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I had a quick check on the weather. Misty, it stayed that way all day. Although, it wasn’t cold.
I felt the need to go and attend to an evacuation from the rear end. There was no rush, as there was no rumbling or grumbling from the innards. Indeed, I felt sure it was time for Constipation Conrad to make an appearance. I even got the crossword book ready… Huh! I was wrong again!
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Now, don’t ask me how I managed it, but as I was getting the dressing gown on, I spotted in the mirror that blood was coming from both nostrils! I know I get confused easily nowadays, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t shoved the razors up my nose! Hehe!
Can you see the pale-looking, handsome, young features of my face?
That was thanks to the cream for the Acne and Excema being applied, maybe too liberally. Carer Christopher arrived and 
helped me get the PPs on, then issued the medications and got my socks on for me. Thanks, Chris!
Then I popped into the kitchenette and took this depressing-looking Kodak Tim shot of 
the view. Not much sun got through today. I made up and took the waste bags to the front door. Being a keen, alert young man (Hehehe!) I espied some mail stuck in the 
letterbox. A new dosage sheet for the Warfarin from the Anticoagulation DVT clinic,
Some unwanted selling bumph and a possible worry-letter. It looked official to me. I’ll get a carer to open it later. (I didn’t remember)
For the next five hours, I spent trying to sort out the CorelDraw, and learn why it was opening different dockers when I clicked to Edit a Bitmap? I never did find out, but it seemed to stop stop of its own accord later on? But, it also changed a;; pf the dockers back to a small size. I could barely see them, and my memory was not good enough to remember. So this is being done using my spyglass! Although, to be fair, for some unknown reason, I seem to remember where and which to us 
creating paragraph text.
I stretched my legs and went out onto the balcony to take this ‘blotched’ snap of the end car park and standing rain or mud.
Then, I spent another four hours on the blog. Carer Joanne came for the midday checks, and we had a little natter and laugh. It seemed to me an hour later, but it was three when Carer Chris returned. He spent a minute or two showing me how
to get the Cheap Camera working. But we could not use it as the card that came with it was a mini-one. Another bash at the blogging. I got tied up with doing the ode for a while. It didn’t flow as easily as it normally did today. The blotches seemed to be getting 
bigger. So I got the cleaning stick, no good. Then, I used some spectacle cleaning sheets. I may have made it worse!
I was feeling a smidge down, so I thought I’d make myself a brew of Glengettie…
ARRGH!
As I stood up out of the computer chair, pain like never before came from Little Inchy! I grabbed at the Protection Pants to release their grip on Little Inchy and found he was bleeding blood! Haha! Off to the wet room to get the Germolene and Barrier cream applied. I thought the tube must have been chaffing against the Fungal Lesion – but no! It was too loose for that. I made sure that the catheter bag was emptied, but there was very little urine in it to have made it drop down. Puzzled and in pain then – well, I’m still suffering with it now. 
Gotten Himmel! The sun battled its way through so late in the day.
Carer Christopher made his last after-nibbling and drinkies call. He returned the laundry for me, and I gave him a cold drink and pasty from the fridge. Then I got the washed clothes, hung them up, and put them away. I had a little bother trying to feed the belt through the eyes in all three dressing gowns—well, two of them. One didn’t have its sleeves inside out. All the socks were inside out, though. Hehehe!
I’ll have to finish this in the morning.
Good Morning. I was beyond doing any more blogging. Carere Christopher made the last call. I asked him not to attach the Catheter night bag, as I had plans to make a very late meal.
He left it in the bed for me, so I wouldn’t forget to put it on later. Removed the diabetic socks and gave me an extra painkiller 
due to Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion and the catheter tube causing a fair bit of pain. It’s still leaking a few drops of blood as well now and then. Said our 
farewells, and got the meal prepared and served up. Vegan sausages, potato cakes (well burnt, how I like them), the last of the sugar snap and garden peas. A pot of ketchup with pickle added and two small pots of dessert. A lemon mousse, and an orange and lemon ‘Sour’ jelly. Oh, that was good!
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Morning view through the balcony windows.
Kitchen window.
Messiest Ever!
My right ankle ulcer seemed to be getting worse again. There is not a lot of pain with it yet, but there was plenty of pain from the 
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Later, I took this silly snap in the reflection of the computer screen, which inspired today’s ode.
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The flipping burn scar on the hand does not want to heal. 20 days now, I think, and still it shows?
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Jolly Good Day to you all!
If I remember, I’ll add some used-before graphics to fill in the blog a bit. To make things even worse, I could not find the notepad with the reminder scribbling on it! I’ve searched through the bins, drawers, pockets, and cupboards without any success
Photo One that survived the CorelDraw Attack (Crash)
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Sorry, but this will have to be rushed. I’m so far behind with everything after the £290 CorelDraw 2004 programme I just installed a few days ago crashed four times. As usual, a message came up after reloading each time, wanting my email and an explanation of what I was doing when it crashed, and I lost everything I’d done! Then I had more bother when the Control+I, and E did not work. The trouble is, if I do find a way around it, I forget how I did it the next time it happens.
