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There are times, quite frequently lately, that I don’t want to struggle anymore with problems… well, anything. Which, of course, is an impossibility to achieve. At my age, my mental and physical condition is a smidge on the slope to depths of unmanageability. With Carer Kara about to be off for two weeks, my problem-solving inabilities will no doubt get further behind; the memory devolves into “Sod-It-Mode”, “Self-pity”, and “Confounding-Confusionability” are already at the limit I can cope with at the moment. Now, this morning, as writing, the 
have started again; below the knee, lumps are getting bigger and thickened for the first time ever. And started failing, in the fashion of, currently not too bad 
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Alright, I was standing at the sink when it kicked off. I grabbed the edge of the sink and knocked over some plates and cutlery as I fell forward onto the draining board, having missed my grip.
First Carer Shaquille. Then, I got on with the blogging.
Carer Kara arrived. She checked the finances for me. She opened a British Gas Email to try and make sense of it, which I couldn’t. Then, she addressed the Demand for a Meter Reading from me. She went with me to the housing in the lobby outside the door and found that according to the meter, I was on five different rates for electricity! None of them produced a five-digit reading, which BG was asking me to fill in on their website. We were baffled by this! Kara said she’d asked the wardens if they could help. I’m not hopeful. Then again, I’ve been bereft of hope ever since having the stroke.
And still, no one wants to Adopt a Grandad. Hehehe!
I woke around 0215hrs due to the ankle ulcer and electric shocks and decided to get up, as sleep was not an option as the shocks became persistent.
I made a mess of the first attempt to snap the nocturnal pouch. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but the second one seemed to come out a lot better.
Even worse than yesterday!
Rubbish bag to the doorway.
Interesting shot through the balcony door.
I’ve forgotten why it was interesting now. Tsk!
First of the day pouch emptying session
Bits in the urine and bubbles. Erm?
End car park later on.
A late afternoon balcony shot.
Early evening skies.
A beauty to these, I thought.
Hello, back to the Porcelain Throns.
Trotsky was well in command.
Did as described earlier. It helped me settle down on the electricity billing. Not only that, she worked out how I could get the publications linked to Linkedin! I was completely lost on how to do it! Bless her! I’ll miss her when she’s on holiday, by the way I will.
I missed this one, so I loaded it out of sync. Of course, that is nothing remarkable to me, as you know.
My favourite Puffer Clouds soon disappeared as the low outer clouds fell. Or had I loaded one from another day? I am not sure why I put this in. However, I also found this one below.
So, I assume the sunshine sneaking through indicates they were taken together. I’m waffling on here! As the sun passed, these may have been taken early in the morning. Or not. I’m struggling with things today, although I’m doing better with blogging. I thought! Until I spotted the new Grammarly telling me, it had 27 Review suggestions for me. I’d better get them done then. Huh! That took me ages to get sorted.
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Nurse Hristina Arrived ♥
Coming from the Deep Vein Thrombosis, Wafarin, INR level, and Anticoagulation blood-taking clinic session. Such a lovely lady. Always a pleasure when she calls.
The intercom rang, and it was an Asda delivery, I thought I’d ordered this for next week? Never mind; the J Sainsbury one must be coming next week.
I asked the driver to put the light things into a box so that I could carry them to the kitchen, which he kindly did. I then moved them from the doorway to the kitchen.
By the time I lugged the bags and box into the kitchen, I was ringing with sweat and breathing heavily. As I just got them into the kitchen, Carer Israel arrived, 
full of beans and feeling perky. He sorted the medications out for me and took some nibbles as a treat. I gave him a can of grapefruit drink from the fridge, which would cool him down a smidge later. Hehe! Then I got back to sorting the delivery out. 
Getting the things in the fridge and freezer called for some jiggling about a bit. The fridge loading was easier than the fridge was. In fact, there was still some room in it when I’d finished. Plenty of drinkies in there for the carers to have in 
this warm weather.
On the other hand, some fodder had to be removed and dished out of the freezer to make room for the newly delivered items. It’s chocker-full now! Damned good job that I ordered J Sainsbury’s order for next week and not this. Else I’d had another load of food to store away! Hehe!
I pressed on with the blogging.
Found this mystery photo on the SD card on Thursday morning.
Looks like an accidental snap to me. Why, when, I’ve no idea! Where? Balcony curtains?
More blotches than ever in this first evening cloud shot. I got the last of the lens cleaner out and tried to clear it again, but it doesn’t seem to work.
The blotches are still there in the second photo I took. I’ll have to see if there is any other cleaner I can buy and try. I’m not too hopeful.
I made a meal – a simple bowl for a simple man. Hehe! But it tasted fantastic. I still can’t believe these no-meat vegan sausages taste so good, but 
they certainly do.
I cooked the sausages in the oven at 190° for 25 minutes. I added them to the can of tomatoes in the saucepan but forgot to add some salt. Yet the feast tasted so nice. I used Milk Roll bread to put each sausage in and dip it in the tomatoes. Bootifully Satisfying!
I fell asleep watching the Heartbeat episode on Virgin Media, which conned me into buying a new, expensive TV package.
Night Carer Israel came and woke me up. (What’s happening? Have I died? What day and time is it? Hehehe!) and took my diabetic socks off. Israel attached the nocturnal catheter bag to the day bag, treated to nibbles and a drinkie, and off he went. Looking forward to his own bed. Thank you.
