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Yet another day, busier than ever. This will be a condensed version comment-wise, I’m sorry. So many extraneous, unexpected, confusing situations that needed attention.
Good old Liberty Global-Virgin Media let me down so many times again, perfectly timed to lose the work I was doing on almost every occasion… Hours lost in the day, repeating actions that had already been done.
Carer arrived to help with the banking and paperwork sorting, I hour, bless him. Lift arranging was farcical and time-consuming… but more irritatingly, still not sorted. Grrr!
Domestic Carer Denise helped out, but of course, I can’t find stuff now. Hehehe! Nice lady. Easy-Link rang; they can do the Bank run after all – this got my confusion glowing, and I am not sure what’s what about this or the Hospital run next Tuesday. I changed the calendar date and times, but deleted the wrong one and have no idea what the timing was on the hospital run. Rand EasyLink to check, but they had closed for the day.
The first 
evacuation visit was reminiscent of the H-Bomb! The second one, a 
, a complete reversal.
As for the flourish of 
, I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha!
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Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning.
This may not seem it to you, but I have protanopia.
Usual early activities.
Remembered the underarm cream.
Waste bags collated.
Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like.
No chance – decaf tastes horrible!
View from the computer chair.
Got on the computer to check the comments and see if WordPress will allow me to reply to them today… and…
Carer arrived. Can’t recall much about it, I was livid with hatred for the $26.4 salaried, with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account, Mr Fries of Liberty-Global; who still can’t get his overpriced, pathetic Virgin Media internet service working. Just Jealously, of course!
Domestic arrived, then another Carer.
Back onto the computer…
Had to do the whole-hog procedure to get Smoke & Mirrors. money manipulator Mr Fries, utter-crap service back on. Save what the computer allowed me to – box off, plug out, waited the five minutes as instructed – computer off, then rebooted, and reset the router box, and waited…
Waited some more…
Emptied the catheter bag.
Waited some more…
Aha, it came back online; Well done to number-crunching, artful deception, flimflam, and hokum expert Fries!
Denise arrived as the Carer was about to tend to the eye drops for me. My mind of all over the place, and multiple mind meanderings started: Got to sort the time out for the hospital lifts… 
started swinging, joining in with 
… I must phone and cancel the taxi for tomorrow… the Carer didn’t say if he was escorting me or not… no problem if not, now that 
could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… 
was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled.
But only for half an hour or so. Then…
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After two hours of blogging, mind you, many mistakes were made. Hard to believe I know, but…
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Not for so long this time.
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Had to get some more of the Soda water from the kitchen and stocked up the ottoman tray with some.
Packed-up trying to get any blogging done. Why? See below!
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ARGH!
Got a meal made-up in a short time. Sweet & sour rice, done in the microwave. Added a can of garden peas to it in the saucepan, & added extra Sweet & Sour sauce.
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Two bread rolls. Two mini-pots of desserts
Taste Rating 6/10.
Took these snaps as I was washing up the pots.
About five minutes between taking them.
Bootiful!
Got done in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and the late Carer, Chris arrived. Then Carer Richard came to return the paperwork for the hospital trip, telling me no need for a carer to go with me. Fair enough! Glad I managed to get booked for it, cause from the tram or bus stop, it is a heck of a trek to get to the EENT, and they take me into the department as well. Looking good. I thanked Richard, and off he went. Chris got the eye drops in and attached the 
night pouch for me.
I went on a safety check of taps, stove, windows etc.
And had a long period of 
. With this single snap taken from the kitchenette window…
has never been better!
I saw so many things in this photo;
A tear in the fabric of space.
Lips, a nose, a mouth, lips and eyes.
Another face in the Sun-spot far left, facing the left side view.
I imagine others out there would see other things?
TTFNski, folks!
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To the right, and the City Hospital.
Straight ahead.
Eerie?
Wider.
Odd slippers?
I’ll try to remember on the next call.
Bootiful clouds were coming out when I made my next cup of Glengettie.
Going a smidge dark, though?
The new day catheter, with the ‘Dodgy’ loose valve trigger, at least had some better-coloured urine contents this time.
gave me one of his famously-hated 
routines just as I was opening a jar of soya pieces for later. Naturally, this didn’t irk or bother me in the slightest. No swearing, spitting, gnashing of what few teeth I have left, or questioning the Lord over my bad luck, oh, no. I took it all in my stride. even when I got a stubbed toe on the Hoover, cleaning the mess up. Grrr!
And the car park on Chestnut Way outside.
Tow spaces are free! Blimey!
Obviously, I had not recovered from the Mind-Blank.
I copied the latest Health Check results onto the whiteboard to use them later in the graphic… Then realised I’d erased the new figures from the board and not the old ones. This can happen to anyone; I understand that.
, thanks to the chaffing from 
tube inserted in Little Inchy? What am I waffling about? Why? 
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Last call from the Carer, and again I forgot to remind him about the laundry bag again! 
TTFN
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. During which, I observed, felt and swore about that agony the sole (Just under the toes) of my right foot was in! Another new ailment had arrived! No name was given to it, cause I pray it is only going to be a temporary one
When I wriggled the toes, only three of them moved? When I stood up, my balance was all over the place, and the pain, just from the one foot, I classed as a 3-rating. Later in the day, it did ease off – until the evening, around 19:00hrs, then it returned? I was hobbling somewhat.
Came to sort the medications. He told me today was the replacement day for the 
. I hadn’t any idea… the damned 
is not easing off. I’ve got the second assessment tomorrow afternoon at the 
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, I had an 
. I managed to fit in an 
. No real harm was done.
and I think it was 
called. The notes on the pad when I got around to doing this bit were of no help at all. A Scrawl!
for ages; cause hours of the day had been lost. I put this on the list to tell the nurse tomorrow.
