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I got the nocturnal pouch off of the catheter, and my mind wandered to last afternoon’s computer cock-up with the unknown message that informed me that WordPress could not access Jetpack, whatever that is, and would not let me save my work. Heres the wakkle that filled across the screen each time I tried to save the blog…
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. Would you believe this… I’d left my hot water tap (faucet) to run cold! My joy and excitement at finding the miracle of WordPress working faded to pointlessness. Boy, I was so angry with myself. This was made worse by the fact that I had no had a wash or shave, never mind a shower, in my haste to check the computer. Not a good start to the day anymore!
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.
Carer Shaquille arrived. After I got my medications done and 
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!
The second photo shows grated strong cheeses, a Cornish pastie, and a few beef slices on the offer price, which looked very nice on the packet, but they had 
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! Iceland certainly conned and mistreated me today. I felt more than a smidge irked by being treated like thi
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I struggled to get the chips and bread into the freezer. A lot of taking out of and reshuffling was needed, but I eventually got them all in.
A lot of bits and mess from the freezer drawers fell out on the floor while making room.
I took the made-up waste bag to the front door and back to check the kitchen. The floor needed to be hoovered and mopped again. Iceland… Grrr!
Had a massive-long ‘Out-Of-It’ Carer arrived, then Carer Kara, that much I know. But recalling what happened is impossible.
Hazey, confused, and uncertain about anything.
When the ladies left, I was still working on the blog, but it felt as if I’d been sleeping, nodding off all the time. I did once mention this to a nurse, who patiently listened to me as kept looking at her wristwatch. I think I gave up.
It was Carer Israel’s turn to call. I gave him some drink and nibbles of his choice. I’m sure I was nattering to him all the while once he’d finished the medications, but what of?
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.
I got the sausages out ready for when the oven heats up. I opened the packet of chopped tomatoes, put them in the saucepan, and salted them, adding a bit of basil to tang them up.
Saved all the work and closed down the computer
I took a snap off the meal. No SD card.
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Up at 0:15hrs. This photo on the right shows how it came, terrible and oh so blue, of the 
Nocturnal Catheter pouch. I did not have the foggiest idea of what I did wrong and tried another effort. That came out spot on what my eye saw. A too-deep colourisation in the urine again. Humph!
Off to the wet room. Diverting to the kitchen en route to ensure that I’d not left the taps (faucets), cooker on, or fridge or freezer door open. I took a snap 
of the morning view while doing the safety checks.
Eventually, it was ruled by an iron rod—or maybe a reluctant concrete torpedo. It was one of the longest evacuations, from start to finish, ever, leaving a highly stretched, pained bottom and slight bleeding. In fact, when I rose to tackle the cleaning up and freshening, I felt a bit giddy.
A quick ablutioning session, in which I did not have a shave or clean my teeth. But there is a perfectly understandable reason for this. I forgot to!
Another duff photo of the beet and legs was taken, so I tried again, and it was much better this time. The legs are getting much thinner, and the bones are showing through now! but
are more infrequent.
Carer Chris came, scoffed some nibbles and scrounged a drinkie. Hehehe! 
the windows. Paid the lad, and off he flew to his next client.
moved them one at a time into the kitchenette,
a reason for so many, but I don’t know what it is.
Or must have hit me because I recall nothing until 
arrived. The bad news is that Kara is 
going off on holiday for two weeks, so if I have trouble with the bank, they will only talk with Carer Kara as my representative or something, and I’ll be up the creek. Going to have nobody to check my finances or orders and no one to set my heart beating. Haha! Kara fitted the new catheter bag holder on my leg for me. I hope it helps because yesterday’s pain relief for me is now starting to come back on again. Kara also brought some Codeines; bless her.
I cut the pork pie into pieces, sliced tomatoes, and spread some of the gorgeous-tasting Flora Non-Butter butter thickly on some slices of Milk Roll bread. It’s a
What a feast it was with Heinz tomato ketchup and pickle! I got the hash brown thing frozen from Iceland
I may have the other one tomorrow.
A shot taken with Kodak Tim while I was washing up came out looking somewhat eerily. Haha! Another one for the Tate Gallery to reject.
Carer Chris returned, bringing the laundry up with him. He attached the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and whipped off my diabetic socks.
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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.
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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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Morning view. Later than usual, of course. I was still in bed when Carer Chris arrived.
I know where it went. Hehe!