Minutes later, I needed to use the
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And what a 
controlled evacuation it was! I started quickly and kept flowing and splattering for ages! A lot of cleaning up was required. Which, I’m sure you’ll appreciate, was a little painful and messy, with me carrying the attached to the day bag nocturnal night bag by the tube and trying not to get it tangled up with 
, or the tube trapped against anything. After finishing the cleaning, I decided to check everywhere for safety, taps (faucets) in 
the kitchen, fridge & freezer doors, and the stove being left on. Seeing the view, I fetched 
and took photos of the evening view.
The fanged blotches were still showing on the snaps. Humph!
So much for cleaning the lens again. A fat lot of good that did for me! Tsk!
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Naturally, a man of my intelligence, know-how, keen, alert, spot-on eyesight, educated, mathematician-like operational brain and investigative skills… 
I got three of them in ten minutes.
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Although Putin is threatening,
The West doesn’t seem to be fussing,
The danger they’re not appreciating,
What’s this attitude accomplishing?
Is their ploy not to do anything?
Is NATO not amalgamating?
With WW3 approaching,
Will NATO end up acquiescing?
I find the whole situation depressing,
The last thing I see might be Earth’s atomising?
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Motionless.
Carer Christopher called. The little scallywag.
First view with Kodak Tim.
Whoops!
Oh, dear!
The clouds are even more beautiful now.
Later I took another shot of the kitchen sky view.
Still too dark.
Any idiot could work this one out…
Sorry about this…
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were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
Dark.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
He’ll be their lawyer?
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Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.
Tried again later.
So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.
Ah, black turning to blue?
Later on, grey fog.
Only three trips today. All the same in nature.
Daily total for internet failures Much better…
The fog was still thick four hours later.
Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!
Aha, I can see shapes!
The day bag often filled up quick today.
Late afternoon, I see houses. Hehe!
Medicationings done.
, the sunshine got through the clouds and fog for the first time today…
Then sank out of view within minutes.
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I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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, get it wrong again.
In the late afternoon, the Oligarchial 
got a signal through as 
arrived. He took the sunset photos on his mobile phone, and I took some with 
Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!
Nocturnal Pouch.
Medicationings.
Mug of tea.
Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.
Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.
2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.
Nosh sorted it out.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal. 
ruled brain thought!
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
Number three of the day!
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Waste bags sorted.
The was better!
First mug of Glengettie!
Computer on.
But not for long.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my 
in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.
Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.
I got a new strap on the wristwatch.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Early Morning
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uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
contraption.
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
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session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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on for twenty minutes, and off again!
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the en
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Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? 
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Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: 
I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
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; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and 
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing 
me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen 
than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed.
chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery
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The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on 
their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
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against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; 
I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them.
The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.
The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving.
you have guessed? Yes… another 
bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This bro
Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. 
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. 
To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about.
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch.
I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
and I stubbed my toes on the chair leg, twisting 
s knee! Both were painful, not that it registered immediately; my mind was trying to remember the dream details… I found some scribbled notes about it, which puzzled me even further; how could I write notes when in a dream? 
I had a struggle to get the connector off from the night 
kicked off. And she’s been so kind yesterday.
The leg dropping off of the ottoman must have been harder than I realised
tackle was itching like mad. 
I anticipated that the resistance from the last three days of 
will need attention soon.
Searching desperately for a silver lining, when Carer Chris came, he took this shot on the right, of both hands. The IV bruise (alert alarm on wrist)
appointment next Tuesday.
Got the computer on.
capabilities from Oligarch’s Liberty-Global Virgin Media to ever get a service that works… and with a stupid idea that it night – proves my idiocy and stupidity!
million salaried top-dog Fries? He does have the look of a Mafiosa leader to me, anyway.
While 
I started a bottle of the Schweppes ‘Monsoon Dance’ soda water, with a melon & watermelon tinge to the flavour. Not only nice to taste, but it got the urine flow going much freer.
I think this must have been the shortest time ever that Money-Cruncher Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media has been on for. Must be a record; about three minutes and it was off again! I wonder, I do that often. What do you think?
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Well into the afternoon now. I had a look at the feet and toes. Apart from them being a little bloa
Time to turn off the internet and computer, and internet, which is usually Mr Fries of Liberty-Global’s job.
vegetables in tomato sauce, added some basil and oregano. All done in about 15 minutes or so. Two wholemeal bread rolls and a mini-pot of lemon mousse. I know how to live! Well, cheaply as I can, anyway. The entire meal cost only around £3… plus £5 for electricity to cook it & light for the kitchen’s 60w bare bulb.
Watched a video. Nodded off a few times during the film, but only for a few minutes at a time, just enough time for me to lose the plot of the movie. I’d left the tray with the dish and cutlery on it on the floor at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy-coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easy-peasy to fall out of, unfit-for-use, not working, grotty recliner. I fell asleep again. Managing to miss the end of the story, not that it mattered really; I’d already missed the start and middle bit.
After treading on the foil tray, cutlery and empty lemon mousse pot, then I quickly and effortlessly carried out another painful 
I even saw two items in this photo. Do you see them? Go on, have a look. Hehe!
Despite 
as well; The two 
forced me into taking one of the Ipobrufen Extra Strong capsules.
Was not interested. So I turned on the TV, bound to nod off when the commercials comes on, surely? Nope!