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So, busy a day again…
The memory losses, blanks a pain,
There was only one trip to the Porcelain!
Only one person called me a lamebrain,
Frustrations, mixed messages from my brain,
Errors, confusion, errors; all a bane!
So many medications… but never cocaine,
Think of the poor devils in Ukraine…
I’ll try never to complain again!
The diabetic socks, I forgot to take off again.
I think I’ve laddered them?
During the night I’d been wen by the usual Thought Storms, and last night, a sharp pain under one of my toes. Why? No idea, until a carer arrives to have a look at the toes for me.
A smidge dark.
Medicalistationings tended to.
Gottwo spuds out to have later. (11 hours later, it turned out to be) Tsk!
Made the only brew of the day.
And let it go cold. Humph!
Topped up the Nurses, Carers & deliverymen nimble box on the carer’s table.
arrived. After giving me the medications, she took off my socks and investigated the painful toe. She thought it looked like a verruca or corn coming on.
We realise this must have been caused by the going out shoes yesterday with all the hobbling. She put some cream on the toe for me. The Asda delivery arrived while Marie was with me. Marie took the bags into the kitchen from the door to the kitchen. After the gal departed, I set to putting the food away.
Fresh foods for the fridge.
Frozen for the freezer.
Cupboard supplies.
Nibble Treats.
Cleaning stuff.
The fridge looked full.
Even the fridge door.
I may well get depressed and tempted…
But starve, I shall not! Haha!
The day pouch was filling again while I was doing this supremely popular, intelligently written, followed by thousands of worldwide masses (and they both like it) blog. 
A darker colour, though!
Severe 
Up to taking this sunset.
Almost like an oil painting?
I found that I’d put the two red potatoes into the oven on a medium heat. How long ago that was… I don’t recall, but they were well-cooked by now. So, set about making a meal of sorts.
While making the hurried meal, I took these belated sunset photos.
A wide view.
And zoomed in one.
Then back to making the meal.
As I moved to the sink to put the oven tray in to soak with bleach and washing liquid, I felt the catheter pouch slipping down with the weight.
Got it emptied, washed my hands and then the oven tray. Even darker urine this time!
I finally got the meal eaten…
Liquid Sea-salt & Flora none-butter, butter were added to the potatoes…
A vegetable Pastie, And very nice too!
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Cheers, each!
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Made for the wet room without taking any view shots. It was important that I get the ablutions and dreading dressing done ASAP, just in case there were any of the usual 
Photo taken after creaming it.
A new spot was found on the left leg.
Slippers on. I couldn’t get the left leg one on, so asked Care Joanne to to put it on when she arrived. 
chimed from the door chime. It was Carer Maryham, doing the domestic call. She kindly got on with it while I took a sleep, in the knowledge that she would wake me in time for a final check that I’d collected everything needed, ready for the clinic visit, and catch the Easy Link bus. Which the gal did. I got the 3-wheeled walker, and Maryham walked me down to the ground floor, well, in the lift. 
Hello, the old clock is back on the wall in the main lobby. I imagine the new clock had been stolen, along with my and other’s bags of laundry? Hehe!
It was drizzling out there, and the mud could be seen that had been walked into the building.
My favourite driver was outside waiting for me to be picked up, from Easy-Link. She got the money from my various pockets to pay for the lift and we were off.
Turning right down Winchester Street Hill.
Sneaked this ahoy en route… But dropped the camera, and I was firmly in the grip of the seat belt, and could not retrieve Kodak Tim, which settled between my legs… until we arrived at the Riverside.
I discovered that Dominic, was not there today, and it should have been last Monday that I could speak with him. Of course, these things could happen to anyone… but the odds were it would have to be me!
Flipping dark! But it was easy enough to empty today, and hot water and soap to wash with. I hobbled out into the rain and walked to the Bulwell Market and the shops. This was an expensive trip out!
Not particularly busy, but with the rain?
Looking a little gloomy, too!
Called in the Heron store. Needed help with using the cash dispenser again, Tsk! Came out with a bag of fodder, and down to the B&M store
Left with a bigger bag of purchases.
They must have recognised me?
Bless, them…
Then a hobble back to the riverside, in the rain
Exiting the car park.
En route.
Bestwood, I believe.
Top Valley?
Unknown.
Sherwood.
Back at the prison… I mean flats! I mused over three weeks ago when my laundry and new bag were never returned, along with a few other poor residents. The following week, I put it all in my new bag, and the laundry was returned… but in an old bag; I mentioned that it was my laundry but not my bag, and they took away the bag. Yesterday, three days after sending and paying for it to be washed, it came back damp. 
We pulled up, And the gentleman said his farewells, and up to the cell… no, no… flat.
Emptied out the fodder from the bags.
And got on with making something to eat.
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That was a waste of time!
I took a shot of the ‘Designer’, Inchy’s Peed, several times, washed, dried, and salvaged slippers. Hehe!
The usual medicationalisationing was done.
