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I rose rapidly from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recline, the moment I stirred. Did a few press-ups and shadowboxing, and go with the weights… 
I’ll try again…
I woke up coughing with the odd sneeze and bent down to remove the 
night pouch. 
Almost immediately 
and the most annoying 
kicked off. Then my spectacles fell off of my head. I dropped the picker-upperer retrieving them. Now, the hinges are even loser and more delicate than they were before! 
And the 
which the picker-
upperer fell on, are sorer!
I lifted the bag to see how much had been passed in the night, and the colour to record on the log. Carer Sam later confirmed it was a level four.
I made up the waste bags. Then I washed the pots. Went to make a brew of tea, and had to shoot off (Well, hobbled) to the wet room in response to the innards rumbling and rear-passageway’s seemingly-urgent emissions of winds. I fumbled my way and 
got the PP’s down, tearing them in my haste.
Then just sat there waiting for something to move for ages. Couldn’t see to do the crosswording, or count the cracks on the ceiling. Worra life! Hehe!
Good heavens look at the time; it’s gone 19:00hrs. I’ll have to do the rest in quick mode, or I’ll not get owt to eat.
Carer Sam called, and we had a little natter.
Carer Jodie next. Good, short chinwag.
Then I got the call from QMC EENT.
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I tried to call EasyLink to book a lift there and back.
But no answer – weekend again, innit! Things needing help, always come at the weekend! I asked the evening Carer to make sure I’m reminded to call them again Monday morning.
Then I rang Meridian to inform them.
Got some blogging done.
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and then the all kicked off within about an hour, ruining my joy at getting the cataract appointment!
Through the balcony window.
A second shot shows the fallen-off curtains. Humph!
Afternoon wee-wee. A good colour!
Nice few this afternoon.
Check on the worker-free house.
Finally, the first mug of Thompson Punjana tea.
Four cookies only are allowed. (Alright, I had five!)
Second visit to the 
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It took me about 25 minutes.
In command again.
I think I may have put this on earlier in the week.
It’s the latest date from about mid-April when first reporting the fault. It keeps getting retimed for later.
Jenny emailed me asking if she can do anything , bless her cotton socks and lovely nature. ♥
PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
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Bootiful!
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The top shot was taken to the left, bottom one to the right from the kitchenette window.
I stopped the blood from trapping my digit in the can opener.
Fodder time – back later on. TTFN
I’m back!
What a sky that developed. No pareidoliaising, though.
But so beautiful. I’ll ask Tim in New Mexico what these
are called; he’ll know. Clever chap & Ether-Mate.
The evening 
arrived as I was prepping the meal. Good timing. Gave my back a dose of painkiller cream.
No tablets needed, painkillers, I meant. With the back pain gel having Ibuprofen, in it, I expect it will help a little without extra tablets to cope with 
.
Usual night prescription meds dealt out.
What another feast. A mixed bag of a hotpot, stew, call it what you will. Two defrosted bread rolls, to funk in the liquid… which had in it: Fresh leeks, baked potatoes and a can of thick vegetable soup; with my secret ingredients. Although they won’t be now cause I’m telling you. Hehehe!
Borscht beetroot juice and some peas. A decent splash of BBQ sauce, veg oxo cubes, sea salt, and baked potato cubes.
Followed by…
Some delicious vegan ice cream!
Overall Taste Rating: 9.2/10!.
Grrreat!
The best bit, is I have enough left in the saucepan, to have the same tomorrow – with different sliced potatoes as a side!
Turned off the computer, and went to take more shots of the ever-changing sky view.
Nice!
Then I got down in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, to watch some ‘Heartbeat’ on TV.
Last call from 
, who attached the night pouch to 
. No educational prescription tablets were needed, but I did take some Peptac.
In hopes of getting up early to have a good shave, shower and scrub-up, followed by a freshening up & medication of the outer and some inner areas; I prayed as I settled back into the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner; For Sweet Morpheus to be kind to me… Of course, there was not a ghost of a chance! Not tonight, yet he let me fall asleep twice… no, three times at the hospital on Thursday?
No 
at all. Well, not to the usual standard. Yet despite this, and feeling so tired and worn out mentally, sleep, getting off to sleep, took me hours of absolute boredom and frustration. After a few hours, I noticed that the 
had barely any urine in it?
So, I rose up delicately from the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed 
, and went off to the kitchenette to get another bottle of soda water; hopefully to encourage urination.
The view from the window revealed a part moon, so, back to get the Kodak to try and get a decent shot of it…
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My dodgy leg caught on the long tube of the . Yes, I wand up on one knee… the one with the day pouch on it, but thankfully it did not burst – how with all my body mass landing, I don’t know; but was glad about that! Sore and embarrassed, annoyed, and peed off, yes!
Crawled on all-fours to the wet room, and used the not been working for two months WC tank and bowl, to get myself upright again on my feet. Gave the pouch a further check; all looked okay, and rubbed some Dettol in the knee lesions. 
But I was determined to take some photos of the moon!
Limping a little more now, I returned to the kitchen.
Perturbedly, I now had 
as well as 
attending me. Followed as got ready to take the pictures, by an 
, courtesy of 
… it took a while for them to relent as well. So the photos did not come out very well
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Disappointed in my photographicalisationings. But I felt sure I’ll be able to get to sleep, at least?
