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My memories of Thursday (Now, Friday morning, and nothing done on this blog yet!), are not too good or comprehensive. Vagueness would be the word to use.Â
The Covid-19nd right arm was in agony all day without a break. Even worse, I had to use the sticks in my left hand, the right being too painful to use.
The sleep was broken, and although the early morning memory seemed better, the hours spent sleeping, or I should say trying to, and I spent so many hours throughout the day, because I just could not stay awake. The thoughtstorms or right arm pains ensured that getting any worthwhile rest was impossible. I’m unsure which Carers called, although Carer Maryham (Teatime) was clear enough. I tried using the computer, but it was no good. And got down yet again in the recliner after she’d gone. Carer Benjamin (I think) did the last check. No nocturnal night bags yet for the catheter, which meant I was still unable to get to sleep then. Thought Storms, the arm, and having to get up to empty the small day pouch on the catheter so often... I did take many photos I found on the SD card this morning (Fri); some I have no recall of taking, others, mostly the morning ones, I can recollect. I’ve got to catch up with this blog now. Nothing had been done to it yet, apart from this intro written on the notepad?
Not one of my better days.
These, I took when I got up;
03:00rs: The end car park.
0400hrs:
Terrible photography!
This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort.
Not surprised, though, by the state I was in.
No idea why!
Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?
Can’t recall taking this one, or when.
Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
Might have been when a Carer came?
I forced myself out of one of many nodding-off, and back on the computer to reply to a WordPress Prompt. It took me ages, had to search to find the cheesy potato pictures to use in the blog. At this stage, I thought, well, IK struggled but got it done… I think the sleep demands are fading…
But the only thing that faded, was me back into a broken-up, annoyingly waking every few minutes and nodding off again, sleep. (but every bit helps, I reckon)
A massive four hours out of it, with broken patches of sleep, in which I did not leave 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.
I must have known this was coming. I’d moved the jug to empty my 
into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!
Chronically bad night shots.
Blurry…
Blurry.
Blurrier.
Really, really Blurrier!
I am a silly blurrier! HaHa!
Spent another night of nodding, jumping awake in pain, emptying the pouch… and for tonight, coughing to boot!
Am I Worried?
Keep Well, and Have a Great day!
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Last night Pareidolia’s Delight
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early… Phew! 
work. She had a quiet break, she told me. Then, she also rang the Audio Clinic for me without any definitive answer about the appointments. Then she changed the well overdue 
and fitted both leg and ankle bags for me. I’m so glad she’s back ♥
Took this and the one below before the delivery arrived.
The food Arrived.
I must have ordered six double packs of kitchen rolls? I felt sure I’d ordered only one, or meant to?
The fridge seemed well filled.
Got the paperwork ready in my 
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Since I moved into the flats, this shop has changed named four times as I know of. Just puzzled!
Crossed the road and took this shot down the hill. Then got into the chemists and handed them the COVID-19 details. 
I snapped some of the many closed shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.
I cheerfully meandered inside Winwood Court, and to the large lobby, and handed the gals the packages.
The backs of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.
The backs of Winwood, & Winchester Courts.
Back into the flat, and forgot to take off leg and ankle straps. I am a one!
As I was doing the waste bags, the Covid-used arm kicked off. I was too tried to do anything now as well.
Took off both of the diabetic socks, ankle and lag straps.
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Decent colour in the nocturnal pouch!
Lighter this morning… No, it’s not, I got up late!
My right leg looked a little battered?
Waste bags sorted.
Got the new drinkie in the cupboard for the nurses and carers to pick from. Keeping a list of those given out this year. I missed someone out last year. Tsk!
Well, that was unexpected.
Lunchtime treat.
A repeat evacuation for the first time in months.
The being-done-up for six months home has a ladder moved. Mayhap the builders have returned?
Gotten Himmel, changed again.
I got the colly wobbles?
I tried a close-up shot.
Ahem!
Midnight bag sorting again.
03:00hrs: Good Heavens – Again!
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A fine-looking feast was prepared.
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are to be removed late at night and replaced in the mornings by the Carers; he then took them off for me. The compression socks underneath the straps are to be washed every two days. And 
, pads or whatever they will be, should arrive shortly, likely on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. There is no news from the Audio Centre about either of the appointments they are making for me to get the ear wax vacuumed out, and ears retested so they can calibrate both hearing aids for me on a third visit.
. Someone came up and had a search for some, but no luck. I am somewhat confused now. My In & Out of it spells today were numerous and worried me a smidgeon.
