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After the longest night’s sleep of the year, of over eight hours! 06:55hrs: I was woken from my deep heavenly sleep to the tune of the door chime charmingly but alarmingly chiming 
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(A caring gal), was eventually recognised as the fizzled brain tried to get into gear. It was hard work, confusing and annoying to me cause I knew I was waffling about the leg straps and diabetic socks but could not get a hold of things. The gal gave me the medications and put the compression socks on me, but I struggled with fitting the two leg straps. I tried to guide her, but I was as much use as a bible in a mosque. Thanked her, and off she went to her next person in need.
Storm Babet was settled in for the majority of the day. A run of nine hours of rain. As a record of this, I took photos of the end car park mudslide throughout the day as it gradually grew gruesomely!
Tried to take a close-up through the window.
Then, opposite the flats.
It’s flowing down now.
Tried a closer shot with the window open.
Then, an even closer one.
Muddier water now…
Still growing slowly.
Another close-up.
The top white car had escaped.
It’s at its peak here!
Ablutionings.
Mug of Glengettie.
The District Nurse, Sophina, arrived. Now I’ve got two new diabetic socks on, with ankle straps, I think.
Poor gal got soaked in the rain, and her feet and socks soaked through. Luckily, I have several pairs of new, unworn socks from back in the day when they fitted, and I could use 
. And we went in to pick a pair so she could have dry tootsies on for the rest of her rounds. Lovely gal.
Do you remember me telling you about her?
It was never easy to manipulate by getting worse legs into the darned thing. Every time, I ended up with bruises, bleeding or blood nips. Many Tumbles as well. But nowadays, she lurks in the spare room, and I feel a hatred (well, fear) for her each time I go into the room. I swear the green-coloured, plastic-covered metal implement of torture still laughs as I go by! I can no longer physically cope with using her now.
‘Thank Goodness!’
As indeed, the other five visits of the day were!
Late afternoon,
The plastic pouring cones arrived. I refilled a dropper bottle with Olive Oil. And to think they came from Taiwan within three days of ordering!
When I was filling the bottle, a burst forth from the door chime. A resident had seen the other driver leave the quilt I ordered for the bed that may never arrive, and he’d left it in the ground floor lobby! Things have gone missing from there many times, and I thanked the man venomously for bringing it up to me. Now, if I can get some help with ringing the Age UK number the nurse gave me, I can find out if they can help at all, pay them, and after the clearing is finished, inform Sarah from the Falls & Rehabilitation Team that it is cleared, and then she will order a bed for me. But I have to find out first if they can help.
Then, there is that new appointment at the EENT for the post-cataract procedure – whatever that is. I’ve got to book a lift with Easy-Link there & back.
It’s all go here! Haha!
THE QUILT
At midnight, I gave up on the blog and got my Friday meal prepared. Although, it was a Saturday meal by the time I got it cooked and served up.
Not too bad. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10
TTFNski, Each
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Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Eventually, I stopped counting them.
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, smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before 
which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, 
, for about $234 billion!
RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Potatoes with sea salt added.
Balcony shot of the end car park.
It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The tree copse.
East end of the car park.
Back inside from the balcony.
Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them?
Added some beef flavouring.
Stirred it in…
Then, I added some gorgeous tasting…
to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to 
Made a brew and left it warming up gently.
Starting to eat the not good looking home-made 
The sky looked worth photoing.
The b
dropping down the leg…
It looked like wind more than liquid?
Checked the taps and stove.
in one hand, and 
in t’other!
I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.
I dropped both 
and the 
tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started 
! This left me in a quandary, as 
kicked off, and the need for the rear-end evacuation felt more urgent!
, I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC. 
Nothing but wind escaped!
To stop the bleeding from 
, 
bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind? 
Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on.
Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… 
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The pouch evacuation was too dark.
Off to the ablutioning & of course…
A cut shaving on the cheek that took ages to stop. I was still
I went back in to check on it.
& the Two-Tone-Toes. Hehe!
Sorted the bags.
Booting the computer, I took this view of the morning.
Within an hour, their fourth failing!
The hearing aids were inserted.
And off!
I got in and into the lift, accompanied by 
, and thought I’d take a selfie in the reflection of the wall… But no! I’d left the SD card on the computer! Back up after getting to the ground floor, to the 12th, and en route to the flat to get the card, 
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against the trolley wheel as I got into the flat door. (Yes, I swore!) Got the SD, and back out again. To and down in the lift. Through the link passage to Winwood Court, then to Winchester Court. And out to the bus stop on the front of Winchester Court.