Damned decent of him.
Anywhere was alright with me
Aha, got some washing-up liquid this week.
And to aid my following the nurse’s repeated commands and instructions. I’d got many bottles of spring water in.
Did the evening medicationings.
Rang to confirm their lift for the afternoon tomorrow. Nice!
Too tired out and stressed to bother making a meal.
on and medicate me. Hehe!
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from the door chime.
Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in…
The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… 
These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending.
kicking off, my spirits sank.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the 
applied both Germoloids &Â 
Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the
eye drops into the 
right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I?
The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted.
This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an
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A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
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I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. F
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Early morning shots.
Health Check Log
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on.
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I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans.
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easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. 
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Let’s assess the problems I’ve had to endure these last few days: or should I?
I’ve got a little muddled up here. Things may be out-of-chronological timing from here onwards.
When I was brewing my first mug of Glengettie tea. I put the milk in and got blotches of manky milk floaters in the mug. Humph!
The results, as decreed by the NHS analyser, put me in the Hypertension – Red One Zone. But, so close to being in the High-Normal pink. So that’ll do me.
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came. Kara took the washing and returned it, putting them away for me ♥.
I went to get something to eat. After a look at what food options I had, I decided on Cottage pie, rosti potatoes, cobs and BBQ sauce. 
and this was the reason for the pains in my chest that had been lingering all day long and getting worse the longer I went without any pain relief from Ailment 19 – Anne Gyna! Charly gave me two extra Paracetamol tablets and Took the waste bag with her as she left for the chute.
While watching TV. Woke an hour or so later, took a wee-wee, 
getting bad again. Washed the pots and returned to watch the end of the film; it had about 5 minutes to run
The first effort was taken hanging out of the window straight down on Chestnut Way, the road and the car park. What looked like a fire engine, or stretched limousine, was, in fact, it was a normal car speeding out of the complex. I hope it wasn’t one being stolen!
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The pulse was fine again, for five days on the trot now.
Off to the wet room, I trotted with the clothing needed.
first. I could have made a marathon tale of what took place, but haven’t the time now. Suffice it to say nuggets, pain and pong.
, she’s been good lately to me as well, but her cunning timing today ensured that I gleaned many cuts of varying degrees from the razors. Now’t really serious, though.
when your not going out?) And made a mug of Glengettie, and went onto the computer, to update the Monday blog. 
I’d let the tea go cold, so ventured into the kitchenette to get the kettle on again… Guess what?
scribble pad: Dementia Doreen is withholding the actual memories. So, not much detail, I’m afraid. 
I do recall this rather sad-looking meal that I made. Two sourdough baps, six potato-Rostis. A liberal portion of BBQ sauce for sipping into. And a pot of the soya lemon yoghourt. But I did enjoy it, and I spotted a scribbled 8.4/10 on the notepad. Which I assumed to be 
the taste rating given? 
Appeared, and we soon had the medications done. I was waffling again, Tsk!
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As I was now located in the wet room, I decided to get the ablutions done
increased this morning. Only four, though, no bad ones.
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Although not bleeding then, had been during the night and had scabbed.
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.
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, Chloramphenicol Eye Drops, and 
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!
I’ll have something simple
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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Rinses and cleaned, and went out into the kitchen to get the kettle on.
were not giving me any bother?
Then, as I was making the tea, there seemed to be water all over the countertop. 
the bleach that was delivered on… erm… last week.
them?
Came in, the poor thing was yawning again. Hehe! Got the medications sorted, and as if something had clicked during this visit, my concentration began to return?
Oh, I nearly forgot; I asked her to take a look at the dates on the Enoxaparin hypodermics. 
The noisy neighbour from above kicked off big time with his banging and clanging. The concentration was lost again. But I pressed on, not doubt missing many errors, and making more, I got the blog finished. Then made up an Ode for today and then one for tomorrow. 
Not bad, down a little anyway!
The potatoes in the oven looked like a giant passion fruit when I took a look. Hehehe! I dished it and had the last two Sourdough cobs well-buttered.
My being lucky enough not to have any 
grew! I was sure that something favourite suspected, 
mission to check every room.
. I quickly pulled the belt to close the buckle – (bearing in mind these belts were only bought 3 or 4 weeks ago from Amazon). The buckle shot off, hitting the computer screen at the other end of the room, and the perfect trouser drop (Comedy-wise) was performed! I later found the buckle pin, three rivets and an unidentified metal ring on the floor.
This ended any of my enjoyment of or seeing the funny side of the occasion.
Kept down to just two mini-ones. Then under the shower. After today’s start with the trousers, somehow, I enjoyed the unrushed showering session greatly. Oh, and the showering, I kid you not, was 
free! 
On the memory pad on the side of the computer, it said, “Took photos” 
was Kylie who arrived, and she got the medications sorted. She was in a hurry, but she kindly read the first part of this blog about the trousers and said it read hilariously and that I should show it to the other Carers. Hehehe! That cheered me up magnificently! She took the bin bag with her as she left, and I clearly remember locking the door.
I finally got on with creating this blog – sounds so easy, doesn’t it? But, no! 
Oh, blimey, I’ve just remembered the mushrooms that I put in the slow cooker – around 15 hours ago! 
Sunday AM, late, very late, updated this blog.
Made the most belated meal; BBQ rice (microwaveable), with 7-Mediterranian roasted vegetable sauce heated in the saucepan. A lemon yoghourt. and got settled. No mushrooms, of course!