But No…
As I was closing the window belatedly, I clouted my knee on the radiator…
It left a dent in the metal… as I hit it,
did at the same time!
But was I annoyed, in pain, bleeding, angry, fed-up?
A man of my calibre? Oh, No!
I wiped away the tears, and returned, hobblingly, to the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. I hope of sleep!
After failing to nod off for several more hours…
I gave up and got up.
My best-laid plans end up vacantly,
Errors and mind blanks grow with virility,.
Plans have no viability but are a liability.
Results end up finicky, frolicky,
Life holds no more bonhomie…
Never won the pools, Ernie or the lottery…
Good luck for me? No feasibility…
I guess I’m just unlucky?
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On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG.
Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes!
The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot…
Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated?
Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off!
Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… 
Then, the Asda order arrived…
The freezer was full now…
The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, 
pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were..
getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites)
I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name.
or
It’s a close-run thing, you know.
Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now…
PAREIDOLIAING
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode…
lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking
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Not a lot (As Paul Daniels used to say), of urine in the there. And it was a bit too dark-coloured, compared to the usual morning shade. A lot of itching from the area where 
tube was inserted. I had to resist scratching things. 
I think that both 
and 
must have been in the midst of a battle for superiority this morning?
I put some of the new Terbinafine creamed under each red armpit. 
To the kitchen to make the first brew of tea.
arrived as I was washing the pots from last night. I was a little disoriented for some reason. Likely the concern of visiting the 
and doing three things at the same time, then having to concentrate on the medications. 
to be changed today, and set about doing so. He did a good job, too; thanks, mate.
Back to the blogging, but most of what happened after I stopped doing it last night, had gone off into the ether. As did several of the photos I took, the meal, a view and ingrowing toenail were all pictured… I’m sure they were, but not on the SD card again! It has to be doing something wrong.
started. Going to be a hard job this morning, with having to get dressed. Getting the PPs, and trousers on, is painful & dangerous work. Hehe! 
lift. And got down with the thee-wheeled-walker to the main lobby. The driver was just arriving, bless him. I could have taken some photos with Kodak en route… but forgot all about having it in my pocket till I got home… (Spit!) I paid up my debts first thing.
The nurse woke me up, and for some unknown reason to me, en route, I walked into an office, thinking that was where we were going?
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had suddenly filled up – she stood guard again for me.
Got in the flat, and the trousers off as soon as I could – Oh, the relief!
arrived. Put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me, and medications were given. Little natter and laugh.
Stopped to get the nosh done. Having the herb potatoes tonight.
… Oh, No! Nor did… a possible I.D. for the new gal… any suggestions would be appreciated… M.C.I. – Miranda Charlotte Irene? No, too long… Ah, what about MIChaela? or Mind-Mugging-Micheala-?
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Took a shot of the morning view.
The underarms were still a little colourful & itchy.
to join in with 
Oligarchs & Money-Manipulators ain’t bothered!
So, no blogging, then. I had some breakers, though. A pot noodle and another mug of tea, Salisbury’s Brown label Extra-Strong 
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Still sunny outside.
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Cleaned the backside and ointmentated the rear end with Germoloids.
little picker upperer to get it.
losing blood, I must try to be careful. I just hope that 
every morning; getting the PPs on. Which is always a painful task and often one with 
And not only, but also, I used the cheaper grey ones, which tend to split or tear occasionally, but again; Not this morning!
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Even filling the bowls of water from the kitchen to The not-working or refilling W.C. water tank, didn’t bother poor old 
, and so I was as careful as I was possible not to spill any water or drop a bucket, and I went in slow-motion, almost shuffling my feet flat on the floor, slowly along. But 
I took a snap of the being-done-up house near the bottom field.
Sounded from the door chime, and in came my treasured INR, Anticoagulation, DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin phlebotomy Nurse Hristina. To take my blood. That cheered me up! ♥ Lovely lady.
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Today, a Sunday, things were different,
being the cause of that. 
Down to the car park on Citrus Walk. No! Chestnut Walk.
Sun coming up from the rear left.
The water refill bowls were there, but on checking, the water I’d filled the tank with last visit yesterday – was not. 
All from the balcony. End car park
Gravel path up the hill into the park.
My much missed beloved Tree Copse. How I miss walking through it daily as I did long ago. Self-Pity brewing up here!
To the left of the centre.
Car park entrance end near Winwood Court.
Straight ahead.
Patterned legs?
Josie called asking if I had a spare kettle
A shame I missed getting more, but it was my painful pleasure to help someone else for once.
Lost or misplaced, or maybe I ate the notepad?
Arrived for the last visit…
was attached to the day bag. Richard was puzzled as to how the shortage of one of the medications had evolved.
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The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July.
called twice tonight.
Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
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There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch.
Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all.
or 
. But my money was on 
to blame.
The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!)
Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank.
Still can’t find the toothbrush.
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I dread the thought of struggling with this. 
I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours!
Closed the computer.
Last one of this session.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!
Flavour Rating: 8/10
Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa.
testing, c1968 recliner.
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. 
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! Naturally 
was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep,
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