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Yet it took ages to get started?
Hoovered the hallway.
Balcony sky view.
The first mug of Glengettie.
Drinkies, some for the treat shelf, vinegar and seasoning.
As the evening approached, the sky looked good.
Pigged the meal down.
Took this shot from the kitchen window.
I got the chalk, Hehe!
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Well, darker this morning!
Jolly unpleasant, but no bleeding.
Ankle ulcer flaring up a smidge.
The hand burn has now lost all its scabs. 
work. So, I got the dangerous job of getting the fresh Protection Pants on and will try the Barrier Cream cap-removing again later. How to describe the performance of getting these pants on is an opportunity for a little humour, I think. 
wobbled about, trying to keep my balance. Which, luckily, I did. During this altercation, I also knocked the pot with the Barrier, Germoloid and Daktacort creams in it onto the floor
painful, all went reasonably well.
Got the catheter refitted, just the pouch to go on when the Carer arrives. Then, I returned to the infamous Barrier Cream’s unmovable cap problem. And Blow me down with a feather duster, the tube’s cap opened easily! So, in future, should the same thing happen, I’ll just try dancing about, stubbing my toe, and throwing the Barrier Cream tube on the floor to solve the issue? Hahaha! 
I took a shot of the morning view. It was well-lit by the time I got out of the wet room. There is a blotch on the photo again. I can’t understand why these 
appear at times and not at others. Mind you, it’s not surprising; there is an awful lot I don’t understand or grasp nowadays. Anything new after the Stroke is not retainable in the grey cells-well, anywhere, really.
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began as soon as I started trying to sort out the new CorelDraw layout and options. My memory has lost so many things today, yet the early morning mayhem in the wet room came to me distinctly? I do know that the New version crashed twice yesterday after I’d changed some options. And I’ve lost many fonts that the program has substituted with ones that are nothing like the original ones? A bit like ordering food online, which I have to do. I’ve had some amazing substitutions. The best (or worst) was from J Sainsbury. I’d ordered some cherryade. That was substituted with a tin of Cherry Blossom black shoe polish! A close second was From Asda. I’d ordered frozen lamb & mutton burgers and got a bag of frozen chips in place for them! 
Carer Chris came to raid the nibbles and drink treats. Haha!
These two must have been the first Kodak Tim snaps taken. Early in the day they must have been photographed, I assume so anyway.
I had to zoom in on CorelDraw to see them. Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, are why.
gravel path
Massive Memory Blanks.
loads of sugar snap peas, I think. I can’t resist the tasty little crisps, but not hard things. I intend to stop eating them when these ones I’ve got are finished; I’m determined to, definitely! 
So I had a quick-to-prepare, unhealthy, naughty, but very small, mini-feast of flavour.
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Once I’d bounded out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, and did some press-ups, opened the balcony window and sang out my joys of life to the local populace, Belting out “Oh What a Beautiful Morning”. 
Alright, I’ll start again!
Things seemed to be going alright to start with. The nocturnal night pouch was a great colour, a good start! Then
started with a visit to the Porcelain Throne. 
again.
More of a kerplunk than a splash, maybe a thud!
in the wet room. Carer Kara later put a plaster on the nail for me and took this snap of it with Kodak Tim. Thanks!
After finishing the washing, shaving, cleaning the bleeding teeth, and carrying out the medicalisationing of the various parts of my body in need, I struggled to get into my fresh diapers… nappy… no, My secure Men’s Protection Pants. Hehehe!
I took this snap through the balcony doors of the morning’s sky view offerings. I recorded it on the notepad before starting my blog update. The rest is from photos and a very mixed memory, as this turned out to be another interruption-filled day; I’ll tell you why later. Well, I’ll start now while it’s fresh in my cerebrum. 
I got on the computer as Carer 
Christopher arrived. I’d just had time to realise that something was stopping me from typing anything in MS Word and this blog! My mind was concentrating on what the problem was, and of course, the unavoidable interruption did not help me concentrate on the multiple activities. Sad,I know! Chris issued the medication, scoffed and took some nibbles and drinks (which I insisted on). And off he shot, a busy lad today it seems. I recalled my working days with a touch of joy, sadness, and a sorrowfully harrowing recognition of my underachievement.
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I was washing last night’s things in the sink and had to stop. I needed to know if WordPress would work again, so I got the computer on, added a bit, and then tried to save it. Goodness Gracious Me—it did! I got all excited and got on with doing the work I’d done yesterday, again, as it was lost into the ether when Jetpac interrupted me so rudely. A long slog, but Putin may take the bother away shortly. 
Many hours later, got up to where I was before (yesterday) and realised I’d not taken a single photo yet, so I thought I should, so I went off to the kitchen. 
