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Introductory Waffle
I rose, then went to empty the catheter’s wee-wee…
Stubbed my toe and muttered, “I see!”…
That is how the day’s going to be?
Walked into the door-frame, reacting huffishly!
Dropped the bucket when emptying the pee…
I swore and cursed somewhat lavishly!
Then to the Porcelain Throne, the lavatory…
The evacuation was loose and all gooey…
By Gawd, it was so sickeningly stinky!
The bank rang; rather demandingly…
Their questionnaire I’d not filled in, apparently?
She had a sweet voice, so I replied droolingly…
“Fret not; it’ll be done; you can rely on me!”
First I must ring about my upcoming urinoscopy,
She rang off, a little curtly…
I couldn’t find the bank’s letter, annoyingly…
Doreen Dementia many times presented tortuosity…
Not physically, of course, but mentally…
So I had a few hours of lost logicality…
But that’s nothing new nowadays to me.
£25 to get my toes cut, this time bloodlessly!
My brain and body often lost synergy…
Tested my patience and mental energy…
I’m not sure what that means exactly?
Concentrating brought on somnifacientity,
I fell asleep at the computer… became worry-free…
I dreamed I’d acquired knowledge & sagacity.
But it was part of life’s misleading sophistry.
I moan, and I groan… such is my sad proclivity!
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Friday 17th March… That rings a bell.
Ah, Yes... St Patrick’s Day!
Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That!
Not good, is it?
Lovely blue hue to the morning view!
Aha, Lord Sainsbury’s delivery, you see…
Baked beans, Four bean soup, Gravy, mint sauce, mixed vegetables, chopped tomatoes with basil & oregano, porridge, and baking soda.
Fresh Kenyan garden peas, Cheese & onion pie.
Tomatoes and Parmentier potatoes.
All stored away, with the cleaning stuff.
Aha, the wee-wee looks better.
Bootiful clouds.
Then it was off to the toe & nail-cutting gal at the
hairdressing salon in Winwood Court.
Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…
A look at the notice board…
Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage.
Called on Warden Deana with some nibbles.
Then into the hairdressing salon.
To get the toenails cut. Paid the £25,
and handed out some drinkies.
I departed, and along the passage
back to the Woodthorpe Court, I
realised I’d missed a lady off of the treats.
So hobbled back and gave her a choice.
Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble…
But did trap my hand in the door.
Not to fret, though. It was the right hand.
So hardly any pain was felt. Course, I may
feel it later. Peripheral Pete does that
sometimes, with a delayed reaction.
During the course of the day, I had visits from the following Carers;
Josie, Carer Josef (3), Carer Sam and… No, I think that’s up to now.
Visited it only three times!
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down again.
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Another good emptying colour here.
Then I took some sunset-less photographs of the evening sky over the next ten or twenty minutes.
An eerie side to this one.
Each one was worthy of some pareidoliaing!
Amazing!
The ultimate pareidolia one!!!
Oh, a break in the clouds!
Going to get some cooking done now.
Back in the morning…
I’m back!
Imitation lamb hotpot. Added some lamb, mint gravy, and too many potatoes from the oven, and I got stuck into it.
Flavour rating: 702/10.
Carer Josef arrived. Medications sorted.
Zzz!
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The night bag this morning. 5-6 on colour patch.
Blimus! This is the day pouch an hour or so later.
Carers table.
Evening shot of the sky.
Evening shot of the sky, slightly lower.
Down a bit more…
Down to the car park.
Well, not stew, more a can of soup, to which I added a mass of soy imitation bacon bits and a load of baked mini-cubes of potatoes.
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Great-coloured urine when I took the night bag off!
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Cor, the day pouch filled up quickly 
Emptied the pouch.
View of the fog from the computer chair.
At Lunchtime, I got the spuds on.
First, early morning shot, with only fog on view?
Two hours later, housed creeping through…
Car park…
Midday: Clearing now…
Mid-afternoon.
From a distance…
Zoomed in…
The bumfluff is beginning to itch!
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started off!
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. The day bag appeared to have clod specs on it. I made sure it wasn’t something stuck to the outside of the pouch… Nope! They were inside! Then I deposited some evacuated waste from the rear end…
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Messy kitchen.
Messy kitchen with the light switched on.
When 
called, the catheter day bag, after being emptied half an hour before, was at bursting point! It’s getting that red tinge to it again it. 
Yet three hours later, this is all it had amassed?
We’ll see?
As I settled to get the early meal, having abandoned blogging.
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. I got the packaging from the waste bin and used the magnifying glass to find and see the use-by date… Ahem! 
snapped off in the shower!
: Dropped the olive oil bottle, didn’t break, but me took ages to clear it up, and then 
started!
, No 
, or 
attacks! I was also free of 
routines! 
, the
, were kind to me, too! 
only toyed with me for a minute or two. And 
‘s visit was the shortest ever! No shower power box head-butting, and NO TUMBLES!
Arrived as I was finishing getting dressed and preparing things to take with me to the doctor’s visit. He got the medications given to me and 
to use attached the day pouch. Adjusting the loose straps for me. Bless him!
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Realising my cock-up, I lifted the left foot from the tube… before I’d mastered the balance.
I tumbled back onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Landing on the arm and causing the delicate rear end 
to suffer a considerable clout!
At that exact moment, I must have caught the piping on my way down; the night bag began to leak!
was sudden and urgent!
❹ I hastened ASAP to the wet room. But: unfortunately, ❺ 
I decided as I was in there, to get the 
done. Stripped off, which sounds and indeed used t lobe a simple job… until the Mystery Pains, Catheter and taking tumbles started this morning. 
had been bleeding again.
After what seemed like hours… Oh, it was! Getting the bag, Porcelain Throning, ablutioning and getting dressed, I returned to the front room.
Had left it a mess last night. Hadn’t taken the waste bags with him or cleaned the medicine pot.
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I took these a few hours later on. The seagulls were food hunting again.
Very nice too!
Arrived to get cataracts… no, not them; the night catheter attached to the day one. Nice to see him again, but he was a smidgen annoyed at the doctor amid hospital crossed lines and different instructions on my taking the antibiotics. Like me, Richard is not getting updated on medical things. He said someone was going to come in a few days to take the catheter out. I’ve heard nothing about this from anyone, either. No one called me to advise me at all?
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Pity about yesterday’s little glitch. We could have had
Morning snaps from the Kitchenette
Local swelling.
New potatoes cooked in the crock-pot, then
This was his last call of the day. And he wanted to get home.