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Top of the Morning, to yers!

After another night of ever waking up with a jump, never failing to take a moment to work out where I was, I stirred gently back into mock life and realised that the first thing needed was a visit to the . I gleaned this fact from the bubbling innards and warmth of the stomach and rear-end area.
Got to the wet room, yet again, just in time. But that’s a lot better than being too late with all the consequences entailed with that! Hehe!
I cleaned up the pebble-dashed Porcelain and myself and started the complicated job of getting my trousers up past the attached catheter and tubing.
I had not got them up, and a second wave of gooey, sloppy evacuated product arrived. More cleaning up was required; I was getting tired out already. Hahaha!

I got the belated tackled and was well-pleased to see that today was the third in a row of my being in the High-Normal amber zone!

Now, if we can get the Warfarin /DVT INR level up a smidgeon, I can then go into s Super-Smug-Mode. I think that Fridays glitch of shooting up to Hyper-Two, was due to my visiting the Doctor and then the City Hospital Urology appointments?

Time for the first brew of the day. No easing into it with a Punjana… I was feeling pretty good, so delved into a full-on-flavoured mug of the, originally mixed for the Welsh Miners in 1905 by the Thompson family, Glengettie. Great tasting!

I ventured out of the kitchenette window… not too far, cause it was raining a bit. And tool these two pictures of the high in the sky, late morning moon! I was most disappointed with the outcome of them, though.

Determined to make a better effort, I took a shot of the distant horizon.
As you can see, I made a mess of that one too. I must stop wasting valuable time trying to get decent night shots. I’m just not up to it, you know. I took the Night Catheter off.
As I poured the water into the mug, a fourth Porcelain Throne Alert came through. In fact, more than that nearly came through. I took the Night Catheter off.
  So, with the tea left to get cold, I scurried to the wet room…
Despite my best efforts, I could not get the pants down in time. And took total control of the proceedings! All I could do, well apart from swearing and cursing, was to get on with the now familiar job of cleaning things up, putting the pants in a bucket of Dettol, changing the Depends, and getting another pair of trews, giving myself a as I did.

Arrived as I was emptying the day catheter pouch. He was not in a good mood. No one had informed him of the catheter and tablet changes that had (apparently)  been made; they hadn’t told me either… at least, I don’t think they did.

I was working away on the blog, and it only being fifteen minutes since I emptied the bag; I didn’t check it for another half-hour or so.
I was well getting into the graphic making for the news snippets. Eventually, I thought, I’ll check the leg bag…
I had a heck of a job getting the trouser legs up above the mega-full, about-to-burst-looking pouch!.
I got caught out there! Emptied it, and washed, disinfected the bucket, and arrived.
She got the Peptac served up, and I washed the serving pot while she rang the Doctors to try and find out when the catheter is coming out, and if should I take the new course of antibiotics or not. But there was no answer. Sam said she was trying again later and would let me know the result.

I got a landline call from the beautiful DVT-Warfarin nurse, Hristina. She’s coming to see me on Wednesday to take a blood sample to test the INR level.
Of course, in my minds-eye, she’s coming to see me for ulterior romantic reasons. I can dream, can’t I? Hehehe!

I went to make another brew of tea, Thompson Punjana, this time.

Took this photo through the glass of the window in the kitchenette of the gloomy morning view.
It’s still drizzling out there.

Aha, another call coming in. I am popular today.
A Call from the Falls Team Leader.
She’ll be coming to see me on Friday around noon time or thereabouts, she said.

Five minutes later, another call came in.
This was from an Amazon driver, telling me that the Dettol order was coming today.
This, after yesterday’s email telling me that it had been delayed and the new ETA is Saturday 14th? Ten minutes later, it arrived!

The lift maintenance men are making all the same noises as last week, but not so loud. I think they have gotten lower down, thus further away.

On with the Goggle… no, Google search.
Got a couple, got the Rostis in the oven, and tweaked the graphics in CorelDraw.

Nosh, time now!
Ersatz bacon, tomatoes, Potato Rostis, BBQ sauce, oven-baked wholemeal bread, and a strawberry jam thingamajig dessert.
Overall Taste-Rating of 7.6/10.
I broke another bit off of a tooth again!

Settled to watch the TV, Heartbeat, a football match, then New Tricks. That was the plan, anyway.
I’d got a bottle of spring water, a bag of cheesy curls on the ottoman, and Heartbeat started. I stayed with it until the first set of advertisements came on.
Then drifted off to sleep...
Two hours later, chimed out, rudely awakening me from my precious sleep, and in came . Who got the medications given and checked the lights, taps and oven for safety. Then put the night pouch on the catheter.
We had a mini-chinwag session, and off he went, taking the waste bags with him for me on the way out.

I swiftly nodded off again… but it turned out to be yet another night of jumping awakes, drifting off again easily enough, only for repeated jerking awakes again. “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”