Thursday 16th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in! Inchies Day

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 THURSDAY 16th SEPTEMBER 2021 

Last Nights Sunset

Bootifull!

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06:40hrs: Woke and awaited the brain to follow my example. I didn't, so I carried on, on my own. Hehe! Had a chat with Koala and Teddy, hoping no Carer would come in and catch me. Haha!

Rising to my feet, painfully, and I got a bit of a surprise-and-a-half.

The feet had bloated to a stage where walking was difficult, dangerous and hurt a smidgeon. Keeping my balance was nigh-on impossible at first. I was staggering, struggling to maintain control.

I've had this before when it was caused by water retention. It could be that again, but I've been wee-weeing yesterday, a lot stronger? I had a walk up and down the corridor, and things walking-wise were eased after that.

 But I was aware of the need to be careful while the problem remained and take things steady. No sudden getting up, rushing or... Hahaha! Rushing? Me? Hehehe! I do write some unintentional, humorous garbage, don't I! 

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The SYS is working its way back up very slowly. 141, 130, 134 and today, 143. But the NHS Assessment came back with a good result all the same when used with the DIA. Nicely in the lower red, almost in the amber! So, I'm well-pleased with these.

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Pottering Around Again!

I kicked off on now usual pottering around doing unrelated and not time-critical odd jobs. Starting with the washing of the new shirt for the second time. Getting the floor and myself wet in the process.

Ten made some mini food-waste bags up and put them on the box in the hallway, near the door.

Got the potatoes into the crock-pot on a low setting.

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Morning Carer Arrived

The carer was Sobia Naheed, I think. She's a new starter, a student, I guess. Very pretty. Of the no-nonsense mould.

Efficient at the job, though. Just not interested in a chinwag with an old-timer like what I am, Hehe! I think that her mixing with the lower classes is helping her with whatever university or college course the gal is taking. Suits me though, she's certainly got me to cut back on the waffling while she's here. Hahaha!

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Porcelain Throne Activity

With bloated Feet Assessment

After two days of PorcelainThrone activity of the Trotsky Terence type, almost liquid nature, it has returned to the control of Constipation Conrad style!

Stubbornly refusing to start any movement, despite my innards telling me it's coming, it didn't! So, I had a go at the crossword puzzle book, grid 101.

I absolutely failed to get a single solution! So, still no activity from the rear end, I moved on to puzzle 102.

Ah, this one was better for me. I did manage a few answers in this one. Then, just as I was getting on so well with crossword...

The slow, grinding, raw, throbbing event began. It grounded out.

But it needed assistance when it stopped of its own accord part-way through. It does that sometimes?

Several monumentally demanding pushes brought the session to a close. Gawd, that was one of the most prolonged and complicated evacuations I've ever suffered!

Inconceivably, there was no bleeding whatsoever? But I was still glad it had ended. Then had a decker at the legs and feet with the Canon. 

The knees and legs looked okay to me.

T'was the feet and toes that were the problem this morning still. Walking continued to be a problem.

I got dressed without any issues, and as I turned to leave the wet room... Would you believe it? I found the missing cotton-thin dressing gown! I've been looking for this for some days now.

As soon as I spotted the dressing gown, it was hanging at the back of the shower curtain rail. I remembered putting it there to dry after I'd washed it a couple of days ago now. Ah, well!

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My noisy, taciturn, aloof, Laodicean neighbour from above.

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Wee -Brew-Comments

I took a long wee-wee. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana. Then went to the Blogger comments.

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CorelDraw Graphic Making

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Tap-Tap-Tap- Knock-Knock-Tap-Tap

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Wee-wee - No Tea

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CorelDraw Graphic Making

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Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap- Clunk -Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Loud Music?

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Feet Ankles

Might be looking less swollen? It could, of course, just be me seeing wrong; saccades has kicked off again.

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CorelDrawing Again

Slow work, I had to stop; Saccades was too bad for me to concentrate. The persistent noise isn't helping. Hell, he's off again!

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Tap-Tap-Tap-clunk, bang-Tap-Tap...

All the time now, non-stop. Herbert's got a big job on, I suppose? I'll stop recording my  equanimous, unclubbable, stand-offish, unapproachable, haughty, neighbour's noises, but if they do stop, (Hahahahaha!) I might mention it.

