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Due partly to the very short but frequent visits from 
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No scribble on the memory notepad at all, well, the date and time I got up, that was all on it this morning (Sunday). Also, this Sunday will be known forthwith as the Words-Escaping-the-Brain Sunday!
Now, I know the words, but you would not believe the word I wanted to say or write that were off on the ether. Some, I grasped, reclaimed within seconds. Others I had to look up – Like the names of the tablets that the Carer asked me if I needed. Codeine came to me straight away, then I struggled to get Paracetamol, Peptac, Anusol, and Ramipril. I had the feeling that he thought I was joking with him. It felt so weird.
AS the day went on, although the wonderful paid extremely short visits, they were frequent. (Same as this but worse on Sunday morning!) I’m a smidgen worried about this.
So just a few photos again to help me remember anything. Oh dearie me. Grammarly is working overtime this morning… no, afternoon, already!
This one U can recall, first of the day, from the kitchen window. First cloud-free morning for ages. I hae a feeling that I got up and took this one earlier.
The Deja Vu, I found myself back at the window taking this shot, what must have been hours later.
The replacement day catheters arrived, with a different calve contraption for me to try. The Carer re[placed the old one, we’ll see how we go.
Think I took this one next.
Then later, this is one of the almost-barren cars parked at the end of the road car park.
I think I started on the word lists about eleven.
Did the second HC checks in the afternoon.
This Sunday, my memory and concentration are in a bad state; why didn’t I make my usual notes?
Ah, mayhap I’d overdosed on ?
The tree copse was gloomy to see, and winter approaches; the trees change colour, lose their leaves, and look so sad, as if they were depressed.
A little like the voters who elected Starmer into office as Prime Minister! Hehehe!
The last few minutes of 
attention. The flat hats and Bombay Potatoes failed to arrive yesterday, and arrived at teatime. I showed one off, and it looked like I was in a good frame of mind.
Nosh.
At the time of writing this, I checked the catheter bag to see if it needed emptying… both feet squelched in the 
urine as I moved. Socks, legs, carpet and slippers soaked again. Got the slippers, shirt, dressing gown and socks off and washed the socks. Got the bowl with Dettol in it to clean my feet and legs, dried off with paper towels. Painful. Taking the
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Then, as I gingerly took the bowl back to the kitchen, I slipped on some water, clouted my left arm and right leg. The arm was well scuffed, on the leg, it tore open the leathery skin, and now I’ve got a tenderly painful arm, and 
, leaking fluid down the right leg – but not into the slipper; As both pairs are in the laundry bag. It’s the second time this week I’ve had a catheter leak!
Depressed? Me? YES!
I may have to call for an ambulance if the leg does not stop leaking, so if no blog, you’ll know why.
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From the kitchen.
I got some clothes that no longer fit me and made two more bags. I don’t know how I can get them to the charity shop. I’m not putting the old stuff in it; they went in the waste bags.
The Morrison order arrived.
I think my feeling as depressed as I am may be worse than the frustration of not being able to pull out of it? 
So, everything else was backlighted.
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I decided to get the ablutions tackled. And although something had to go wrong, it was chicken feed compared to my usual disasters.
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I realised I had not put the bath towel in the bag yesterday! I don’t like using one too often. But 
, who has not visited me for days now, took her opportunity at the optimum time to issue the maximum pain. As I was carrying the stick, towels, Alarm bracelet, and flannels to go in the laundry bag before I got dressed, she kicked off, and in the process, she shoulder-charged the bloody door frame!
Still, apart from this, I’d done well! As I emptied the pouch for the fifteenth time today, I saw how good the legs looked. Even the ankle ulcers seemed to be calmer. And incidentally, I’ve hardly had any of the expected lighting strikes from 
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Took this snap of the clouds as I started getting the food prepared. 
I was happy with the result of the food prepping. 
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I removed the nocturnal pouch from the catheter contraption. 
