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Just as bad were my Moon photo takings…
Wobble and a double moon.
Another bad un…
Nearly missed it altogether…
Aha, Gorrit!
Later shot from the kitchen.
tended to me. Got diabetic socks on my feet and Phorpain Gel, which medicated me.
Blogging for an hour or so and ordering food for next Monday. 06:30>07:20hrs.
Gotten Himmel! That suddenly filled up!
Carried them into the kitchen
No potatoes! But hot dog rolls and baguettes last a week if I use the freezer. Drink treats for the nurses & carers. There are low-cal sausages and some franks in there, too. Wholemeal cob hot dogs?
Milk and Carers treats
The fridge was filled.
The freezer is full, too!
Even darker wee-wee now.
Carer Chris saw how long and so low down the new Catheter day pouch was. He tried to shorten the thick, wide tubing, but it was glued on, so there was no go. We both think this was a female bag. I’m in great pain as I now have to bend down as low as my ankle to get to the release valve for emptying, which is not suitable. I’ll ask Kara if she can see if these are ladies’ bags tomorrow.
Massive tubing!
The release valve is far too low down.
Lovely view.
Late night shot. Not too bad for me.
Made hot dogs and had them with tomatoes and mushrooms with a splash of low-calorie tomato sauce in each sliced roll. The chips are processed out of a packet cold, which the Nurse tells me are low in carbs and calories, and I’m allowed to eat.
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Sorry this is short, but I was so busy making mistakes and correcting things. Losing things and going off track, getting involved in many activities and tasks simultaneously. I forgot what and where I was with earlier self-made missions. They all sort of merged and melted away until something reminded me. Then, I’d tackle the unfinished job and lose what I was doing at that time again.
Tomorrow, I will start the three times daily (But only once for the first three days) 15-minute exercises again. Like I had after the stroke. But I’m doing them at home this time. I’m told to leave the bending and lifting ones off but double up on the joint ones, so I get 15 minutes’ worth done each time. I can decide when I find the leaflet, but I remember most of them pretty well – I recall the different pains each open left me in. Hahaha! Might get some stickers for the touch pads they had at the centre. Oh, I am brave, & a fibber!
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I only got three of them in 25 minutes!
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The bits of skin constantly fall from my forehead onto the lenses of my nine-year-old spectacles.
I’m still doing daily searches to find the new glasses in the flat somewhere!
I was born with nothing…
And have most of it left!
Of luck, good fortune, I’m bereft,
Surviving was my only skill or craft,
And being willing and able to graft,
I bet St Peter will have a laugh!
Hehehe!
TTFNski, all and each!
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The only decent photos taken all day. Of the sky and moon. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete put an end to decent Kodak Tim shots then. Not many were taken today, and I lost my confidence a little. the Kodak Batteries lasted for only a day, about 12 pictures worth. Later, I put the last of the Kodak batteries in; they are… were, two batteries a day used since buying them. A warning here is anyone is tempted to buy them from Amazon or eBay… don’t! They should be called Energy-less!
On the next visit to the Porcelain Throne. Still, it does make things more interesting; never knowing what you are going to have to put up with. Constipation Konrad’s unmoveable concrete Torpedoes? Splurging, splattering, almost liquid evacuations, of the Trotsky Terence mode that needed not only my body but sometimes the wet room floor, WC, and splattered floor cupboards to be cleaned.
Carer Richard arrived; the lad was not looking or feeling very well. His diabetes. His HbA1c level is all over the place, and it shows. I hope not, but think the lad will have to be off work again soon. Nice bloke too!
it turned out, arrived five minutes after Richard had left me. It was 
. She was on the much overdo and needed weekly domestic visits. Helped me with the ablutions. I really appreciated that and hid my embarrassment, and she didn’t laugh. Haha! While I was shaving and not doing a good job of it, Maryham cleaned the wet room for me. But I forgot to ask her to put my socks on afterwards, Brr! Hehe! ♥
Started blogging many hours later than planned. Then,
getting the socks on. ♥ 
Stubbed my toes against the base of the clothes-airer legs. I just laughed it off, with gay abandonment and a chuckle to myself.
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My typing and blogging skills were even worse than they were earlier. I’d typed unknown words that did not exist. Misspellings and grammar disasters that had Grammarly forever showing up. Forgetting the word or words needed to suit the context. Stomach ache, and of all things, I’m being barraged by 
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Took the tablet, and was summoned to the wet room. What a mess! And an awful lot of cleaning up afterwards was needed. 
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has never stung before. Well, it flipping well did today? 
After a few hours farting about making mistakes on the blog, I opened the box of Walkers Worcester Sauce-flavoured 21g potato sticks and gobbled it up. Not the whole box you understand, just one packet. Hehehe!
I went to use up the last of the chips. Doing the daily meal preparations… 
Placing the chips in the oven, and up popped kindly, 
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these were the last of my chips, and I was going to have a last feast of them, now they have been banned by the doctor! After the pain of getting down to retrieve them and then getting back up and cleaning them, I 
carefully got them back in the oven and cooking. Then made up a baguette with the usual No-Butter Butter slathered thickly on the wholemeal roll. How will I manage with eating no potatoes? Can witchcraft help? Praying did
Here it is! Sadly, these are my last chips until I get the diabetic level down to a safer level… even then, and if I can do so, will they allow me to once again eat 
the staple food of the 1940s-born generic Nottingham proletariats ever again? Will this be the final score high score of my noshes?
