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A bright morning with snow.
Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!
Down to just four 
visits today.
Email from Asda – order on its way.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Asda order arrived.
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Pondered on whether to have casserole for a nosh?
Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Note that it is not full!
Tried the Vegan butter later. It didn’t
spread well, but tasted grand!
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
above… Not the houses, which I reckon must either have
a Cannabis farm in the loft, that, or they are so rich
that they can afford to heat the attic? Hehehe!
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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
Well, it was the wildly wagging tail of the dog
mainly. Boy, that dog loved the snow!
During the day, I had the attention of Carer Josef,
Carer Adele, also & I think Carer Carolynne.
But since the arrival of 
any name could well be the wrong one.
Sorry about that!
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
previous sessions were a watery-gurgling mess.
This one was the complete opposite..
lost out to the new King
of the Throne’s return – 
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followed the evacuation.
Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out...
And pulled the 
tubing
that was stuck in Little Inchie. Naturally, this left poor
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Undaunted by this mini-series of 
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I made a refreshing mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea…
Taking the first drink of it at the computer,
gave me a nudge,
and the mug and tea dropped from my grasp!
Of course, I took this in my usual casual, calm,
devil-may-care-but-not-me nonchalance.
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I was close to crying with frustration!
I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that
I needed them; I’d gone a smidge.OTT without them.
The plant butter on the bread rolls tasted wonderful.
Did a bit on this blog, mostly getting things wrong, lost
all concentration as my eyes failed, and my head
drooped. I gave up!
Would you believe it? Another visit!
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(I think) it was, who arrived). Or was it Carer Charly. I can’t recall which came first now. With the fretting over the bank account being frozen… nothing else mattered for a while.
Then, a telephone call came in!.
I can’t recall seeing the fridge so barren of food. 
This is the 2nd check colour.
Took this immediately after getting off the phone for the second time… I was more than concerned. So many possible different outcomes that may mature. Talking of mature… I must check the dates on the food in the fridge… Silly me! There are only strawberry desserts in there.
I was weeing well
I took these over about half an hour.
To the left…
To the right…
Higher up. ahead.
Higher still…
Even though dour, it looks beautiful to me.
Last effort.
An oven-cooked baton of bread. Two pots of dessert – well, one of them was on its last eat-by-date.
to use. Chemist & District nurse communication problems?
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Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan.
as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Sorry I did now! 
Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
to the 
for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good.
or at worst, an 
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Urine is much bloodier.
A sudden fill-up nearly caught me out!
Extra painkillers imbibed.
Called. Soon off after a little one-way natter. 
Late morning photo.
Again, not a lot for the money spent!
The fridge was looking well stocked now.
Had to constantly squeeze the tubing into the catheter.
and backed-up bladder full of blood clots and urine was wearing me down.
This new day pouch is just not getting its due supply of urine. It just stays in the bladder infecting everything else in there, and then occasionally, not very often, it fills up with a rush when I can get the blood clots through.
An hour later, the red blood in the urine was turning back to the brown colour it has been for the last four days.
Caught a photo of the end of the sunset.
Ersatz bacon, spuds with some BBQ sauce, and tomatoes.
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But the wee-weeing was betterer, more of it!
Morning view.
The front room searched for the missing Nokia.
Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening his grip on the evacuationing… had time to have a go at the crossword.
Stripped and got a stand-up wash and shave.
Later, view after the ablutioning, medicationing and dressing.
Computer on, Email from Iceland.
I love those mini roast potatoes. But with them coming so early, had to open the packs and put them in lose to get them in the freezer. Not only that but to get the cheesy potato special offer ready-made meals in, I had to dish some of the stuff already in the freezer to make room!
At least the wee-wee was, I thought, flowing much better.
Oh, Boy! It was delicious! The best ready-made tasting meal I’ve ever had!
Oh, the bag is full again.
Sunset through the balcony window!
Blimey, that filled up quick!
Mystery Photo
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Morning view, first photo.
Car parking on Chestnut Way
Delivery arriving for someone
The carer, Jodie, tried to ring the Doctors for me.
The sun tried to come out for a while.
Starting to get dark early today.
Where did I put the hearing aids?
Had a job getting any of the collection of old
I made start eating this great-flavoured nosh.
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But being the fave heroic, pain-taking, sod-em-all that I am, it was no sweat taking the agony from the Mystery-Rib-pains as I bent down. 
Hehe! I stopped crying anyway. There was not much wee-weeing done overnight again.
Appointment either waited on, transport to be arranged for. Worried in case the time and dates would clash when they did arrive. Cataract repair and new Cornea at the QMC EENT Centre. They cannot do the cataract in the left eye until the right one is done and settled. Then there is Glaucoma in the left eye; and Saccade in the right eye… Tsk! I’ll never live long enough to get them done! I was looking forward to seeing what St. Peter looks like at the gates, as well. Hehehe!
The Coppice, next visit in February. Brain Scans are to be done to find out which type of Doreen Dementia I have.
The DVT Clinic and the Warfarin anticoagulation Clinic appointments have been cancelled and may or may not be reissued.
Going back in apparently in a fortnight, as the catheters are not clearing the bladder of urine at all.
, or heavens above, with the guilty of giving me many a tumble 
The kind, caring. vampire in the flat above. launched into one of his clunk-thudding mechanical serenades.