THE SUICIDAL TORY FUTURE
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Got bedded down last night, well, this morning at around 03:20hrs, and low & behold, 
was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, 
, convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, lost balance, and I sat down again, with a foggy head.
Then I realised it was Sunday…
The Night Pouch
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and 
. Hehehe! Too dark a colour.
The legs look a little rough again.
No pains with them, yet.
Got some spuds in the crock pot.
Then felt the need for the 
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Well, 
was done after three days. But of course 
meant a mess to clean up.
Waste Bags Sorted.
Carer Rahmat arrived. Did the issuing of the medications, eye drops, painkillers & Peptac were given. A little natter, which I appreciated. Took her BP and temperature. Very good, see above.
I felt so different again this morning. Plain weary, but the balance was much better. I got on with the mammoth job of catching up on yesterday’s blogging. Things started annoyingly…
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! Very slow work this time. I feared I might even fall asleep in the computer chair. I must try to get some decent sleep in.
I was amazed again, at how the time flew by – it was the midday call already. The blog was making progress, slowly. Rahmat at last accepted a drink I offered a choice of. Bless her!
Got the blog posted at long last. And made a start on the Ode for today’s Inchy Today. I think it took me over three hours, and then later I found spelling mistakes in it. 
, I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got. 
Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?
Still struggling with the editing, and I forgot all about taking any photos until early evening. I’d been nibbling; in fact, I ate all of the remaining Le Petit bikkies!
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
This is singularly worrying. It’s never happened before? Could it be the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me!
Very peculiar situation. Not only not drinking tea, but failing to take photos of the clouds for my pareidoliaing!
I took a snap of the afternoon sky and grabbed another orange lolly from the freezer. Hahaha!
Bootiful!
Continued with the blog for several slow-moving hours, and went to take photographs of the later evening. I was struggling then 
and 
were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up.
Carer Benjamin arrived. I hadn’t heard him, cause even if I had hearing aids in, I couldn’t hear the dooorchime when in the kitchen or wetroom. He was right behind me and made me jump a smidge. Which brought a much-needed smile. He’d been standing there a while and noticed how I was struggling with the Kodak. He whipped out his mobile phone and took these photos for me, bless his cotton socks.
Then a closer shot of the houses.
That was kind of Benjamin.
So I took a snap of the lad.
Offered a cold drinkie in thanks, and he got the medications sorted. Then the eye drops were put in. He’s a clever lad, and noticed the shaking in my… well, all over really. Hehehe!
He’ll be back, just like Arnie, later for the Catheter night bag fitting. After Benjamin departed, I got on with updating this blog, to here. But mental fatigue, mistake-making and lack of sleep made me stop. I hope I’ll be back later too.
Took this shot of the attractive early-night clouds.
Did some more blogging catch-up, and then Carer Benjamin returned for his last visit. During which, he took this shot with the Kodak, of the scratches & bruises on the left leg 0 which must have been acquired, Thursday, on the last of the 
falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did.
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He also noticed that the leg was swelling up, compared to the state of the right one. One battered body, one distorted brain,
hearing problems, seeing problems, money running out at a fast rate, 
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problems; 
bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. 
is visiting much more often lately, and the previously nocturnal only , is now apparently on a new 24/7 roster. My 
are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this 
is making things worse?
Just thought I’d mention them. To help whippersnappers who just may read this, to know what they can expect. So, keep on with the cannabis; it helps. (Guilt developing!)
I bedded down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. But refused to let me sleep, even gave me a few sharp awakenings. I got up a few times, and wobblingly carried and 
to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Sunset, taken earlier.
Blissful!
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?
Back to try to sleep again, and I realised how little had been passed urine-wise, into the night pouch.
Took a photo with the flash on…
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A perfect colour though. Bet it will have darkened by morning.
Not sure when I managed to get to sleep. But recall that had me wakened twice, all the other jerking-awakes were due to 
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May Your Fortunes and Festivities Ferment with Good Food too!
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I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on 
; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion
Newly spotted legs.
and 
Swelling up again.
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However, for the first time in months, the 
internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes…
Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.
Window shot to the left.
Then to the right.
Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at 
Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.
It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses.
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Nocturnal wee-wee a little dark this morning.
Amazing… Green fluid from the bleeding teeth?
Medicationings
Germoloid and Germolene tubes getting near to empty.
The usually dithering session over which of the Protection Pants to put on. Used the smaller Asda unisex ones!
The ends of the toes are going properly white now?