Three or four other residents were waiting, and I started having a so-much-missed chinwag with them. After about five minutes of enjoyable nattering and listening…
dropping down my leg! Arrgh! The trouble could not be investigated at the bus shelter; it would mean removing my trousers to see if the leg grip had broken. That would mean me going back up to the block and the flat to find out; that was a no-no cause if I did, I’d miss the appointment for the flu jab? Then it got surreal… I could feel that the pouch was well full of urine? How’s that, I thought? I’d emptied it half an hour ago and had purposely not been drin
I seemed to be feeling a smidge perky. Mayhap due to having the flu jab? I made my way to the bus stop and found that the 
sign said the next bus due was in 1 minute. Great!
seat. She’s been all the way to Arnold and back.
Took a 
of Mary.
was checked.
My purchases from the Ozan store. Shows I must have been aware of what I was buying, even though I couldn’t remember doing so? 
Two Frikadellens in cobs with sliced tomatoes. Four baked potatoes. Beetroots, and a lemon dessert.
each time, but I’m not sure. Being woken up twice in the state I was in, wasn’t memory-inducing. 
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was easy going with me! Wonders will never cease. Mind you, she did kick off later when I dropped the walking stick and unthinkingly bent down to retrieve it. 
Tsk!
, 
were the worst. With a little occasional stinging back-up coming from 
. The pain behind the eyes is now coming from lower down, near the left ear? But not anywhere near as bad (He says with crossed fingers)
I tackled the nocturnal pouch removing it.
I was summoned to the wet room to use the Throne. The indications acting as a warning that came from the rumblings from the innards, that this was going to be a 
controlled evacuation… it was!
Added the sorted bag of waste to the one that I forgot to ask the Carer to take with him, in the hallway.
I failed to get to the 
in time! It took me over three times as long to clean myself, the wet room floor and furniture up this time! And two more rolls of toilet paper were used in the process! Where’s 
when you need him!
I walloped down two Galpharm capsules when I eventually made the mug of tea… well, it was Thompson’s Punjana. And I took one last night as well. Humph! 
I eventually got the brew of tea made again.
Treats and essentials!
The fridge & freezer were full again!
I lost yonks again trying to get the signal back. Also lost time and work done when it kept coming back and off again within minutes each time! After an hour or more,
it seemed to be working again? 
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Carer Benjamin came for the heavy-medication evening visit.
Moments later the 
I selected some tomatoes.
The view had changed dramatically.
As the Sun rapidly disappeared.
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10. Nice!
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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!
I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… 
and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
lift.
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from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic.
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Tsk!
I took this sad selfie!
He took a snap of 
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When Save Earth mention Global Warming!
The compiler said the average time is 11 seconds. Mmm?
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Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, 
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh.
Hehehe!
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Oh, yes… Gorrit! 
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First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, 
on the left foot, and 
on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of 
lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?
which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. 
, the toes as mentioned, and 
assisted me to knock my torso against the door frame going into the kitchen. So, 
Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!
To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then I 
the 
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either.
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.
I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.
Good colour in the pouch.
The homemade dressing is still on.
engaged!
Nice!
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.
Just as well they were out of some foods!
Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favou
I made short work of this one!
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Well, well, well, another farcical rising 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 recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team. 
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! 
, Tsk!
night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
Carer Richard arrived.
I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.
evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, 
plaster thingy, he said could
stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but 
started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad 
that 
made sure the SD card was in 
one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view? 
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As I was going to the 
, I thought of what I think was a witty retort to use on this blog… So I got 
Notice how it’s a little askew, did you?
The toilet roll had only been used once, and there was only a quarter of it left by the time I’d cleaned up after the evacuation! Seeing in in the WC, reminded me of a dollop of Chilli Con Carne but yellow in colour. Eurgh!
It’s been more consistent lately. 
And took this early morning view.
Then got the kettle on.
Made a tasty brew of Glengettie tea.
And onto the computerisationing. Where I stayed, making error after cock-up, for a few hours. Until 
arrived. We had a natter as she medicated me, did the eye drops, and departed. Not before putting a pad on.
The end car park mud-slide was building up in the rain.
Checked on the soup left over from last night. It was edible enough to have tonight… and hastily responded to my innards message to get back to the 
Took these two photos of the beautiful clouds…
I stopped blogging for a while. Got a waste bag made up.
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Putting the empty can in the new waste bag, I managed to cut my finger down the nail of the sharp edge of the tin.
came. A nice gal, who liked a natter and laugh, which suited and cheered me up a lot. Got the tablets issued, eye drops in, and accepted an ice cream. Not seen her for a long time. I asked if I could take her photo for this blog, and she agreed. 
back to a better NHS-3, I reckon.
From a distance…
A little closer…
Then close-up!
The tablets don’t seem to be helping with the Diarhorrea?
They have always helped in the past? Shame!.
The lad gave me painkillers and asked if needed any Peptac or the night pouch attaching. I explained that I had not had a meal yet, so no need to put the bag on for me. I’d take the Peptac after eating. Ricard checked the medication drawer, and put the 
eye drops in for me.
More blurred this time.
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Oh, what a todoo!
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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. 
Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.
Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result!
The toes remain in a two-tone shade.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me? 
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.
slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the 
was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!)
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?
The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