What a Git! 

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CBD Time

I'll take an extra painkiller now; the noise had given me a headache. I hope I don't meet the scumbag if I go out... it will not be pleasant if I do! To say the least.

He's still belting away up there.

Swine!

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Got Some Nosh

I had planned to show a photo of this rather tasty beef & gravy, potatoes and peas made up meal - but I left the SD card in the computer and took this non-existent photograph and two of evening skies, which didn't save, of course. 

I did laugh about it! Well, no, I didn't. Sorry about that fib. Cragnangles!

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Evening Carer Arrived

It was Julia, the American gal. Julia did her best to explain the prescription shortages and what she was doing to make it right. She took her time and said that the Codeines would run out by Monday. Which will, I think, mean she will leave notes for Meridian to sort out - they are infamous for failing to do so and indeed have let me down several times already! But I rear I got a smidge confused, and am not sure anymore. She did say she was going on holiday, though. A grand lass, I like her so much. Walked, weel hobbled with her to the door. She took the waste bags to the chute for me as she departed. ♥

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Jill ♥, it was who left a message telling them I needed a reminder of the Doctors appointment for the first memory test. Meridian failed to do so.

The second one, I was assured I would be reminded by the morning carer on the rearranged day. Again, no reminder was given. I was told the carer the third time, and an email would be sent to remind me of the third appointment - neither matured! As pure luck would have it, Jill ♥ called a day before and sent a reminder email to me on her own account. ♥

Then for two Saturdays, no Morning Carer arrived. The first time, I forgot all about no carer calling, and I missed all my morning medications.

The second time, I rang the number on the Meridian folder, and I could hardly understand what the chap was saying. But I did catch his impatient mannerisms when I failed to tell him I was in Nottingham, and each asking him to repeat what he said really pissed him off. However, someone came out to me, six hours late. Which meant I dosed up on the evening tablets six hours early... I don't think it did me any good that, if I recall rightly.

So, my confidence in the prescription medications being fetched for me, and someone to ring the Doctors to make an appointment for the flu jab, my hopes of avoiding the worry and panic, are not at all high. It all goes to prevent any contentment from sneaking into my life!

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Late Evening

Things are unattainable, like rest and respite,

Cause everything takes much longer, life's a fight,

Can longer do things quickly, try as I might,

To pass wee-wee without pain, the day's highlight!

Trying my best to keep out of the limelight,

Appointments, shopping, just another oversight,

The Lord's Prayer, sometimes I recite,

After losing another memory-blank fight,

I went to buy bleach, came back with a theodolite!

It's such an effort to try to type or write,

And the potatoes I bought were covered in blight!

If I forget to get food in, it's stale bread and Marmite,

The Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas unite,

To ensure each night is a sleepless twilight,

Well, it certainly was yesternight!

Life's a struggle, a constant fight...

I think I'll have pickled onions tonight!

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Updated Blog

Then posted it off to Blogger.

Facebooking, then bed was so needed, I got a nibble and my head down.

TTFN!

Wednesday 15th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

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WEDNESDAY 15th SEPTEMBER 2021

06:25hrs: I woke, wrestled wrigglingly away from the c1968 recliner, up onto my feet, and fell back down again as I took the first step! Two good things about my timing: I fell backwards and into the chair and had a soft landing, avoiding any chance of Haemmorroid Harold's piles bursting open. Secondly, I added an extra cushion to the seat last night, so my landing was no real bother.

Early morning Smug-Mode-Adopted!

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Moments of Obiter Dicta

As I went to put the kettle on, deviations, diversions, strayings, divagations, and generally extended moments of confused meanderings began. The mind and body appeared to have a falling-out!

I sensed that they wanted to do different things at the same time. Yet, the brain just trusted that this muddled state of mind would soon pass. Without concern, I worked through this mood, whatever you call it. I was unphased, trusting in my EQ. Generally a reliable indicator. 

The following events made me start to doubt my own confidence. Within an hour or so, things began to come back on and in line, medulla oblongata wise. 

The tea was never made. I'd washed a towel and oven glove? Had a moment of allotriophagy and ate two iced suckers? (wrappers found in the waste bin) I only remember eating one of them?