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innards. I was wrong, of course.
As I went to the kitchen, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, I spotted a red light on one of the streets. So I zoomed Kodak 2 into it and took this effort on the left. I cleaned and nearly almost tidied up the kitchenette, and the car with its lights on was still there. See the streets in Nottingham, my American friends? Talk about narrow. Pavement parking is the only option for anyone with two cars.
Thanks to Jenny’s tip in getting a baby monitor and 
of them again! It was the Asda delivery. Possibly the worst one ever. It’s not the driver’s
and junk room.
various places as needed.
1×6, and 4 Asda Bi-carb! I was pretty pissed off at being charged for these.
I’m afraid I missed getting full pleasure from these shots.
I’m back… 
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I had more troubles today. The one thing that really got to me was my inventiveness in clearing out all the unwanted files to save memory on the computer
Sorted the pouch emptying and straightened the bedspread.
Of to the wet room.
The food order arrived.
The morning clouds
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I spotted the press-on cup hooks looking a little weathered. I took them off and cleaned them and the under-counter part.
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Last night’s sleep was full of 
intrusions. Dozens of them! I spent the night waking up with a jump and, amazingly, swearing and falling rapidly back into slumber. Occasionally, pain from 
‘s Ankle Ulcer got in on the act. Fair enough, I try not to have any favourite ailments. Hehe! … Unfortunately, the Sherida Shocks didn’t know when to stop today. I think they are connected partly to having my stroke 
. I signed onto the healthunlocked.com site, and sometimes, well, very often, others say of their electric shocks. The American ones have specialists and many varied treatments received. All I got from the NHS, was when they diagnosed it; ‘It will only get worse with time, the is nothing we can do to repair dying neurotransmitters’ the nwent home and looked up what they were on the laptop.
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Not a lot of writing today. You’ll see why later. Huh!
The one good thing about the Porcelain Throne evacuation was that for the… wait for it, 15 minutes spent waiting for the motion to start, plus the 9 minutes of agony it took to force it along, I didn’t have a single shock from 
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bled this time.
Later, Carer Chris arrived.
The beauty of the clouds took my mind off of my worries for a few minutes. Then, I searched each room again for the note page. No chance, of course. Then took more snaps.
Back on the computer, as I started another search in the hope that I’d missed them, with my eyes getting foggy and double vision – I had an epiphany!
Twit! Dumbo! Imbecile! Idiot!
I shelled some more, the last of the fresh garden peas ready to use later. I’ve spent so much time searching for ~ Words I’d lost but hadn’t, I just forgot 
where I’d stored them—that Chris did his evening call already!
Chris took these Kodak snaps of my poor old legs for me.
sends up the leg, it has now started itching like mad. Oddly, for the first time, the lower arms are the same. Beats me?
I got the belated nosh at last.
awakenings were far less than they have been lately. She may have tired herself out with the legions of daytime shocks she issued me with!
I found them… (Smug-Mode Adopted) But it took me nearly 10 minutes, so the Smug-Mode was removed.
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The morning rain rained down.
This is the second brew of the day, which should mean the last brew, as I’m restricted to only two mugs daily. I consumed it as I worked hard, confused about what I was doing and possibly making more errors than ever before.
The precipitation persisted for a while longer.
chafe at it. Hehe! So, I think it might be getting better now. 
The rain was getting lighter.
I got a letter informing me that I will be made an appointment at the Highbury Hospital shortly, and they will let me know later by post. The photo above was taken on my last visit.
Only the odd droplet of rain falling now. I went on the balcony and took a Kodak Tim from the end car park, where the mud-slide was. Plenty of it, too.
I’m sorry I bothered with it, now! 
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again the server trolley wheel. To a certain degree, I swore, 
rather viciously, washed the things up and took this photograph from the kitchen window. I love it when a snap comes out okay.
