Day: 7 January 2023

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A Short On Detail one – sorry

Oh, Worra shame – nearly got three High Norms on the trot!

Not-so-good photos

Old gay… I man day, catheter.

The challenge of the ablutioning and dressing.
But all went well.
No idea why I took this shot?

Bleeding and weeing. Hehehe!

A late showing moon?

Easy Link Transport to the Doctors.
The doctor doubts that the rib pains are connected
to the urine infection but offered no diagnosis.
Sent a prescription to the chemist for more antibiotics.
Easy-Lift ran me to the chemist to collect.
Then back to the flats.
Then lifted me to the hospital.
I was very far too early, but I was prepared with the
crossword book, pen and reading glasses.
Signed in at reception, and a full hour and a half
before the appointment, I was taken through to
the procedure room. The nice nurse sat me
down and told me someone would fetch me later…
20 seconds later, I was collected and taken into the
action room with the laser, camera probes &
colour monitor…
Although, in some ways, I enjoyed this
I was just dropping my trews to take down the PPs, and just
as I lost balance, the leg dance had me over, tumbling to the floor!
And three delicate-looking beautiful nurses and a doctor ran to my aid.
I think I enjoyed that bit, not the tumbling mind.
They soon had me on my back, strapped the shaking PN’s right side,
and began the procedure. I managed to get a few peeps of
my innards on the monitor.
I also enjoyed having the blood wiped away afterwards.
Free of Cancer was declared!
Cause of the tumble, they put me in a chat and wheeled me on the way back to the reception area and kindly ask how I was to get home. Thinking I was shaken up and not fit to go on the bus, told me a receptionist would phone a taxi for me.
When the gawk came to me, I asked if she could call Easy link to see if they had anyone free, if not, I’d get the bus. But Easy-Link came and took me back to the flat. in no time at all!
I was over the moon with the results, and for the first time in many a day, felt really close to being content... But I knew deep inside this could not last long. It’s so out of the ordinary, strange, indeed weird for me to feel this way..
Back to the flat, and emptied the new catheter; while wondering how much I’d been charged on my account for the three Easy-Link trips today… but they were invaluable to me.
The workers had placed matting on the lobby floor.
Up in the lift, took a selfie in the reflection on the wall.
A letter was received as  I got inside. Too small to see.
Changed the new Catheter… looks a bit bubbly to me?
Had a wash and removed the hospital tab. Last time at the City Hospital Urology. I was given a blue one, and today upgraded to red? Hehehe!
I made a lovely meal for myself. However the of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, were at it again!
The picture I took of the rather good-looking and tasty meal was not on the SD card… Yet again!
Got around to updating this blog, but it would not let me load any pictures? Got various messages that only confused me more.
Gave up after an hour of trying my best but failing to get it to work. (WordPress)

CarerJozeth arrived in a rush. Medications sorted.

Carer Kara arrived. Told her of my problem with WordPress, and while she was looking, it started to work again; were photos going on??? She got the medications sorted, fitted the night catheter, and asked about how the procedure went. ♥

Had a go on this blog, and around eleven PM, had to go for my fifth Porcelain Throne Visit since getting home.
AN INCHIE RECORD OR TWO BROKEN DURING THIS ENDLESS SERIES OF VISITS!

I KID YOU NOT!

❶ 23:45hrs: Struggled with the night bag to the . Sticky, gooey, smelly, not much of it.
❷ 23:54: ❸ 23:59: A second wave arrived while wiping my bum! Sticky, gooey, smelly, not much of it.
❹ 00:06: Sticky, gooey, smelly, now watery, not much of it… ❺ Only striated to bum wipe, and a dirty great dollop of almost liquid shot out! A Hat Trick on this visit! ❻ Sticky, gooey, smelly, and much more of it this time!
❼ 00:19hrs: I was soon back in the wet room, Night Catheter in hand, and getting worried now – Will it ever stop? Of course, the answer was not yet.
❽ 00:22hrs: I tried to get down to kip. But inevitably, another controlled mixture of goo and liquid literally burst out of the rear end, spraying and pebble-dashing the chinaware, my bum and the toilet! It arrived before I could get seated!
Cleaning up with one hand while trying not to step on the night bag tubing or drop and burst the bag, using a picker-upper with disinfected kitchen roll paper, and not falling over to clean up – I proved was impossible!
Clouted the forehead on the floor cabinet, pulled the new Catheter grips loose, and the night bag valve started leaking.

Naturally, there was no self-pity or feeling sorry for myself, cursing or swearing from me… Oh, no. –

Sweet Morpheus Arrived!