Took the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) to the wet room, emptied and cleaned and sanitised the bucket, turning to leave the wet room. A vicious wanton, involuntary right leg Neuropathy, Pete Schuhplattler dance erupted!

I was astounded at not going over - I hit various parts of my anatomy as the cross between the soft-shoe shuffle and the hokey-cokey vented away. A couple of bruises, yet no hitting the deck. It seemed that whichever way Nicodemus's none working neurotransmitters sent me, there was something to grab or solid enough to lean on or against that stopped me from going over. I was chuffed with this! I was actually lucky! It may never happen at suck a perfect place, and timing, again.

I almost enjoyed it! Grrreat!

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Turnaround Time!

Things seemed to make more sense after the Accifauxpas in the wet room, and instantly so. I decided to get the Health Checks done and put the kettle on again to brew a mug of Glengettie.

Noticed I'd made an error in the graphic again. I'd put 85 for the Sys; it was 58. But the results were so good, this didn't irk me as much as it might have.

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I Made a Mug of Glengettie!

At Last!

I got to the computer, booted it up, took my first swig of the gorgeously strong tasting Glengettie... and the Morning Carer came in!

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Carer Helen... I think it was

No-fuss. Got the medications sorted. I chatted a bit, but I do not think it was getting through, so I gave her some scratchings, thanked her, and she took two bags of waste with her. ♥

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Porcelain Throne

All wind, with just the odd splash of what looked like cooking oil? Nothing solid evacuated at all!

Well, they would. The legs and feet looked a little battered and swollen. I'd bashed them about a bit with the involuntary neuropathic leg dancing.

Gave the legs a touch-up.

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HERBERT

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Got On With The Blogging

Hard work.

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Checked The End Car Park

Just the two occupants today.

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HERBERT-HERBERT

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Tried To Get On WordPress Reader

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HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT Humph!

Shit! None- Effing Stop!

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Bite To Eat

Sausage & cheese muffin. Two mini desserts. I would have fallen asleep, but...

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HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT-HERBERT Humph!

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Another Bash at Blogging

Got on WP Reader.

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Fell Asleep

Woke up wondering what the time and day it was. Back on Blogging - Comments first to peruse. Bill & Tim's comments were Whoopsiedangleplop replied to.

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Carer Valerie Arrived

Whoopsiedangleplop

I was nose to the computer screen as the door-buzzer buzzed! But no one came in. As I hobbled down the hallway, I realised that when I changed the PPs and medicated certain areas, I'd done it in the front room, where I could sit down to get the trews on, and I'd locked the door in case anyone walked in. Believe me, if anyone had, they would have laughed at what they saw (If they had their glasses on) and may well have refused to call again" Hahaha!

I welcomed Valerie and told her why the door was locked. She didn't laugh.

After giving me the medications, we did have a little chinwag. The lack of Warfarin INR and blood tests came up, which reminded me about the need for someone to ring the surgery for me to book my flu jab. Val said she'd ask her supervisor to find out if anyone could do it for me. Bless her! ♥

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Updating this blog

Found some local news snippets

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Local Covid Update

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Finalised this Blog

Sent link via Email.

Facebooked on Winwood Heights and TFZers pages.

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Made a start on tomorrows template. 

Hopefully, I can get some Sweet Morpheus earlier than on late.

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Life can be a right mullarkey,

Decisions made, often whimscally, 

Pretending it was done or said wittily,

My walking, going more wonkily,

Falling, ending up horizontally,

Looking a fool, feeling more sillily,

Can I be adopted by some family?

Depression is increasing, steadily,

Overeating, I often do, so readily,

There was a time, I was fairly wealthy,

Impecunious now, and not at all healthy,

I forget to bathe sometimes; oh, I'm filthy!

Don't think that I'm just after sympathy!

I'll settle for a cuddle and osteopathy!

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Wrote when I'd lost my medications and CBD drops!

Tuesday 14 th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

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TUESDAY 14th SEPTEMBER 2021

I stirred, needed a wee-wee, clambered to the overnight emergency bucket, and passed a gallon... well, it felt like it!

I realised how confused I was when I started to make a bag of waste up after cleaning and sanitising the bucket.

