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Yet another depressing demanding, busy, can’t-get-anything-done day.
Several 
of note:
After approximately. six weeks of suffering, bleeding, blood in the urine, and general agony with 
, I got a letter from City-Care with help and advice on using and coping with the painfully stuck-in Little Inchy tube of 
.
After several… no, many 
with bleeding from the filling pouch pulling at the tubing, I went a step further today, and the connector from Little Inchie to the pouch came off altogether!
Having unknowingly and. unintentionally weeing all over myself, the letter with the tips arrived. They were in print to faded and small to read, mind you, anyway. But just one of the graphs, I could decipher. Drink no tea or coffee other than decaffeinated, Green or Herbal tea. I couldn’t read 80% of it; far too small a print… have I said that already?
Also, a Urine Score Card.
Tonight it was level 7, I fear!
First photo of the day.
Blood in the night catheter.
Cleared up during the day, and the flow was much freer and more frequent. It did stink a bit, mind you. Dettol and air spray to the rescue.
Looked like there was a fire in the Basford area.
I didn’t see any blue lights, though.
Ten minutes later, and the clouds were preparing for the sunset?
Phase two…
Phase three…
Phase four…
Then the mail arrived…
Confused, and wanting not to miss the sunset photos, I left them in a pile for perusing later back in the kitchen…
Wow!
Awe-inspiring!
Great colour variation!
An almost marbled sky…
Amazing, this looked like something solid and cream?
Tendrils…
Looks like a cave opening?
Tendrils back?
Could be used in an alien film this one?
Shot down at the car park
Back up to the beautiful sky…
To the left a bit…
Gorgeous!
Nightie-night!
Copy of last week’s BP results, etc., that cost me so much time in preparing to send to the Doctors as requested. You would not belive the mistakes I had to correct… probably still some in it. Humph!
TTFN
Six weeks of sadness and sorrow is a sorry state to be in. You wrote a damn good doctor ode, however.. More freely filling Catherine Catheter’s infinite bag of doom? Lots of low life’s around. Beautiful sunset photos.
The ne’er-do-wells take advantage of bad state of affairs and manage to make them even worse. These creeps should all crawl back under the slimy rocks from which they slithered. Gad.
What a cast of bad characters posing as doctors, I’m thinking they should crawl under the same slimy rocks…and stay there. Just saying.
The BP numbers are trending into friendly color-schemes. Wot a change for the better over the last several years. You must be doing something right, kind Sir!
Is there a Guinness Book of World Records for most ailments by the same person at the same time? There should be.
Methinks that you and Petal are both vying for the darkest urine prize. And the winner is…
Today is Gretel’s birth anniversary, so we dined at a fine Indian restaurant and went to an excellent Korean Bakery for astonishing noshes. Please know that *you* also make her younger every day. Just saying.
My father was an excellent photographer, he is telling me that your photographicalisations are wunderbar, Sir!
Cheers,
Billum
Danged, ne’er-do-wells! Gragknangles to them! Santar-Ha!
Going for the first Brain Scan tomorrow, Billum. Due to the Hospital sending me appointments, with two different dates & I didn’t realise, I saw that I’d booked it for the wrong date – so asked the Esdy-Link if they could swap the date, but they could not. So, they cancelled the Friday job…. then hours late I found hte other letter when getting things ready, with the Friday date! The District nurse, who came cause Carer Carolynne called them, cause the wee was not floowing, and I was in great pain.
She dhot some painkiller down the tube, and said there was a blockage, this should free it but you’ll know about it… she was right too!
When ~I told her of the hospital appointments cock-up – she phoned all five contact numbers on the letters from the QMC, and could could only get voicemails! She rang the QMC Hospital Main Control, and they tried to get through, to find out which day it was for… she could not get through either! They rang back later and confirmed it was for Friday.
I rang the Easy-Link hoping to reverse what happened earlier, and they could not.
So, allm y concentration now, ison finding out where it is in the gigantic hospital I’ve got to go. CT-2 B floor. They sent a photo-copied map, that ~I jsut could not see to decipher anything… Which means gonig on the bus and tram Friday on my own, then Carer said the trams were not running!!!
Bloody exspesive taxi then… if I can get a Carer to call one for me in the morning, then the search to find the department needed. Having to wear trousers for the first time in weeks – but they alway cause a lot of bleeding as the tube moves with my hobbling, and the usual pains will kick of; and there is a mass of corridors and floors to go wrong with… I’m not looking forweard to this at all.
And for once, none of this farce was caused be me getting mixed up. How the hell did they send me two different days? I get confused enough without that.
The blood in the catheter, (not flowing very well again now, is 6 on the Dehydration Scale. I’m hoping I do not get lost in the maze of lifts, doors, and corridors trying to find my destination. Sorry to waffle, but I~’m nervous about this trip. Two buses either way, will be painful, and Ilve no idea of the times they run…
If I get through this, there are a least two more to do, and on Monday, Sherwood Hospital for the first Prostate procedure investigation. I’m sick of hearing myself complain. Shut up Inchy!
HRH and me… challenging for the darkest pee, But HRH, surely, is the one that needs sympathy – I’d like to give her a cuddle as well! Hahaha!
I’m super-glad that you both had a feast – with no washing up… Marvellous! ♥
Love and thanks toi all, mate, Cheers!