Today was possibly, maybe, perhaps, conceivably, feasibly perhaps, I imagine, I dare say without too much doubt (although this may be debatable), it is plausibly my worst day since being born, then years later, finding out from the midwife that mater’s first words and action as the accoucheuse lady handed me to mother in a bloodied pillow slip.
This is Genuine; Mother also admitted it years later.
Telling me that she took to me later.
“I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” Then dropped her fag ash from her Park Drive all over me.” Not one of the best starts to life, but now I’m nearing the end of it; it dawns on me that nothing seems to have changed?
Ah, life’s been good to me” 
Not much of Diary again, sorry. I even had a roughly three-hour spell of total memory loss, a Mind-Blank, if you like. Mind you, when I came back into ersatz reality, the sunset was just starting, and I spent about two hours photographing the sun and skies… I’m just addicted to the beauty of it. Not a lot I can remember, my scrawled notes are not of much use, I’m afraid.
Anyway, here I go…
Hastened to the Throne and a messy job it was again.
To the kitchen to take these three terrible photographs of the view.
Made up the waste bags, a brew and Carer Jozef arrived. He was obviously running behind and wanted and or needed to press on with his rounds. So I did not engage him in any gossiping. Nice lad.
Made a start on updating yesterday’s blog. The pouch was filling up and needed emptying a few times more than usual… but every single time I bent down to open the valve for emptying, I went light-headed, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit. This went on all day and is the same now at 23:00hrs
Then, the mind blank arrived. Not the foggiest memory, but a Carer had been and signed the log… who or what happened? I know not.
Also, my little finger was hurting and the left side of the jaw too???
A tumble? Had I walked into a doorframe again? Mmm?
I remember Carer Caroline arriving, and I found out that I’d not given her a torch, so did so. Lovely gal!
Things came back as normal as they can be for me around sunset time. And boy, did I get fascinated by the changing sky… Yes, I did! Hehe!
Here are all the Sunset photographs I took; I think I spent ages, with a few interruptions:
Darn it! Had to go empty the pouch.
Got back in time to catch these beauties…
Globble-rots, off to use the Throne again.
All changed again…
Hello, hello. Can you see this?
Putting the camera away, Carer Richard came in.
I’ve missed the lad. He seemed in a decent mood and looked better than he did last week, I’m pleased to report.
He said he’d change the day catheter in the morning and then add the night pouch to
I feel like I spoke a lot, but can’t recall what about some sort of moaning, most likely. Grumpy Old Men do that!
I had a handful of fries done in the air-fryer, then a pot noodle with tons of seasoning in it. Dunked some bread in it.
Sleep came easily…
As did the shooting awakes with a jerk!
HUMPH!
Sorry to hear you had a super bad day. You got a good weekday ode and beautiful sunsets and night photos.
Thanks mate, good on yer.
Got a proper ablutioning session in this morning. Shwered and pulled the tube attached. But all else went well, even the medicationalisationing!
but the Porcelain Throne Session was a shocker. Rock-Hard Torpedo, followed immediatley by a torrent of smelly, almost liquid secretion liquid… Bleeding, messy to clean up. You can’t get reports like this frorm others you know… Hahaha!
Cheers, Tim.