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A bit close to home, this one!

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ANOTHER LONG, BUSY DAY

I’D LIKE TO THANK A FEW PEOPLE FOR THEIR HELP TODAY
No particular order, but I feel it right to mention them and their help. Which is in the brief diary below. I thank you! Carer Richard, Carer Sam, Carer Charly, Carer Jozeph. Lisa, from the Rehab & Falls Team.
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Prima Ballerina, Warden Deana.
Meridian’s Tina. The Engineer who fitted the flood and cooker arms for me.
Neighbour Malcolm, he got the keyboard working again for me.
Neighbour Jenny, a caring lady, it was she who donated the painkillers. And the Ocado driver for taking the food through to the kitchen for me.

And anyone I may have missed off the list.

I woke and checked the Catheter bag, which had been emptied about two hours earlier. so not much in it… but there was a fair percentage of blood in the urine again? A bit worrying.

Hours later, and this was all that was in the pouch? I noticed some more clots of blood in there again.

Carer Richard, who sorted the heavy-medication doses for me. Checked the taps and stove. Gave me a minute or two chin-wagging.
Carer Sam came to sort the mid-morning medications.
Carer Charly in the afternoon.

Took this to catch the shadow of the flats.

The mist thickened later on.

Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Prima Ballerina, Warden Deana and an engineer arrived. The chap, with a nice personality, soon had the flood and cooler alarms fitted and had to go to do some others. Thanks, mate.

Got a pot of porridge out and put it on the counter to remind me next time I make a cuppa, to have it for a late breakie. Hehe!

Took this shot of Chestnut Way.

Started getting the blog updated, and…
What didn’t go wrong?
The Internet went down.
Little Inchies fungal lesion started pouring with blood!
Took me ages to get it stopped and medicated.
Then it must have been an hour to clean the wet room!.
I thought, being as I was in there, I’d get the ablutions done…
I then needed the Porcelain Throne… the door was open, so I heard the landline phone ringing in the other room…
No way I could get to it in time… why? I’ll tell you…
I was in mid-evacuation – tried to rush things best I could…
Got a bit too keen on wiping the rear end…
And caught Little Inchy, started him bleeding again!
Wrapped toilet paper around him and was about to try and get to the phone in time, and realised the Catheter had filled up, had to empty it.
The phone stopped ringing, of course, before I’d even got to the doorway.
More attention to Little Inchie is needed. Cleaned up the rear end from the attempted emergency evacuation. And got the toothbrush into action.
The broken tooth started bleeding, and ♫Oh, Susana♫ chimed from the front door. I assumed it was a carer, so just closed the wet room door… But it chimed again – I struggled into the dressing gown and got to the front door, opened it, and not a soul in sight – I was too late!
What next is going to go wrong, I thought. I’ll tell yer!

I cut myself shaving and dropped my spectacles; they now have an adornment of sellotape on the frame joint. Then the expensive carbolic soap I was using shot out of my wet fingers and sploshed into the WC without touching the sides! I can’t believe what’s happening here, thought I – surely it can’t continue like? It’s madness! But it did! I tried to keep calm and carefully started the Hemerine medicationalisationings.
Grumblegrobbledamn! The landline rang again, and I hastened to answer it; after all, it may have been about the cataract or Glaucoma operation… or the Coppice Hospital Brain scans… or the DVT vein-bleeding… or about the missing painkillers… or the missing ?
But, No! It was a bloody scam call, pretending they were from Amazon, telling me my Prime Benefits had been Cancelled – Grrr!
Back to the wet room, fumingly! On with the medicationings.
Got sorted and dressed, and realised the phoo and ablutions, with all the farcicalisations and interruptions, had taken me over two hours, and that was without having a shower!

I exited the torture room and went to make a brew and eat the porridge.

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Then noticed that the urine had gone bloody again? When I emptied the pouch the previous two times, it was clear???

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The afternoon or near tea time now view was a miserable one.

Carer Charly arrived in a rush, but we managed a much-needed laugh.

Pressing on but not doing very well at it with the blog.

Carer Joseph arrived and got the new night bag attached to the catheter day bag in no time. He was eager to get off, but when I mentioned that I could not find my other dressing gowns in the laundry returned, we went to have a look, and he found them, then hung them up where I keep them in the front room on hangers. Bless him. I felt a bit guilty for delaying him. They all seem busy today. Bless them. Short-handed? Thanks to them all.

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I took this terrible but pretty all the same, photo of the view.

Little Inchy started reacting to the inserted tubing again, and I took an Ipobrufen and Paracetamol to try and ease the pain. Of course, the night bag would be pulling at it (Little Inchy) more now.

More haphazard, mistake-filled work on the blog.

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Went to get the nosh warmed up and took another shot of the evening view from the kitchenette.

The Chillie – will I keep awake to eat it, though? Hehehe!

What a treat this was!
Chilli-Con-Carne (canned). Boiled some spuds earlier and added them, a can of garden peas, sliced some tomatoes, and BBQ sauce and added them to marinate with the meal for three hours, then tucked into it!
Taste-Rating: 9.3.10!
I ate most of it. Hahaha!

Sweet Morpheus was unkind to me in the extreme tonight

IN PAIN? DEPRESSED? ME? WELL… YES!