Tea for two, well, just for me, I made a brew
Blepharitis gel and eye spray applied
Kitchen morning view
Waste bags sorted out
View of the balcony from indoors.
Went onto the balcony to take this car par shot of the excellently parked vehicles.
What a terrible photo! He looks like a transparent ghost in this picture. Wonder who it is? Hahaha!
with a rattling good contribution by 
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Tomatoes, instant mash with some Leicester cheese added to it, and the battered balls were done in the air-fryer. 
Even if I do say so myself! 
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Waste bags sorted out.
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Could have been anything really?
Although terrible photos, I discerned that it was indeed a cat.
Five carrier bags fool!
The bleach in the barfs was leaking a bit or had leaked judging by the smell.
Ah, grand nosh to nibble! I’m unsure how or why I ordered three packets of ready-sliced and seasoned potatoes?
Got some replacements for the nurses, drivers and carers’ treats shelf in the front room.
Make a great brew of Glengettie tea!
, returned
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might help me pull out of whatever it was that had a grip on me. So, I did!
The teeth bled profusely after cleaning those I had left.
The tiny nicks shaving also flowed more blood than usual.
Headed butting the shower power box didn’t go well. Hehe!
chimed from the doorbell, as in walked the Carer. I was late getting the meal, and he was a little early coming, but no bother, other than the meal was cold by the time he has done his bit and departed. Still, he was kind enough to photographicalise me, pretending to eat the meal. Hahaha!
Despite the lack of heat, I still enjoyed it.
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Kitchen ahead.
Kitchen zoom in on the City Hospital.
Balcony end car park view.
Ablutions – Porcelain Throning.
Rubbish Bags Sorted.
First Mug of Glengettie Tea.
Asda, email with a list of shortages for today’s order.
Cheesy curls for the week.
Got stored away.
Well stocked?
Plenty of choices for them now.
Shelled some pod peas, and added them to the rice and veg. Sea salt, and veg Oxo. 
Tested them after adding a can of chunky veg soup
and kindly hung up the dressing gowns for me. ♥
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Night pouch.
About a 4 on the NHS Richter-Scale
The quantity was higher, though!
Waste bags.
Ablutions.
Bootiful!
CorelDrawing.
Cleaning the hob.
Waste of time, that was.
Iceland Delivery..
Food, Glorious Food!
More Food, Glorious Food!
Early evening.
Meal.
Later sunset!
Second mug of Glengettie!
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failed yet again. I gave up!
I enjoyed watching the game. Not one of the best technically, but well fought by both sides. Norway did not play well at all. But credit to them, they never stopped trying all the same.
The night bag I attached so late was quite full. That is a good sign!
For the first time in days, the legs looked a little blotchier?
To a snap of the balcony, and had to respond to the sudden need to utilise the 
For the first time in weeks, 
I spent a good while on the crosswording, as I did my best to force things along… not very successful, but got there eventually. The cracks in the ceiling added up to 17 this morning.
Got a brew of Glengettie made, and checked with the notepads to remind me of last night’s events. I began to update the Saturday blog; but not for long, thanks to 
Later Morning views.
returned… Five minutes later…
addicted 
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Late afternoon view!
The internet hasn’t been down for twenty-five minutes!
Paperwork for Kara gathered together.
The second and last mug of tea was taken.
A decent effort this time.
Evening Sky shots
From different angles.
High in the sky, below.
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adopted! However, I did leave the oven on a high setting after making the meal later on for three extra hours. Certainly warmed up the flat! I ate the terrible meal and fell asleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
I realised also that the tablet Finasteride, for reducing my prostate size so I might be 
able to see of my own accord through Little Inchie, is a morning one, but it didn’t look like them? I discovered a strip of Warfarin tablets was put back in the Finasteride box!
What, me… Worried?
Removed the night pouch, initially with ease…
As I got up right after bending, two of my ailments had a go at me at the same time. 
, onto the Protection Pants, the new dressing gown and trickling down the back of my legs! 
I wrapped the bloodied stuff and pants wrapped in a blue bag and put them in the waste bag. Then off to the wet room.
soon stopped leaking.
Well, without my glasses on, the towel sort of blended into the white of the WC. Haha! 
My rear-end Whoopsiedangleplops was tended to first. Not bleeding now, but tender to touch or sit down for a while. Hehe! The ointment eased things considerably for me.
Areas attached to 
Little 
was painfully creamed. (It always is!)
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This one was taken through the glass.
Methinks the front room needs tidying up?
Back into the wet room to have another look for the missing long-distance spectacles.
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It looked okay, and smelt nice… but was
The potatoes were tasteless, with far too much garlic. The chunks were also bland and tough to chew!
