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Well, well, well! Another series of cock-ups, disappointments, failures, frustrations and a fair share of self-misanthropicalness thrown in today, Again!
The landline telephone that went down yesterday brought more worry again today. After trying to press the Alarm Alert button while Carer Sam was here, the Panic Alarm was not connecting either! Carer Sam said she’d tell someone about it.
A fine time to take a tumble or go arse-over-tit, innit?
This, along with 
, bringing tablets back up. Bring up vicious winds. Ever present 
& the mind-killing 
carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
I felt pitiful, self-critical one moment, then snivelling psychologically damaged erk the next. Later, despite the concerns and worries, I’d find myself singing 1962 songs, and it seemed, genuinely unbothered about things? But somehow, I knew at that time, in the back of my so-called mind, that this would crumble again soon, and the loathed, nay, feared, opens the barn door for 
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits, as in this case. Conversely, mega-frustration and self-criticism can develop when you genuinely cannot recall what you were doing or going to do. When the 
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in.
I can never forget what I was doing before the blank period. Sort of coming around or back into focus, often hours later, the interim time’s activities are lost forever.
When the Doctor calls me next Wednesday, I hope to have made a list of my ailments and problems, possibly with the help of 
, if possible. So I don’t miss anything off the notes that may need mentioning. Later on today, I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery. I couldn’t hear who it was, but some medico would call on me in the morning on the 4th of December. (Mobile or in person?)
Another 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s who’s the culprit, the brain-slayer. Yet, here I am writing away, with problems from 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
Another thing that amazes me even more is how I can still do the silly Odes. They seem to flow from my distorted brain quickly enough. Typing them can be frustrating, but not the creating? Ah, there is one problem I do often have is: when I get an idea for a funny line and have to check nowadays to see if the word is suitable, spelt right, and rhymes, I’ve forgotten what I was going to write on that line using the aforementioned words or words. Yet the ideas still come without much prompting? I mentioned this once to the lady at the bonkers hospital meeting. I do not think I got any acknowledgement or response.
is constantly with me. Day and sometimes wakes me up at night to have a go at me for my failings, past guilts, wrong decisions, etc.
A new worry to add to the list: The telephone has stopped working. Today, I tried to test the Emergency Wrist Alarm. That is not working either! Now, this does worry me. He was with me at the time this failure occurred. She told me she’d mention it to someone. But being a Friday afternoon, and the Wardens leaving soon for the weekend, my hopes of getting any help are minimal… or slightly less, of getting anything done about the problem before next week!Â
Now that I’ve mentioned this on the blog, my worry mode has kicked in. What if I do have a tumble, a bad cut, another stroke or get a panic attack? How can I summon help other than with the mobile phone, which is not easy to use nowadays anyway? I will always try to remember to keep the Nokia with me while there is no Alarm to raise for help. But naturally, for me, remembering is not going to be easy. So, if the blog suddenly stops, the reason may well be that I’ve collapsed and died slowly, an overweight, crumpled heap on the carpet, over the weekend in agony. Oh, no, the Carers will call. They know or should have been told of my high-risk factor with no way of summoning help and may make extra checks on me; bless them. So, if they forgot to tell the Wardens or the Wardens had gone home before they got there, it would be Monday before they could be informed of my plight. Then, wait for the Nottingham City Homes to be informed and respond. I don’t intend to have another stroke, heart attack, panic attack or bleed to death, but just in case, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank them all now for the care and attention they have showered me with. My Money is in the wet room, under the stack of Depend Protection Pants on the floor cabinet… first comes first, Gerrit! Hahaha!
On with the day’s photographicalisationings
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
back on for me. Plonker!
Self-medicationings attended to.
Some painfully, so. Haha!
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
I was sure I’d ordered it for next Friday, too!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
I put the pressies in a box and placed the pyjama bottom that I could no longer get into on top to disguise what was inside and stop anyone from spoiling the surprise.
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
More ankle straps and leg strappings.
And a pair of ‘All-Purpose Boots’ for me.
These could be to replace the ankle straps?
But I couldn’t manage to get them on myself.
Too many Kelva and complicated fitting are needed.
Maybe this is about the Medico coming to see me?
Eerie early evening sky.
(Say that when you’ve had a few) Hehe!
Hog pork pie in the meal.
Just after sunset.
I forgot to ask him to put the on.
FARE THEE WELL!
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Waste bags collated.
Computing.
Getting properly miffed at this!
Green gunge cleaner & freshener
First two bags were emptied.
Next bag.
Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order!
Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti.
Orange juice and Mayo.
Custard Creams.
Garlic Paste.
Coffee.
Parsnips.
Box of 12 cans of cat food.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… 
The landline had stopped working! I was struggling not to lose things already. Pain and bleeding from Little Inchy and the catheter tube. Worried about the bed not being sorted. 
Both started giving me angst. 
visits, not being able to walk without risk of tumbling, 
, the JS problem. Then, just as a 
dawned… my mobile rang. 
Medications removed all of the 
for me.
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Nocturnal wee-wee bag a smidgeon darker this morning.
All three waste bags were put in one big one.
As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot.
Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.
The rain came next.
Turned up. Had a natter as he got the job of getting on the 
As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her!
She did the 
, and helped show 
Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the 
did.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
I finally took a decent photo 
Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!
Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, ÂŁ300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something 
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the 
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done.
to 
Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, 
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. 
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains? 