Got the computer on, and went into a Mind-Blank stroke 
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The day bag had filled quickly again.
I went to the kitchen to get some potatoes in the slow cooker and took these two shots of the view.
I tried to get the Asda (Walmart) bag and label in the shot. They were called Asda Extra Special. Likely Special because some of them were in an especially terrible condition. See above! But, they did give me a moment of pareidoliaing, and I spotted features of a face and bald head on the skin of the spud. Can you see the lips, eyes and an ear in the picture?
Still, it comes!
Got the nibble box topped up.
Pork pies, beef pasties, Mediterranean vegetables, Eurgh-flavourless Moroccan tomatoes,& baguettes.
Turning a little lighter at last as the afternoon went on. Wonderful clouds.
Got the dressing gown to change into later.
This great shot was taken to the left of the kitchenette window.
This one is to the right.
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Morning view.
Through the balcony windows.
Afternoon views.
A few hours later. Bootiful!
Huh!. I missed this shot taken earlier.
I got it within 2 seconds… when I looked at the revealed answer. Hehehe!
The burnt potatoes from the large saucepan.
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I didn’t do a good job with my shot of the morning view. It looked right till I uploaded it. Tsk!
He started off last night.
I lost hours when this screen came up on the computer. I may have pressed something unintentionally, a combination? I’m always catching the Conrol, Windows or Alt button without sensing it. 
Amazing sky again, well, the clouds.
How did you do?
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may have been the natural culprit, but she might well have been supported to a degree, possibly, by 
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visit? It was embarrassing, annoying, angering, and so frustrating. I felt worth about tuppence after Kara found the mess, and sorted it for me. I’ll explain about this cock-up come 
now, to get it out of the road that I was so humiliated with committing. Here goes, then…
, and I went with dread in my innards to the wet room.
And there, in the midst of the man-made lake, the floor drain is not working because the shower has to be working for the drain to start. Kara bless her, got stuck into mopping up the flood and tipping; I think she said eight buckets of collected water in the WC. I’d left the damned hot water tap running again!
overnight. The problem was getting to sleep. I felt properly worn out as well, but Sweet Morpheus wasn’t letting me for an hour of more. Drifted off eventually. 
Not that it was planned, but I got the kitchen floor cleaned by using the Speed-mop. I wouldn’t use the mop and bucket, so as to save the hot water from running too cool, for when I planned this afternoon to have a jolly good wash and shaving session. (What with the later flood the hot water now being colder than the cold water, this 
did not happen. Huh!) Both cartilages were playing me up again.
Nearly missed this Kodak Tim photo I took when I was mopping the floor earlier. It was a good effort, but still pretty.
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I gathered the waste bags into a large bag and placed them near the front door. Then, I went into the kitchen to see what I could 
have for a treat for tonight’s meal. Potato chunks, peas and lamb burgers seemed a good idea to me. Then again, me and good ideas don’t really go together, if you know what I’m saying. Cause I have the tremendous ability to misread, miss-see, and miss-hear at the same time. Not to mention having a seizure, mind-blank, or forgetting where, what, why or how I was doing anything at any time.
Carer Chris returned the laundry, and I hung it up. Not the towels, I forgot to put them in the bag.
I took this shot of the front car park, but with little interest, I’m afraid. I was feeling so low about flooding Julie’s and my wet room. I think I’ve said above that ‘Guilt’ is the overbearing sentiment.
It suddenly went dark outside. This photo was taken on 
, and minutes later, the sun was coming through again?
I started to get the things ready for making a meal.
I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen sink this time!
. But, of course, this meant the water was cold again, and it ruined my hopes of getting the shower and shaving for tonight. I must get up early in the morning and get it done. My EQ just laughed at me when I wrote this? Wonder what are the odds of me getting up early? It will be 2½ days since I had a shower or shave. So I’m dirty bodily, struggling emotionally and mentally. 
I must get up as soon as I wake up… oh, the wet room might need more cleaning after using… I wish I 
I went to the wet room WC to empty the day pouch again. The urine smelt awful! What next should I moan and groan about?
But the potatoes let it down. They had been in the oven for longer that the 30 minutes it said on the wrapper, 40 minutes at least, but they were still undercooked. Disappointing! Everything else was great. With the help of sploshes of the ketchup, I did eat all of the potatoes… well, I was hungry!
