INCHIE TODAY: Sunday 15th January 2023

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Not been too well today – just ran out of time to get the blogging done, I’m afraid. Catheter pouch troubles and a concentration destroying constant pains from the Mystery shooting rib-pains. But I have done my bestest. Which was not very good!

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05:00hrs: Woke to discover, as I got into position to disconnect the catheter night pouch, I spied that it was completely empty. This somewhat bamboozled me a smidge.
On further investigation, I found that the day bag pouch’s release valve had not been opened. When I went to roll up the jammie leg, the bag was so full that I had to drop them instead: which was a beginning of a farcicalness of great magnitude.
I tore the PPs on the tube clip. Caught causing it to bleed, and losing time getting it to stop. And emptying the pouch, clouted my knee on the edge of the WC, and knocked stuff off of the floor cabinet… which stayed where they were; and are still there now.
Which combined, caused the terribly nasty mystery stabbing rib pains to kick off, which more or less put me out of action for hours.

It was gone midday before I could make a start on this, and Herbert above started his cacophony of bangs and tap-tapping.
I was still not right mentally or physically. The constant pains ensured that. I did take some photographs throughout the day, though, not as many as usual that helped trigger the memory.

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I must have taken this one after or during one of the many visits to  Porcelain Throne. All were messy affairs again!

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made the first three calls.
Not like him to miss taking the bin bags.
He took them, I think, on the last visit. A
nice lad, he’s slowly coming around to liking
and understanding my humour, I think.

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Early morning photo; I can’t recall taking it.

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Ah, I can remember this one. I was just beginning to get on
with the blog, stood up to go and make a brew…
I’d forgotten to check the catheter bag.

Evening shot?

Car Park. ‘Oh, a space?’

Going to get something to eat before the last Carer calls.
Hope it’s my mate, Richard.

Back in a bit… or in the morning.

THE MORNING CATCH-UP

A not-very-good-looking nosh was enjoyed, all the same.
This photo was taken part-way through eating it.
Which is better than taking a photo without
the SD card in the camera, I suppose.

TTFNski!