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
. He gave the
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?
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Another not-good early morning effort. Tsk!
My morning mug of Glengettie tea.
was causing me to take deep breaths, and that also brought me pain from the back.
I thought moving about a bit might ease the back pains. So I sorted the waste bags into one and took it to the front door.
The rain soon started.
A mudslide building up already.
Got some spuds in the crock-pot to have later. 
As I was in the kitchen, the rain increased.
I just don’t know what happened here… nothing unusual there, though, is there? 
There are no expand minimise buttons on this option, and now CorelDraw is not responding to the corner where one can usually resize it with the mouse!
arrived, and this was before I found the solution, so moaned away about my bad luck. Hehe!
The strappings that Carer Sam put on were holding up well. Thanks to Sam.
Again, I tried to get some decent shots for once, of the evening lights.
Why do I bother to?
Still, the night and lights were lovely.
Arrived. Got the medications sorted, and we nattered while he did so. I also, told him about the Corel Draw cock-up. (Not yet sorted out)
Some top go in the soup, others I nibbled as I prepared the nosh. Well! It seemed like a good idea.
Washed and back to the kitchen.
Got the chopped spuds into the soup.
The state of the room hit me as I hobbled into it.
The landline flashed. It was someone, a bloke, from Meridian Care, telling me that the late Carer, who is so far behind, had a medical emergency to deal with. Fair enough, I replied, it can’t be helped. 
Bet you got it? I didn’t, Tsk!
Added the cut potatoes cooked in the crock-pot to the can 
of soup. Added some liquid smoke. (I put some in when cooking the potatoes as well). Tomato Pasatta with basil and some distilled vinegar to the mix. Came out pretty good tasting for a guessed at flavourings soup. I could taste the liquid smoke! Nice!
Flavour-Rating: 803/10.
helped create it.
in the lower legs.
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As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’
The early morning sky was grand, too!
Waste bags into one.
And got the kettle on and made a brew.
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came.
The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful.
Here’s the animals!
Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out.
Got the potato chunks in the oven tray.
Sprayed the potatoes with light oil.
Made up another waste bag.
Dettol Lavender disinfectant.
Evening views from the kitchen window.
No signs of any rain yet.
Just started and 
. I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from 
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal. 
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
Number three of the day!
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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Did you see that Level for today?.
TWO: The flaky face and legs may be due to Atopic Dermatitis Eczema, Eczema craquelé (generally only affects people over 70 years of age.) Neuro-Acne, Neurodermatitis, Dyshidrosis Dermitisis, Acne, Seborrheic Dermatitis, Nummular-Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, Stasis Dermatitis, Xerotic Eczema, and Papular Eczema, Which seems a likely suspect for my facial problems, and Stasis Dermatitis, for my legs? 
inspiring, not working recliner, it was off to the wet room 
& 
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Shaving. (I’ve used an old photo here, but the cuts were surprisingly similar.) The neck, cheek and chin were nicked with the four-blade-razor but were easily stopped with a splash of Brut stinging but effective Brut aftershave. (Can you see the eczema coming on? This photo was taken about 2 weeks ago).
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were washed and medicated.
5: Washing, then medicating poor little 
. I must get some more Germolene ordered!
, as well as the dodgy 
visa 
. Each foot had an 
. Socially-minded 
occupies each knee along with Cartilage girls Chloe & Carole. Naturally, there’s always, often more than once diurnally, 
, which can turn and off at will, confusing the brain completely – which tries to respond but does it with best guesses. I’m not kidding; there are times I’ve burnt a finger in the oven, and I felt nothing but could smell something burning (that would usually be a finger) until I looked at it, and the brain gets the message and passes it on to me about the pain, then it hurts like hell! Hahaha! I’d love to have a discussion with others who have PN. I read their letters on the HealthUnlocked site on the web. But have never read about anyone else getting this particular trait. I assume the diagnosis was right… but could it be something else I’ve got?
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: Using the long shoe horn, I manoeuvred the end into the slipper, and standing on the extra-dodgy right leg, moved the left foot towards the slipper… At the optimum time to get me over, I gave way, and down I went… but at this stage, I’d like to blow my own trumpet – which is not easy, cause I don’t have one, Haha! I was impressed with my taking the precaution of entering the front room now! 
non-working, virus-breeding recliner. That was better than going onto the floor! Mind you, 
Waste bags.
It’s a wickedly lousy shot of the end car park.
The front view is not good either. Tsk!
The last banana and the best of the bunch, bought from Iceland. Only 25% of it was bruised.
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Evening shot from the kitchen window.
Later, the sun disappears…
Right leg on the left and visa-versa.
One of Inchy’s famous mystery photos?
The end car park mudslide has nearly all gone.
Didn’t enjoy this one at all.
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Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne.
It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and;
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It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her 
when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark. 
While taking a zoomed-in shot of the mudslide at the end car park, leaning out of the balcony window a smidgeon, poor, battered about by the tubing sticking in him for what must be over a year now, 
was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch!
I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening 
him two letters that’d been delivered.
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding
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which apparently is a parasitic disease caused by blood flukes (trematode worms). 
on the left foot, and the 
on the right foot! Or the 
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Not too bad at all!
Yummy!
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IT IS NOW $26m!
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the 
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was still in charge of the innards.
and 
in unison. 
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. 
on the seat leg
Were belatedly carried out.
This time it was down for ages.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.