogging. Belatedly again.
. Medications were issued, and I explained that ICC were sending someone to the Social Lady’s visit on Monday.
Problem with the camera, well, fancy me getting a problem. Hahaha! I took three photographs of the night sky with my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. But only this one ended up on the SD card. Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleploppery, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, Cataracts, breaking down hearing aids, leaking catheter bag taps, food price hikes, Fata Morganas, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Lymphorea Leslie, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, agony from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, dying photo-taking skills and camera, and an increasingly worsening state of Mental-Health! Oh, and the fractured knee… and of course, today’s agony from Carole’s-Catheter-Contraption, and Haemorrhoid Harold.
A double-up meal tonight! My much-loved tasty faggots in onion gravy, with some extra gravy thrown in to dip the bread in. It was actually two ready-made meals to start with. So, as well as the extra mash and gravy, I had four faggots!
But there is a sad side to this. Sob! Parsley Box, where I buy them, has stopped making them. How did they decide on that? To make room for more expensive products? Come think of it, these are not cheap for what they are. But still cheaper than the other home food suppliers that the opposition offers.
That’s my business, they’ve lost! Humph!
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Another crap picture!
Ah, a smidge better.
An even worse snap of the food bags.
Not too good.
I might give up taking pictures.
leg wound, which was bandaged, and will call next Wednesday to check it out. Knocked of the scab on my hand would… a bit of humour actually hear; how did it flow in two directions at the same time?
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I lost hours when I dropped a bottle of soda water.
that much, I had to ask the Carer to apply the Phorpaion Gel on my back on every visit, and took an extra Codeine, well, two!
A change in the view.
On the computer at long last.
The new keyboard, although cheap, really helps when tiredness and Cataract-Katie set in as it gets late in the day, with its yellow keys. But the rearranged, resized, and differently shaped centre Enter button gets me so annoyed when I keep hitting the wrong one. Humph! Still, I’ve been getting things wrong in everyday life lately. Double-Humph!
Kitchen view.
Sunset.
A terrible photo, mayhap
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Up at 0700hrs. 
Straight ahead.
To the left.
The blood on the tissue was from the cracked lips. Nowt to fret about. I put lip balm on, stopped it.
Balcony shots through the window later.
Front car park.
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it is much improved.
A blue-topped message popped up from Bang & Olufsen, asking if I wanted to make changes to my hard drive. Shoul
I went to get the spuds out of the oven and noticed the mist had turned to fog. I opened the kitchenette window to take these shots. Knocked a bottle of vinegar, a pot of black pepper, ta
rragon, and gravy powder off of the windowsill. I swore a bit, I may have growled, too. 
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Woke up at seven, by the Carer. I was not up to having a body check this morning… Again! I felt ‘Out-of-it’, and well so for the first hour.
As I slowly began to feel more with it, I grabbed the Kodak-Tim-2 and hobbled into the kitchen to take a couple of shots of the blue 
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Although I was so far behind with these blogs, by nearly 21:00hrs, my vision had faded so much that I could not see sufficiently to continue. Glaucoma or Cataract? Or both? Always the same when evening arrives. I lasted a little longer tonight. I made a meal of sorts, wearily. 
As I ate it, all my current concerns weaved their way around my watered cebrium. Finances, Neurology failing to contact me, EENT still not contacted me about the Glaucoma/Cataract, Will I be moved into a home? Or will I manage to get extra Care cover? The mix-up with the Doctor’s appointment. The dentist is changing the appointment. Silly to worry about, I know, but I have not had a known Seizure for two days.
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I woke a few times during the night. Notwithstanding, I got a total of… wait for it… 8 hours kip!
This is all taken from Ejaz’s words; I have no recollections of the first few minutes of wakefulness. Ejaz was concerned about my unbalanced, faraway status, and I was talking gibberish for the first two minutes. It was just pure exhaustion and tiredness, I think. When I tried to stand up, I failed, and Ejaz insisted I stay in the chair. (I’d fallen asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.)
when Ejaz called. Seems I’d put the TV on, no recollection of doing so.
It was amazing how quickly I felt better. I washed the pots from last night. And readied things for the 
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had returned with a vengeance. What a messy evacuation!
was within reach for once.
The sun is getting through in the front car park. But a smidge misty above.
Later, the sun moved across, making the picture taken through the balcony window look bright.
Forgot to put the lip balm on.
Gorgeous!
The keyboard suddenly stopped working!
Did you notice that there are only seven of the half 
potatoes in this picture? That’s because I ate one while prepping the plate. Darned Tasty! A bad time of year for tomatoes; avoid Spanish and definitely Moroccan this time of year, bitter! I was lucky to get the one in the photo; they are Dutch, possibly irradiated, but at least they tasted like tomatoes, unlike the Moroccan & Spanish tastelessness.
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Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on to make a brew of 99 tea.
Not only did I leave the tap running, but I dropped the milk bottle. 
What a mess to clean up. Made the tea, left it to brew, took two snaps of the morning view to the right, then left. Not that much shows up.
photographs now that it was getting later and lighter. Both were taken through the balcony’s 
closed windows. But they turned out a smidge better than I thought they might. The end-of-car-park photo on the right here seemed to show some activity. A few vehicles had their lights on. Only one car had parked on the chevrons this morning.
The Asda order came after seven o’clock. Apparently, I ordered all the right things this time. No hidden unknown extras for once. 
Misty
Turning into fog, methinks.
Getting thicker, later.
My language, through frustration, was abysmally bad & abusive. Boy, did I get angry with myself? 
This did not bode very well for a successful outcome. I pressed on with little faith, Sved Excel, Notebook, Internet and MS Word. Ran the Virus Check & Cleaner, then turned it off. After a couple of minutes, I unplugged the computer and went to make a brew. To give the computer & peripherals enough time to cool. A Carer arrived, and he could not help but notice my crochety frame of mind.
I brought me meal to the computer and nibbled at it as I waited for the computer to boot up.
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Poor Ejaz shot down to get the laundry back, because he was on a deadline that was almost up for the call.
I got back onto blogging and made some progress, not a lot, mind you. Then the eyesight really got worse. Not that I was surprised, it does this every day when I get tired. I’m hoping to hear from the NHS EENT soon about the cataract lasering. Hopefully, before my 90th birthday. But I’m not too hopeful.
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spirits a smidge. But I was determined to make a start on it. Four hours later, I had to stop; time and mental fatigue had caught up with me. It was an enormous file, and I think I’d only done about 10% of it, if that much. Yet still had an admittedly diminished joy at finding it in the first place. I was sort of Semi-Smug, now.
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First one.
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The INR blood taker arrived. Enoxaparin injections
Blue Hue this morning.
Late start on the computer.
Sidetracked onto the word list.
Evening shot.
Late views.