I had, what I consider to be one of my worst (Most Painful) ever, 
. I used so much bad language and got a sore throat afterwards! I’m only joking, I didn’t get a sore throat!) I did take this photographicalisation of the evening view, from the kitchenette window, though.
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ever returning. The rattling in my head from the consistent 
Great balls of fire! 
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, I could spit! That’s the second night I’ve failed to check the taps and cooker, and lost all the hot water! Both me and the Carer, actually. NO HOT WATER to do the ablutions with. No way am I going to risk carrying hot water about again, after the last scoldings I gave myself, carrying it to the wet room for shaving with. At least it didn’t overflow.
I rose around 02:00hrs and took off the night catheter bag from the 
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water tap running cold as you like. Self-condemnation and hatred spouted from my mind and loins, I was annoyed with me! This was despite having a sign up in the hallway opposite 
the door, that Carer Richard had kindly done and stuck up on the airing cupboard door for me to use to remind myself and other carers. As I said earlier, thank heavens I’d not left the plug in 
the sink! Could have been a lot worserer, I suppose. Humph! I took these two terribly bad photos of the morning view from the kitchenette window. Then cleaned up the mess in the sink and draining board. 
I got the waste bags sorted ready, and went to get the computer on… always a nerve-shattering thing, hope that Liberty Global will, might, maybe it’ll work… But No! I should have known better than that, shouldn’t I?
It was not having the quick solutions to come back on this morning. In the end, I had to lose what bit of work I’d done on CorelDraw, WordPress and the Ode – Spit, Spit, Spit!
could come back on in ten minutes or so. 
I got my first mug of Glengettie made and enjoyed it. A lovely strong brew! Have way through gulping it down and 
chimed out as the Carer arrived for the first visit. It was the new gal, Marilyn or Maria I think her name is. Nice gal; we managed a few minutes of chin-wagging in between. Nice lady.
Both, as you can see, came out weirdly reflective, if that’s the right word. I wonder what I did wrong this time?
Made the semi-prepared meal. The spuds were done in the slow cooker, halved and a splatter of BBQ sauce was applied. The fresh garden peas with a bit of mint in them were gorgeous!
Lips, faces, & a spear?
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NHS Scale 4
Sprayed the slippers.
Kitchen.
Kitchen morning view.
Not sure why I took this one – or even meant to?
Took these snaps of the view from within the outer foyer.
Then as the time neared for the bus, out to the bus shelter.
Taking this snap of the traffic island outside the flats. The wind was blasting the weeds and plants all over.
I felt the catheter pouch dropping… Dam It! After all that time preparing everything to go out, I’d not emptied the pouch! I cringed as I had to ask if there was anywhere I could empty it. The lady kindly took me through the back of the shop, through some narrow junk rooms; she even helped
I needed an eye spray and Gel. The tears were drying far too quickly, and the grit-in-the-eye scenario needed the spray. I can’t recall how much they each were, but the total was £23! pound
I was foolishly tempted to buy more veg knuckles and a large potato.
Then a grinding hobble back up Winchester Street Hill.
I think the hobble earlier helped me cope with it easier this time.
Approaching the left turn to the flats, which was not in view yet.
Almost there…
These wildflowers
caught my attention again, as the poor things were getting battered by the winds.
A Prisoner’s… no, Tenant’s detail updating was done.
At the end, Near the swipe door…
A photo of the overgrown natural greenery!
The knuckle and the potato.
giving me a break…
was kind as well… then as heavenly peace arrived… I think was beginning a peaceful dream with a HRH Petal-Lisa and me in a railway carriage, dining… somewhat 
the landline burst into flashing mode.
I jerked awake, my glasses dropped of my head… I carefully (I thought) rose from the recliner; knocking off a bottle of spring water and the torch off of the ottoman… nearly lost my balance going the two paces nodded to get to the telephone, and responded with a pleasant, ‘Good Evening’ quote. It was the 
, with the results of the blood test. My INR had gone up to 4.2 for some reason, so the new dosages were given to me. Struggling to hear what the receptionist was saying didn’t matter this time; it was easy to hear… one each night! I thanked her and nearly tripped over the bottle of spring water as I went to the carers table and change the dosage on the Meridian book cover. 
Within about ten minutes the door chime chimed out its; 
It was Carer Chris coming for the last call of the day. Nice and early too, I was half asleep. He got the 
and
on the eye; the gel application hurt a smidge as I recall after it was put on, but nothing too bad.
Oh, just found this photo that I missed off!