I’d just decided to have a go at the crossword puzzle, expecting another false alarm…
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quality splurged out from the read end, splattering and rebounding up my bum and the porcelain! Yet, at this point, I just wasn’t bothered. I just finished cleaning and Germoloiding the rear end, the W.C., and the somehow escaped specs on the floor. 
that I 
, I still felt… Well, up!
gave way on me. I quickly dropped the picker-upper, which fell, landing on me, and I twisted my back while grabbing the sink to avoid going over in a tumble… 
to do so. Once up, I tried to get some pain gel on the affected lower back area. but it was too painful to reach where the worst pain was.
I’ll ask the Carer to do me later. I struggled so painfully, but I eventually got the P.P.s on.
I washed and got some Anya potatoes in the crock pot for later in a stew I’m planning.
This little gem of a mini potato, I had to photograph. Remember that amongst my many blog followers, there are pareidoliarists (Well, they both are!)
Still a little murky out there, but not cold.
I thought it was never going to stop!
The front car park is on Chestnut Way.
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I got stew ingredients in the saucepan with potatoes to add later. Additions: chunky tomatoes & vegetable cooking sauce, garden peas, vegetable stock, liquid sea salt, and courgettes. I hadn’t heated it yet; I just stirred the mixture occasionally, cut up the cooking bacon, and got it in the oven.
Got the potatoes added.
I drifted out of it, I think, for about three hours.
Went to check on the bacon in the oven and took these.
Had a struggle to detach the lumps from the oven tray. I bent the food slices and used a metal one to get them all off the tray. As for the tray, it was doomed to the waste bag. R.I.P.
The pouch was a great colour… well, it looks it in this photo. But I’m sure it was a lot darker in reality… 
and I disagree about what this is.
It was worth all the efforts to make. This little feast tasted Grreat! 
Easy-Peazy! Haha!.
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Making the late… or early morning meal, I dropped a saucepan on the kitchen floor. It took me ages to clean up the mess that I made. Accompanied by a few select curse words and name-calling to myself.
Cor, the urine bag had filled up sharpish again; It’s been doing that the day or so now.
I got my cooking hat on. Hehehe! Taking care of not having another ‘dropsies’, I added some potatoes to the veg mix, come stew. Added a jar of chunky tomato-vegetable sauce, some peas, and butter beans to the pan. Putting the last of the roast mini potatoes in as well. Stirring and tasting all the time. 
Grrreat!
By gum, I enjoyed that!
Washed the pots.
Two extremes at the same time?
As I removed the night pouch, the urine was dark enough to concern me.
My first view shot of the day.
By the time I’d taken it, the day pouch was pretty filled again, so quickly? But a slightly better colour.
Took a second snap.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed as the medications and jokes were shared. I took her BP before she left, and it’s all looking good!
I must try to get more slippers… maybe a few pairs if I can find some on sale at a reasonable price. Cause as sure as the Rishi’s Tories are condemned to lose the next election, go into near extinction, as they wait for the Labour masqueraders to financially cripple the nation, Legalise grass, and Nationalise the railways; I’m bound to have another escapade of fluid from the 
, via a burst, a leak,
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a week this month. Tumbles, faulty valves and walking into a door frame were the last three main reasons.
The next pouch emptying session, and there were so many today, was it back to dark again?
A sticky, gooey edge! Hahaha!
One of my worst ones ever.
They started (apparently) a good colour but grew grimmer at emptying time.
The clouds could be seen in the dark. The high winds maintained a presence for some time. Aircraft had been grounded – I’m not surprised at the speed at which the clouds were being driven across the night sky. It’s a wonder that they didn’t leave a contrail. Hehe!
shot.
I think my cyber-mate, Tim, would call this photo artistic, that’s not the word, but I can’t recall it now. Ten seconds ago, it was all in my mind, ready to type it, and it went AWOL. I can only pass on any praise to
, supported by sweet 
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Another Mystery?
The last leftover vegetable stew was doctored with more borlotti beans and chunky vegetables.
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06:35hrs: Up and removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day pouch on my left leg.
Read the contents label. It showed that 500ml of urine had been passed in a few hours of kip.
An early Blue-Hue shot.
I seem to have taken two? Nobody told me. Hehe!
Wet room to get a wash and empty the half-full already day pouch.
Christopher has a new yellow bobble hat on. I resisted making any comments of a humorous nature. I liked it, and was jealous! Haha!
Chris took a couple of shots of the ailments of the morning. The waste bag, the catheter, always filling faster than Rishi, is losing votes.
Chris 
& her swollen knee for me, bless him. I got the diabetic socks fitted and medications issued.
The urine bag filled quickly again, and the colour didn’t look very good this time.
A bit of red joined the blue hue!
I got into the room, emptied the pouch without any bother, felt a little smug about that… then washed my hands and turned… walking straight into the edge of the door I’d left open. Hitting the chin and shoulder at the same time. Tut! Needless to say, but I will, this set off 
Of course, putting Phorpain gel on the shoulder, dropping the tube and treading on it, squirting most of the contents sell over my legs and the wet room floor, my two odd slippers ageing a stickiness and spreading it about so had to be taken off… then the flaming 
started as I bent down to 
Yet another need to empty the pouch! How come this is happening when I’d not been drinking very much at all? Far short of requirements anyway.
I decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I opened a packet of the new large cookies with white chocolates on the top and black chocolate bits inside. They were far too sweet for me. Humph!
Took this shot from the computer chair. I continued making mistake after mistake and errors in typing on the computer. I’ve known for months that this was going to come as Peripheral Pete and the dying neurotransmitters got worse. But it was still a shock to find myself struggling so much. Now I’ll have to cut back on the blogging, no choice. So sad!
Off again. Still too dark as well.
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I took two-morning view shots.
A blue hue again.
Made a potent brew of Glengettie tea.
took a snap of the bluer-than-ever sky.
To the wet room for a wash.
Again!
The sky getting lights now.
Back on the computer.
Anyone else got one? Beats me!
The day bag was once again filling rapidly.
I went to get the kitchen sink & floor cleaned…
kicked in at the same time. These ailments are getting cunning now! 
By the time I’d crawled to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and got myself back up on my feet, it took an awfully long time. It confused me as to how it happened; what brought it on? I got the knee Germolened and had forgotten all about the cleaning up I was doing, and got back on the computer. Hours later, at about 10:00hrs, it dawned on me that I’d ordered the Morrison’s delivery to come twit 08:00hrs>09@00hrs. I had to empty the bladder bag again…
I sorted the waste bins out.
More wee-wee escaped of its own accord.
The sun came out – then back in again.
I took this artistic close-up shot.
Bad full again!
Hehehe! But she was patient with me. ♥
took the call. Chris said the driver was calling, and he’d gone to the wrong floor. It was the Asian chap who delivered the last JS order. A grand patient lad. He and Chris put the goods into carrier bags and left them in the hallway.
And the kitchen.
Three failures, and now the innards were beginning to give me some gyp! Fancy that!
Fish week, by the look of it? A bit of lamb crept in there. False surimi prawns, fishcakes of three types… Yes, another cock-up with my ordering! And two brands of surimi sticks. Having them tonight… although it will probably be morning by the time I get them.
Vegetable Risotto meals, cobs, bread, cheapo cooking bacon, but no milk. Due to one of my famous mistakes or not, I know not.
The Surinami sticks were terrific. As were the beetroot and garden peas. The Morrisons’ smoke haddock fishcakes and battered hake were not so good. I had to abandon eating these fishcakes; they were bland and tasteless!
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I grappled my way up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, and felt amazingly up for it. Took the photo above of the nocturnal pouch. Then…
Got on the computer, and I got a visit from my Angel of Mercy, Hristina. She is so kind and understanding, patient too. I also believe she has a high EQ, for she soon picked up on my depression, and we chatted a minute or two after she’d painlessly taken the INR Warfarin blood Test. ♥ A Sweetheart!
But it took its time.
I cut the fat off of the meat, and cubed it, ready to go in the vegetables later on.
Got the veg and sauce in the saucepan.
Added the meat, peas and beans, and stirred it in, with some chunky veg sauce.
Blimey, it was freezing out there; the nurse and Carers said so as well.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea.
Pretty delicate clouds.
Then I took a close-up shot.
I got the potatoes from the oven and added them to the pan. Good and crisp they were. Maintained stirring up and, at one time, added a bit more sauce. Enough there for two meals, sn tomorrows will all ready for warming up. Well, that’s the plan!
Bootiful! 
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Ah, well! A False Alarm, then?
I found this mystery photo on the SD later. What it was and why I took it remains another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, Cognitive Impairment Iris, & FND, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? You never know; I might remember what it was all about while I’m doing this blog… What am I saying… Tsk!
Washed, and I went back to the recliner… deliberately emptying the bags without checking for any nocturnally nibbled empty packets of crisps. Looking through the balcony windows, the ground frost was apparent.
Ti the kitchen to make a brew of J Sainsbury’s Extra Strong tea. And took the view above.
Carer Richard arrived, I can remember bits of the session clearly, but so many blanks remain. Even I can’t believe or understand why. Then a mild depression started due to this. I was losing what we’d said minutes earlier. But could recall the time he arrived?
Germolened the backside, I saw the clock, and by Jimminee, I reckon I’d been asleep for over an hour and a half, maybe longer. Another cleaning up session of the floor, porcelain and WC lid had to be done. 
A banana and pot of jelly for afters!
Despite my frustration at the events and another bout of depression, I turned into a different person while eating this nosh. It tasted grand!
Well, that one wasn’t any good…
Strewth, how many moons did I take? Haha!
Wrinkles again. A misshaped moon too, but at least I got it looking vaguely like a moon.
Took the sky first, not very good was it… Again!
That’s it, a semi-decent one at last! Well…
The stretched photo revealed (Just the bottle).
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I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!
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! Then realised I had not yet ointmentated the piles! No problem, I Germoloided the 
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The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?
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I got 
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Ahead…
And to the left.
The close-up shots are terrible!
A few hours later, and this one was terrible!
A little betterer?
Mystery photo?
A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.
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Later in the morning.
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Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.
called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications
I later found photos of the meal and view shots on the internal section, but I could not access them. Plainly I’d taken them without the SD card in again! 
Just looked at this over-full day pouch!
Evening views from the kitchen.
Well, they both beat me!