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I was so tired when I woke up. But it had been a horrible night of ever-bursting-awakes. But I soon got back into the land of nod. Not for long, mind you.
I detached the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this photo through the balcony doors as I opened the curtains. Why does it please me to look at the clouds? I have no idea.
I struggled to get the photos onto CorelDraw and got myself in a muddle (fancy that!) I was getting a little wound up with my inabilities. It took me hours to get a few photos on and edited. At times, the computer did not recognise the SD input. My language was somewhat fluid for an hour of three until after I checked and pressed in all the USB 
connections at the back of the computer, and it started to respond. Minutes later, I was summoned by the indicative grumblings, then grumblings from the innards, to go to the 
. As usual for the last two weeks, Trotsky Terence was in control again. 
arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs and issued the medications. I’m glad to say that the prescriptions have, albeit belatedly, arrived. Chris was departing with his lamb patties, nibbles, and a drink. Hehehe! 
I put the things away in cupboards, drawers, shelves, the fridge, the freezer, the junk room, etc. Hahaha!
She came for the midday session. She was in a rush, so she explained that she would not be doing the financial help this week and thought they might send someone else, but wasn’t sure. 
put on them. They were barely that, even with the vinegar. 
I ordered the Low Price (Cheapo short dated) Foods.
I straightened the bedding on the bed. (Well, that’s where it is, Haha!) And took some waste bags to the doorway.
seizure of the day. I think I recall sitting on the WC, having the picker-upperer and fresh Tena PPs to hand, intending to get them over and above my feet… 
, coming round and back to the misery of life and wakefulness, with the PPs on one foot, the right one, always the easiest to start with, due to 
being more painful lately, especially when bending or lifting the leg. How did I get the PPs over the feet and both legs without memory of doing so? It was a long out-of-it period cause Carer Chris arrived; I think it was him, anyway.
I found them…
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I was gobsmacked this morning and genuinely amazed, astonished, astounded, surprised, staggered, stopped in my tracks, stunned, dumbfounded, discombobulated, flabbergasted, knocked sideways, to the point of feeling awestruck! I had a slice of inspiration last night that I didn’t realise then. I might call it an epiphany. It is complicated to word it, but I’ll tell you about it.
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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This morning, I could not find this photo from yesterday; I thought it had gone AWOL into the ether. But here it is. Baffles me, but that’s not unusual.
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 
. I was already miles behind on the blog as it was, and now I had lost over an hour.
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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Woke and rose at 04:15hrs: After over five hours of kipping! Grrreat! Took me a while to nod off, but I only had three, I think 
didn’t visit me once! But, as usual, when I moved, this time it was both 
giving me grief, and it must have taken me five minutes to get to the wet room. More on that later.
launched an attack that I ended up surrendering to and gave up trying to do this blog. Defeated!
, I’m surprised I have any skin left on my head; it was falling off all day. Later I rang Sister Jane, and she and hubby Pete were not in good health at all. Jane’s cough sounded terrible. I’m worried about her now. As I moved to get the B17 tablets that Jane had told me had a
Passed well, not a bad colour.
Kitchen view.
Back to the wet room. Not for the 
This is getting bad now. This time, as I was trying to get a decent shot, a 
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joined in as well. Then, after taking the sad pictures and closing the window… 
, I knocked the knife block off of the window ledge. The tip end of the cheese knife broke off when it hit the floor. 
I made a brew of Glengettie and got the computer on to work on this blog. A new Caregiver arrived and Medicated me, put the diabetic soaks on for me, and had a little natter. What about escapes me now. Tsk!
or maybe 
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called, and I bluffed my way through. I think, in fact, I did not stop talking to the poor gal. It would help if I could remember what she was talking about. I think I may have, possibly, conceivably mentioned the Lurgy because Joanne sounded like she had a sore throat… or did she?
What amazing views.
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Oh, how I’d love to recall the pleasure of taking them.
I do recall taking these.
Best nosh in a long time.