She called to deal with me. She took off my diabetic socks. Brrr! She medicationalised me. She listened to my moaning about the events of the day. Well, she almost did. I can’t remember what it was about, but I’m sure we had a laugh or two. Likely from my tales of woe today?
I can’t even see it in the revealing photo?
I don’t want a day like this again!
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giving me grief. I lay there after they’d stopped, all warm and snug. I decided to stay there for a while longer… But no! The innards then burst into a threateningly long, gassy rumble! No choice now; I had to get to the ASAP! Which took me a lot longer than it should have. Why? I’ll tell yer! Hehe!
bled away, not to mention the pain (Oh, I did, sorry).
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session, ever. Especially with some of it getting splashed onto me, the bowl, the lid and the floor
I made up the waste bags into one. And realised that I was still carrying the night pouch around with me. What an absolute plonker!
king into the doorframe, so kept my good eye on the spacing, clever that I thought… 
…I tripped, banging the side of my mouth. Naturally, for me, anyway, I found afterwards that 
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and Gragnagles! I got the computer on and was using CorelDraw, but the delete button stopped working on the keyboard! Then, the mousse scroller went on strike as well.
I nervously tackle the computer again. It seemed to be working, not the delete button, but the mouse at least scrolled. 
Arrived. She was coughing a bit still. She was kind enough to check the dates on the stuff in the fridge, not that there’s much left in there other than opened sauce jars, visitors’ drinkies, and the pasty I’ll have tonight. Either I’ve lost the photo, or I’m going mad.
The wee-wee is not coming so fast today. And I’ve been trying to drink more after the farcical, ridiculous, losing battle I had in the wet room. Humph!
Carer Kara came. Usual visit and Domestic today. I was so glad at last to get some help. 
calls. 
I got some potato cubes from the freezer and got them sorted out, getting rid of those I could that had the dreaded eye roots in them. These were Sainsbury’s, too, not Asda (Walmart). They probably get them from the same place. 
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kicked off the moment I moved my left leg. But her joint was utilised to help me bend down to clean up my exuviated skin. The pain and efforts resulted in many visits from 
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You’ll notice that no night bag was attached.
dying. Maybe some effect from 
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operation, cleverly leaving me with double-vision, and some wonderfully uplifting new skills, like walking into door frames, tripping over unseen objects, and the latest, bending down and hitting left-open cupboard door corners when rushing to turn off hot water tap (faucet), that I so regularly leave to run cold. 
I closed the left-open fridge door! I am so glad I wrote this bit now. My food could have decayed! As I am. Hehehe! Where was I? Oh, yes, the urine nocturnal pouch I forgot to put on. Remembered to ask the last Carer to take off my socks last night. 
The Iceland order arrived. 
The only good thing about the order. 
Food!
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It was nowhere near as bad as yesterday’s. But coming around afterwards, it took me a long time to get into a condition where I could tackle checking the blog work. It didn’t help that I had made so many errors.
Fantastic, beautiful cloud shots.
Maybe a 5 on the NHS chart.
Back to the wet room.
I had a pareidoliaising feast with this one.
Can anyone see them? 
Was the catheter pouch still a deep colour?
The late evening clouds seemed to be determined to come to the fore. You can imagine, methinks, what I saw at first with my left double-vision eye. Haha!
The bland, pale, undercooked Iceland chicken legs, substituted for the not available thighs, tasted like cardboard would, I imagine. The Heinz beans were also unremarkable. The instant potatoes were very nice, especially with the Heinz pickle-flavoured ketchup.
Took this last shot of the sky.
I managed to find five of them.
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gave way on me. The bum bounced down into the recliner, and I got an instant comment from Harold’s Haemorrhoids as they burst, bled and stung. Bad enough, you may think? This is where comedy came into the morning’s equation! I’d fallen on the TV remote, and there I was in the middle of cursing and verging on self-pity as the TV came on. That momentarily confused me, realised what had happened and got some kitchen roll in the Protection Pants, as I now had 
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released yesterday.
Throughout the day, the bleeding was far, even less than it is usually. Had a wash & shave.
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was getting better bit by bit. 
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blame.
As per usual, the end car parking turnaround area had its regular little bit of a mudslide in it again.
about the three times the bill was taken from the debits another time. She ran out of time today. 
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, I’d discover I’d been doing the blog, mopping the kitchen floor, or started cooking something while out of it. A 
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But the meal was worth the hassle. 