Then, I made a meal a microwaved meal. I may have thought it was nighttime? But it wasn't; while eating it all up, I realised it was 01:40hrs in the morning.

By the time I'd got the breakfast eaten, I think I must have taken four more wee-wees. Reverse-wise of yesterday?

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Health Checks Next

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Off Into Haze-land!

Wandering around, starting jobs and getting myself diverted to other jobs, I went into the spare room and gave up trying to remember why I'd gone into it! My sanity was saved when I had to go to the Porcelain Throne; it returned an iota of normality - but fear as well, after yesterday's almost liquid, funking to high-heaven evacuation.

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Wet Room Activities

Another session of no effort needed 'Splurt - Splash & All Over, and done!'

The innards fooled me again, though; that sensation showed itself when you know there is more to come. 

No follow-ups arrived, but at least I got a few more answers in crossword 101. Cleaned the mess and myself. And hobbled back to the computer.

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Started this blog going

Struggled with the graphic creations a little, but the typing was easier, thanks to Nicodemus's neurotransmitters being calmer, far less bother. Found the latest Covid figure for Nottingham.

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Ablutionalisationing

I thought it might clear the haze a little if I got the ablutions done and had a refreshing stand-up wash and a medicalisationing session. So, I did, but it didn't! Haha!

However, I did manage a cut-free shaving session! Although slightly swollen and aching a bit, the feet and legs looked good in the photos.

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Medicationalisationings

Varying Degrees of Agony!

I started with one of the usually more manageable tasks, Phorpain gelling the Arthur Itis's knees, feet and hands. I amazed myself at how adept I seemed to be this morning, using the picker-upperer to reach the lower regions to apply the gel! This can do no harm to Colin Cramps either.

Started Back-Pain-Brenda off, and one clout of my knuckles on the corner of the floor cabinet. Pain-level 4/10.

Little Inchies Fungal Lesion

Today was not going to be different either. 'Argh!' I took it slowly and tried to be careful as I applied the fearsome Daktacort® ointment. Glad that was done! This job is always going to be the most painful of the medicating tasks. Pain-level 8/10.

Stomach Folds

I much for pleasant practice putting the Germolene on the cracked skin. This cream eases from the first moment it gets applied to the wound! Pain-level 0/10.

Harold's Haemorrhoids

I can get another brand on prescription, but Germoloid is way ahead of the others in its 'Piles-Pain-Killing' qualities, and it is not greasy to handle. Pain-level 3/10.

Saccades Eye Drops

Hehehe! As usual, when putting in the eye drops, most of it runs down the cheek and or nose, trickling down into the moustache, then the lips and mouth. It tastes horrible! Leaving a pretty stain sometimes, though.  Pain-level 0/10. 
Nearly Forgot to Do the Teggies!
Dressed
Then, sat down and tried the lady picker-upperer style approach. I actually think that it worked more safely, in as far as there were no toppling or falling over losing my balance! I had ruffle up the trousers first - the drag them close enough to use the picker, and one leg at a time, leg my limbs into the trews. Unfortunately, it took me five times as long as my usual method.
Also, poor of Harold's Haemorrhoids were put through the pain barrier somewhat. I'll try again next time. Pain-level 3/10.

I have to use the Duraphat® toothpaste nowadays. An odd thing with this prescription toothpaste is that I must not rinse the mouth after using it but spit it out! The teeth are decaying at a fast rate of knots. The 14,000 plus worded warning leaflet weighs more than the entire tube. Hehe! Says if any is swallowed, go to Accident & Emergency immediately! Still, it tastes pleasant to use. Pain-level 6/10 Although this is not the paste causing the pain, it's the bad teeth!

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Beautified So I Smell Nice

I made a fun graphic. Maybe the makers will pay me to use it and get customers flocking to buy them... Or not! Hehe! 

Sounds so easy, doesn't it? Not for this old sausage, it isn't. The Falls & Accident lady showed me how to sit down to get pants and trousers on, this being much safer... she said. So today, I tried her method. 

I got seated and tried it with the PP's. Not a cat in hells chance, so I got up and used my old method, with me leaning into the corned for support as I danced on one leg twice to get the pants on. Went okay.