I did take one photo, mind you. I’d hoped to get the two houses being reroofed and extended together—the left and right dwellings. I may not be checking very often, but I can’t recall seeing any worker at either house all week. 
my socks fitted, I got back to Google and blogging. Another two hours or so later, the Iceland order arrived. The first photo was taken as I was putting the food away on the right. Fancy drinks and a Pina Colada for the treats. Kitchen towels, salt, and how kind of Iceland. They sent part flattened, part squashed wholemeal 
sliced cobs. The bag they were at the bottom of had bleach and a large bottle of tomato ketchup on top of the cobs. Humph!
also been pre-mangled. Next snap; the Warburtons sliced Milk Rolls had been manhandled and misshaped in advance, too! The 
8 large pork sausages, I was most surprised when I made the order; over £1-50 off of the normal price; great, I thought. Putting them in the fridge, I realised their use date was today! 
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A lot of bits and mess from the freezer drawers fell out on the floor while making room. 
I pressed on with the blog, but all the breaks along with the Mind Blanks, meant when I got back on WordPress, there were so many errors, it pee’d me off!
I stopped to take these two views of the amazing sky.
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05:10hrs: I woke up in the 966, £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.
pouch. Again, a decent colour of urine had been passed overnight.
The spray was almost spitting-like, out all over the WC furniture and my bum and bottom. Took me ages to get it all cleaned up.
My plump, short legs were holding up the catheter bag pouch well today. Then, the bag suddenly split open down one side. Being a cunning, if pathetic DIYer, I repaired it with some of the Elastoplast and Elephant tape I had to hand and 
refitted it.
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One: As I turned away to take the filled bottles, I knocked the topless disinfectant bottle off the draining board. I made a barb for it and sprayed the liquid out of the spout. It landed on my dressing gown, which got soaked. Then I dropped the bottle on the floor, which swizzled around, distributing the rest of its contents over the kitchen floor. I did not burst into tears! I just cursed vigorously. But I did consider crying an option! I decided to take some shots from the window, as not many had been taken with all the seizures. I genuinely wish that I hadn’t bothered now.
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I set about cleaning the kitchenette floor again.
Things are looking better now in the kitchen.
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Jolly good colouring.
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.
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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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If I say that today was an odd day, this would be an understatement, a mild euphemism, and an undeniable matter-of-fact. Morning Carer Selina arrived. She medicated me and put on the socks, and after the gal had gone, I’d lost the plot with what I was going to type. Sad, innit?
of my prostate coming out. Cause when the Specialist Doctor put me on the Finasteride tablets for a month.
So the month’s course is now a year-long one, and still, they ply me with more Prostate (RIP)-killing capsules?
A better colour this morning.
The sun was creeping up from the rear left of the blocks of prison cells—no, no, flats! It gave this shot a specific flavour, but I forgot what word I was going to use.
It’s safe to say that the oven burn scar will soon start to crumble off of the hand. It’s not easy taking photos with one hand.
Out came the new cordless hoover with its headlights on when in use. I think I’ll name it Vacuum Victor.
I caught my hand on the rack as I grabbed the toilet roll, and bits of a green-looking scar dropped off. It has taken eleven days to heal. I’d better not pick at it, though. 
Afternoon and evening sky snaps.
Pareidolia’s Delight.
Faces, bird heads, a human head…
A taser, a beast with an open jaw, and a bird with an open beak—it’s incredible how many things I spotted today.
This is the last of the sky shots I took. I took some later ones without the SD card being inserted into Kodak Tim. Tsk! It could happen to anyone, (he
16:20hrs: Carer Ali arrived as I sat down to have the meal. 
tomatoes and veggie sauce, mini vegan sausages, and chips, and I had such a hard time getting grime off the oven tray. I tried cleaning it, but I gave up and threw it away! Hence, the chips were mangled, but I still enjoyed them, even if they had cooled too much. The pot of jelly was of a sour-type one. Nice 
& Tangy! 
I trod on a power socket 
extension that slightly made me jump. I knocked the overbed mini-table over, followed it onto the floor, and tripped again over the walking stick that had been knocked over as well. I wish this was being recorded in something other than my memory! It was worthy of being a Brian Rix-type Farce! 
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started bleeding, I was back to square one, on the floor in agony! I somehow walked on my knees to the recliner to get myself upright again. The grief from Cartilages Chloe and Carole was so bad that when I did manage to haul up my elephantine-stomached body onto my feet again, I took a Codeine, creamed the Fungal Lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and Phorpain-Gelled both knees and Back-Pain-Brenda! I rose upright to make my way to the bed again… No, there’s more to come yet!
Porcelain Throne arose! I was extra heedful and got to the wet room without further hindrances. The flow started as my bottom hit the plastic lid. It came and came… and came! It was a Kharki, almost liquid type of evacuation. You know, the kind that leaves an uncomfortable sensation in your innards… well, my innards!
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