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Today was possibly, maybe, perhaps, conceivably, feasibly perhaps, I imagine, I dare say without too much doubt (although this may be debatable), it is plausibly my worst day since being born, then years later, finding out from the midwife that mater’s first words and action as the accoucheuse lady handed me to mother in a bloodied pillow slip.
This is Genuine; Mother also admitted it years later.
Telling me that she took to me later.
“I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” Then dropped her fag ash from her Park Drive all over me.” Not one of the best starts to life, but now I’m nearing the end of it; it dawns on me that nothing seems to have changed?
Ah, life’s been good to me” 
Not much of Diary again, sorry. I even had a roughly three-hour spell of total memory loss, a Mind-Blank, if you like. Mind you, when I came back into ersatz reality, the sunset was just starting, and I spent about two hours photographing the sun and skies… I’m just addicted to the beauty of it. Not a lot I can remember, my scrawled notes are not of much use, I’m afraid.
Anyway, here I go…
Up around 06:15hrs, and realised that the need for the porcelain Throne was due. I got the night pouch off of the 
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Hastened to the Throne and a messy job it was again.
To the kitchen to take these three terrible photographs of the view.
Sorry about this…
Not good at all…
Made up the waste bags, a brew and Carer Jozef arrived. He was obviously running behind and wanted and or needed to press on with his rounds. So I did not engage him in any gossiping. Nice lad.
Made a start on updating yesterday’s blog. The pouch was filling up and needed emptying a few times more than usual… but every single time I bent down to open the valve for emptying, I went light-headed, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit. This went on all day and is the same now at 23:00hrs
Then, the mind blank arrived. Not the foggiest memory, but a Carer had been and signed the log… who or what happened? I know not.
Also, my little finger was hurting and the left side of the jaw too???
A tumble? Had I walked into a doorframe again? Mmm?
I remember Carer Caroline arriving, and I found out that I’d not given her a torch, so did so. Lovely gal!
Things came back as normal as they can be for me around sunset time. And boy, did I get fascinated by the changing sky… Yes, I did! Hehe!
Here are all the Sunset photographs I took; I think I spent ages, with a few interruptions:
First shot
Clouds move all the time…
Sun lowering…
Coming through…
Nearly through…
Took a close-up
Getting brighter…
Ah, the colour comes…
Darn it! Had to go empty the pouch.
Got back in time to catch these beauties…
Wonderful!
Wider shot…
Picturesque…
Globble-rots, off to use the Throne again.
All changed again…
Awesome, the sun is not gone yet…
She has now, but she was still lighting the clouds…
Grrreat effects!
Daunting…
Hello, the sun’s showing again?.
How does that work, then?.
Outstanding!
Another change? I love this!
Mother Nature…
All gone dark… but not for long….
Horison lights up?
The strip narrows.
Then goes…
The high sky goes grey.
Horizon strip white…
Well, a bluey-pink. Hehe!
Nightie-night…
Hello, hello. Can you see this?
I do believe I’m just seen and taken a shot of Jupiter?
Putting the camera away, Carer Richard came in.
I’ve missed the lad. He seemed in a decent mood and looked better than he did last week, I’m pleased to report.
He said he’d change the day catheter in the morning and then add the night pouch to .
I feel like I spoke a lot, but can’t recall what about some sort of moaning, most likely. Grumpy Old Men do that!
I had a handful of fries done in the air-fryer, then a pot noodle with tons of seasoning in it. Dunked some bread in it.
Sleep came easily…
As did the shooting awakes with a jerk!
HUMPH!
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visits up to now.
Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan.
as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Sorry I did now! 
Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
Came in, and 
to the 
for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good.
controlled brain, I was more confused than ever, however: In the morning, when I thought about it, it was so obvious to me that the lad was so right. How these changes in awareness come and go annoy me.
or at worst, an 
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controlled evacuation. Not so much a torpedo, more like a nuclear submarine! Hahaha! But no bleeding with it.
I’m dreading it hewn Doreen gets worse, and I have to pay for some carer to clean me. When it comes to this stage, I don’t think I could cope with the, and perhaps 
, maybe even still having a catheter fitted as well, frightening! As the ever-present oink 
ruling the roost, I would not want to cope. Of course, it’s going to come. Not that I expect to be aware of it. So I decided to try and make the best of things until then.
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powders. I mentioned that I could not fetch them today as I had an Easy-Link picking me up. ‘Why can’t you?’ He asked. ‘Because they cannot digress from the arranged route, or they are not covered by their insurance, you see.’ I replied. Your Carers should fetch it then.
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Food balancing on my belly,
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Another horrendous day..
06:20hrs: Woke and removed the Catheter Night Pouch.
Amazed at how many times the photos of the Catheter Bags seemed to have faces, figures of animals, and other objects on them. 
Emptied the Night Catheter bag in the WC.
Took this photo when making a mug of tea.
The blood coming into the Day bag seemed thicker than ever?
Back to the Wet Room to use the Porcelain Throne.
The Co-op delivery arrived.
Yee Gods! 
The overloaded pouch only let me release a tiny drop of blood & urine.
The bloody valve in the catheter opened itself…
An interesting photo here. No idea what it’s of. Hehe!
Gotten Himmel! The new bag filled up quickly again.
Emptied the pouch.
Took a snap of the much-missed-visiting tree copse.
I see an image in this picture of the day bag. Can you?
This one reminded me of Telstar.
The new shape of the pouches was noted.
Back to the Porcelain Throne.
The bag keeps filling up so quickly?
An hour after emptying it.
Arrived and 
to the day one.
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Only a bit of blood in the first pouch emptied.
Got the slow cooker warming up.
Sunshine, the only burst all day.
Fifth bag emptying of the day.
An hour and a half later…
Iceland delivery.
Amazed to see some bread rolls.
Plenty of from in the fridge still.
I went on my fifth visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Another bag-clearing episode.
to use. Hard work using tissues alone.
Throne evacuations are still incredibly messy.
The catheter bag has filled again!
I did get a different Carer call earlier, in mistake for going to Neighbour Josie. Not that it mattered in the slightest.
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I was trying to catch the seagulls but didn’t so too well.
The blood flowed again in the evening.
Better get summat to eat. I’ve revived the burnt
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I resuscitated the leftover chilli from last night and added a can of cheap baked beans to it and four ersatz sausages, and some tomato passata. Some BBQ sauces were stirred into the mix, and it tasted grand. I had the last two cobs, no bread left now. 
But only temporarily. I’ll find out in the morning if they arrive or not.
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Fait dollop of wee in the night catheter.
Terrible morning view photo.
The light bulb needed changing.
Ah, that’s better. Thank you.
Carer Richard’s donated minder whiteboard.
Cor, the little day catheter bag filled up quickly.
An hour later, again!
Then the wee-weeing stopped?
Evening meal, not bad.
Followed by a pot of porridge.
Woken by Carer Carole-Anne.