All Done

So now, you can see why everything takes longer than before the stroke! Tsk! I was offered an opportunity to have carers call each morning but not before 08:00hrs, and each evening after 21:00hrs, to assist me with getting dressed and undressed. And it would only cost me a staggering £280 a week... Gotten Himmel! Add that to the £280 for the medicine giving carers. And if I had taken up their offer of someone to go shopping with me once a week. Another for someone 'Go through' my paperwork. This would have meant a total of c.£940 a week! What? I'd be in instant debt! Wish I joined BUPA now, Hahaha! I'm used to falling over and walking into things, leaving taps, the cookie and lights on, anyway now. Har-Har! I could rob a bank, but running away would be out of the question. Hahaha! 

Had I been claiming benefits, I'd have got them for free! So glad I worked all my life now, the last ten years, on a minimum wage. I've not had a blessed life, and I'd hoped I'd have more contented death, but they've kyboshed that plan!

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Made a brew and Took Precautions

I made a mug of Glengettie and took another of the Galpharm capsules. The one I took last night has already helped in the rear-end flood scenario. This one might bring things back with some solidification.

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Morning Carer Arrived

It was Caroline, I think. But the haze was back with me, and I'd just fell asleep again and was having a dream. I found myself waffling to Caroline about what I'm not sure about, but I did write some notes about the cream on the notepad. Caroline seemed to be gone so quickly - not sure why or even if it was a short visit. I remember going to the door with her and asking if she could take the bags to the chute for me, save me getting dressed. She kindly took them to the chute room on her way. As I say, the haze was back! Gagfangles!

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The Dream

From a bit of recollecting and the notes, I scribbled. Not very exciting, and a smidge muddled, but, here goes, a dream-reader might read this and help me out with understanding the morning dream:

We arrived in Mablethorpe in a 1959 Austin A40. I was with a female (No idea who?), and we were driving to the coast - In Lincoln, we went into a cafe - Continuing our journey on a motorbike, not just any bike; it was my BSA from many years ago. I think we went into some digs, very vague... We left on bicycles to a Bingo stall on the promenade - Boris talked to the players, and an argument followed, I'm sure...

We couldn't get back in the digs to our room; the stairs changed into an escalator? Vague again... Then we were on a canal barge in Beeston... That's all I can recall.

Ah, Oneirologist is what they call a dream reader, I think anyway.

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HERBERT

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CBD UndertonguedS

That seemed to pull me around somewhat. Enough to start on this blog at long last. And Boy! Did I keep at it this time - none stop (apart from repeated visits to fill the wee-wee bucket) for over six hours, and only got as far as to here!

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Off To Make a Brew.

A much-needed one of Thompsons Punjana, left to brew while I took yet another wee-wee. Tsk!

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HERBERT

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Photographicalisations

Well, drivers have taken to the new end car park. The grey van driver possibly having problems understanding what the yellow chevrons mean? But, it is raining a bit.

I think all the vehicles, I see only three, are maintenance ones. 

I took a snap of part of the front of Woodthorpe Court. It reminded me of Alcatraz, from a Clint Eastwood film.

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HERBERT

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More Updating of this Blog

After an hour or so, I went to make a brew of Glengettie. Hahaha! The wee-wees were still coming regularly enough for me to get wee'd off with them.

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Poll Card Arrived

A shame they seem to have stopped the Polling Station at Winwood Heights now. So I and all the others have either to walk to, then up Mappreleu Rise, and left to along to the polling station. Or, take a bus, which is every half-hour after 09:30hrs, and miss the one coming back. Hahaha! Of course, the more affluent and younger tenants will have a car they can use. Parking might be a problem for them, though. 

Walking up Mapperley Rise is going to be a battle. But still safer than walking down it, for me with the walker-guide.

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HERBERT

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I'll get a snack made up.

Whoopsiedangleplop!

I'll try a scrambled egg or eggs using the microwave. Here goes! A smidge farcical to start with, but it came out decent hours later when I finally got it made.

I went in search of the new blue microwave egg cooker pot. Straight to the cupboard where I knew that I had left it.

Couldn't find it!

No panic at this stage! I thought a thorough, systematic search of the kitchen would bring it to light. Starting with the other floor cupboard - Nope!

All three storage boxes, Nope!

The built-in cupboard, even though I use it for cleaning items. Nope! 