Although it was a good start to the day, albeit later than usual. Excellent coloured urine in the night bag to greet me. Much better!
The two great-unwashed feet. 
I made a mess of the first-morning view photograph taking.
this one of the kitchenette windows with the ledge reminiscent of Steptoe & Son’s from the 1970s television comedy. The white bit on the window is not the moon; it is a reflection of my 
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arrived. He looked tired out, bless him.
Afterwards, I actually got the slippers on both feet! This is a 
I put the waste into one bag and put it near the front door in the hallway… which was a good idea cause I don’t have a back door. Hahaha! 
I snapped this
Back on the computer.
Used Cutaneous Only! So I looked this up on Mr Google. “
I’m miles behind with the blogging again. But I saw and had to photograph this evening shot from the kitchen window. Some eerie patterning from hours ago still showed high in the sky.
I got a simple meal prepared, some a simple man, me.
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being on the verge of becoming an almost, practically smooth-working, but terribly slow service.
Yes! Only eight times, much better!
ruled the day.
were their peak of non-performance. How I didn’t sink into the expected 
, is something that puzzled me at the time, and still does. Through all the mental mayhem, frustrations and mistakes made, I poddled along with them, as if they were a daily issue to just put up with. 
Back to being dark… Tsk!
Morning kitchen view.
Spuds for the later nosh in the crock-pot.
The waste bag is sorted.
Note the China mug within?
Not only that, but ran over the counter, down the lower cupboard doors, and onto the kitchen floor. Luckily it did not upset me… a bold, brave sort of chap, who took it all in his stride!
I later felt the 
slipping down the leg. I took a decker at it, and it was fairly full, and the urine was an even deeper colour now!
Obviously, the Finasteride Tablets are not working, no help at all. Why can’t they decide to give me a permanent catheter operation now; instead of another month with 
tearing bits off of poor 
, and causing so much pain and bleeding? It may come as a surprise to them, but I’m not getting any younger.
s giving me agony and making walking a nightmare! 
, 
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… I’d better stop here, I Depressing missen! Hehehe!
A bit of sorting out, in the fridge and freezer, produced an extra bag of waste to be made up.
failing, there are times when the finger ends lose all sensitivity… which can be a help, if you’ve just burnt banged or cut a finger? But not when one is typing on the keyboard. I’ve no idea which buttons I caught in error, but in Corel Draw, the activity arrow, would not work at all. After a good hour, of trying different combinations of the caps, control and alt, things ended up worse than ever…
Simply Wonderful!
Veg soup with added spuds, & a little chilli!
Midnight view from the kitchen.
Inchy should not have had an early morning shave!
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It is nice to escape the confines of the apartment.
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!
Getting dressed was farcical.
I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… 
all joined in with the right 
and spoilt the day!
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
lift.
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, for more window shots on the way back.
Tsk!
I took this sad selfie!
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He took a snap of 
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Carer’s keep up with it I don’t know. I’ve written down the roster needed: AM on waking up: 
Blepharitis Gel, left eye only. Five minutes later, the 
4-Times a day. 
drops, for times a day, to be inserted by the Carers. The gel is AM & PM only. Then 
, this is to be applied by me, four times a day. The Dry Eye pads are to be used three times a day, applied by me. Instruction was supplied on how to do this properly. The Blepharitis liquid is applied on a pad and can be used morning and evening ‘If required’
as I was doing the pad cleansing job, 
had a go at me, and I caught the eye again! Then it got such a nuisance, that I had to abandon the blogging 
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Nocturnal Urinationings
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Tons of No-Butter Butter on milk roll slices.
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Forgetting all about the night pouch being attached. I tugged at the long attacked tube extension, and Little Inchies 
made me jump as the blood flowed. I ended up falling backwards, and as my bum hit the cushion, I discerned that 
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Waste bag assembled.
Topped up the treats counter
Kitchen, a good job; the domestic gal is calling today.
Ablutions. 
After an hour of trying…
returned… then…
Not coming back of its own accord. Rebooted just the box, reset it, gave it a minute or two & tried again… 
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Then…
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Gorgeous puffer clo
Sherwood Vale Scene.
Through the balcony’s inner doors.
I must try to get out to get some more of the eye pads
The turning evening skies.
Later on, sunset.
Gorgeous!
and…
it looked like this…
Taste-Rating: 802/10.
Woken twice by the last care calls.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
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, and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop. 
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route. 
It had gone 18:00hrs! 