I saw here, Mummy & Daddy clouds, with the babies all in line below
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A tinge of brown in the first-morning snap of the view from the kitchenette?
Thus, I evacuated the splashy sludge.
The brown clouds had lessened.
I did the waste bags and then made up the day’s spring water bottles.
Getting lighter now.
Frost was on the ground, but that soon cleared up, especially on the bottom field, decorated with footfall-made paths.
Despite my guzzling away at the water, the flow from bladder to pouch was far less today.
Late afternoon.
Bye-bye, sunshot.
Veg soup, nosh. Had just two thin rounds of bread, and some potatoes were in with the beans.
I did… but not in the time allotted.
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A bit nippy when I opened the kitchen window!
Carer Chris, who brought my laundry back last night, arrived. Medications administered. Peptac & Paracetamol were taken this morning… that was because 
I started to put last night’s laundry away.
The dressing gowns were still damp. So I hung them on the air warmer.
After blogging for an hour or so, I took this kitchen photographicalisation.
Surprisingly, IU found the day pouch needed emptying, so I did. It looked as if the blood streaks had gone, but it was still a smidge red and had bubbles… large ones this time in it. 
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The second Carer took this photo of the once again filled-up catheter day pouch…
Rang out.
It was the Vitamin B12 tablets. A year’s supply!
The flipping pouch needed emptying again.
Another shot while the clouds were so perfect for picturing. I saw more things in this one.
I must phone the district nurses on Monday. To inform them of all the wee-weeing going on.
Getting late now. Another beautiful view was taken.
The sun goes down. Bootiful
Minutes later.
I think there was a fire somewhere later. I could hear a lot of klaxons and see red, blue and twos. 
I missed this one I took earlier at the end of the car park mudslide. 
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Woke up by Carer Chris.
And the left one, by Colin Cramps!.
Carer Chris removed the Nocturnal Night Pouch, and took the above photos for me.
Gorgeous skies.
Not passing much these last two hours, and I’d been guzzling the spring water?
Another view of the sky.
More bills arrived. Huh!
The afternoon brought the clouds out!
Nibble time.
Aha, the Amazon cans of beef arrived; I shall try these on a wholemeal roll with chips, methinks…Chips! Did I say ch
I got a duplicate-ridden one here… Tried again
Not good again, but betterer?
Well, once more, I failed.
A chipless meal, you notice?
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Pouring down out there.
The car park flooded again.
Oh, dear!
Another change in mode.
speed merchant who fitted the new fibre system, TV, landline and internet, (which costs me four times as much as the one that would not work). This was after the internet went down, and he didn’t tell me I had an extra landline, which he put on the floor, or that the telephone number had been changed.
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Note to Doctor!
Grrreat!
I do love this view!
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Mudslide from the park.
Ayup, here comes the rain again.
Day pouch soon filled up!
. I’ve no control over the digits at all. No wonder I’m making so many mistakes typing and dropping things.
Gorgeous!
No evacuation boredom for me.
Looks like a spot of blood in the dark, misty-looking urine on this last emptying out of the 
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However, the sausages tasted rank!
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yet again… this time it was four hours before I found it again. Missed the sunset and annoyed myself. Nothing new there!
I stirred reluctantly in mock life.
Removed the nocturnal catheter bag.
Wash and shave.
The legs & feet were looking okay.
The bloodless parts of the toes were seemingly getting larger in the area? The make on the right foot is actually, I think, a mark on the camera lens. But I tried to clean it off the other day without any success? It does not show up in dark areas, so I cunningly took the top photo upside down. Clever, eh? Or not.
A second attempt at evacuating from the rear end, and Trotsky had regained control. Last visit!
All done ablutionally and medicatingly, I tackled getting the Depend PPs on. I am not kidding; I reckon the whole operation took me about 5 minutes from start to finish! With some miracle, the pains from knees Arthur Itis and the two Cartilages were not too bad! 
I made up some bottles of spring water (flavoured with cordials) for the day’s intake. 
Sorted the waste bags.
I was gobsmacked to see that the Catheter Day Pouch had filled quickly. Oddly, the shade looked a little deeper as the day went on.
The landline rang 
And very welcome she will be! ♥
At least it was a small one.
Baguettes, beans & bacon soup, Soda water, a can of minced beef, kitchen towels, and Worcestershire Sauce flavoured chip sticks. And…
Hot dogs, potatoes, rissoles & Lamb Patti!
The day pouch was choker-full again!
I eventually discovered that I must have knocked it off the recliner arm, and it’s fallen into the control pouch outside the chair. Angry at myself but so pleased that I found it, I went to take a very late shot of the night from the kitchen.
Not a brilliant one, though.
Full again! And look at the dark colour?
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Lovely morning view.
Amazing cloud and lighting.
What handsome looking best!
I got some bottles of Bladder-pleasing spring water into the front room. I’m trying to during more, as the urine in the day bag os getting darker.
A very rare event here! I microwaved a hot dog, opened a packet of low-calorie sticks, and I added a pot of orange jelly, and had an afternoon snack! Nice!
I did, however, get the few photos taken into CorelDraw and got them in the WordPress gallery to use in the morning… at least, I hope to. I pondered over where the term cat in hell’s chance may have originated, I looked it up on Google: A footnote to a humorous poem printed in The Gentlemen’s Magazine of April 1792 perhaps gives a clue to the origin. “Charon”, it says, “has orders to deprive all cats of their claws. Whence comes that saying in hopeless cases – he has as much chance as a cat in Hell without claws”.
Got some fodder cooked, prepared, and served up.