Searched through all eight stack drawers, the four medical, four cleanings and the bio-hazard one as well. Guess what? Nope!

The cutlery drawer, Nope! The electrical drawer. Nope!

Now I was annoying myself and getting irked. I even looked in the bog room, going through hall boxes. Nope! The declutterers had crammed with odds and ends.

Desperate now, I checked the wet room in vain hopes. Nope! The hallway, Nope! To the front room, and just about anywhere that the blue cooker pot might have fitted into, now looking at places already searched with any luck... Nope! 

I even looked in the walker guide bags, coat pockets that were big enough to hold the blue egg cooker. Nope! 

I did another search of the kitchen, then the wet room, back to the front room. Nope!

Basically, I gave up! Exasperated, I opted to have fish stick sandwiches and tomatoes as an unfancied alternative.

I went to get the fish cutter from the first cupboard I searched, what felt like hours ago. Of course, the blue Sistema egg pot was not there... But the pink one was!!!

Yes, I'd been searching, thinking the pot was blue. When all the time it had been pink, and once the cupboard door was opened, in clear view, in the place where I'd left it... and searched in the first place!

I knew that I knew! I just forgot! I was pleased to have found it, but just a smidgeon pee'd off with myself!

Prepped THe Nosh

Fishsticks and tomatoes ready, and got two extra-large eggs cracked and in the Pink egg cooker pot. But, many bits of shell went in with the eggs. Oh, dearie me!

What a mess I made!

Trying to pick out the bits of shell, I made a right mess of me, the tray, and the server. After hopefully getting all the shell out of the dish, and probably around two hours after deciding to use the pink, blue egg cooker,  I got around to cooking it! Hurrah!

The card said cook one minute and give it 30 seconds to stand, sp I did. Took it out, and it's all still runny.

So back in the oven again, for 1mn 20secs. This time it came out like this;

Not looking very artistic or pretty, but by gum, it tasted lovely, that's to my trial seasoning for the eggs. A splash of fish vinegar, Worcester Sauce, black pepper and a tiny drop of wine vinegar. Bootiful! I must remember this for next time.

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HERBERT.

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Washed The Pots

The pink/blue plastic egg cooker was a challenge to get clean. I had to leave that soaking in the bowl with washing up liquid, soda and bleach.

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Down In The Chair

Drifted off into the land of nod within a few minutes.

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Woke Up

Convinced that it was morning, I got up, wondering why no wee-wee was wanted and limped to the kitchen. Got the kettle on, and the Evening Carer arrived. At this, IO realised it was still evening.

American Carer Julia, it was. And she got the medications sorted. Then we had a little gossip, laugh and swapping tales. I really appreciated that, and she took some bags to the chute on her way out, bless her and those twinkling eyes. ♥

But I do miss seeing Jill! ♥ I hope she's doing alright with her working from home. I have fallen n in love with her. Maybe I could adopt her? Hahaha! (No, nothing like that, as a granddaughter mayhaps)

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HERBERT

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Discombobulated

I'd taken, although some without intention, so many catnaps today, I was quite befuddled timewise... I needn't have said that. It's my usual state. Hehehe! 

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Well! I fell Asleep Again!

When I woke, thinking it was time to get up anyway, paramount to me was the thought that I'd left the hot water faucet (tap) running in the kitchenette! I clambered my way out of the rickety c1968 recliner with calamitous results...

Accifauxpa! In my haste to get into the kitchen, where I was certain the tap would be running, I gave myself one of the worst toe-stubbings for weeks. Argh!

All as safe in there.

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Concentrated On Updating This Blog

Suddenly, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was having a ball, giving her best, most violent efforts to try to dislodge my shoulder bone. Tsk!  It took me about four more hours to get it finished.

I heroically pressed on and got it posted off. I think a medal or mention in despatches would be appreciated?

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Lifes tribulations can be enough, to make me quake,

From the very moment, I pass-wind and wake,

What to eat? Bacon, boiled eggs, or a teacake?

Which will give the least stomachache?

I live in my world, which is aged and archaic,

My wee-weeing today, hasn't taken a break!

Existence nowadays is unexciting, prosaic!

Ah, I know, I'll have a lemon cheesecake!