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ANOTHER BAD NIGHT KIP
That is only to be expected, mind you. The geyser-like papules had to keep being dried, Anne Gyner was bothersome again and with no catheter night bags available, the little day pouch had to be emptied a few times.
I hope the prescriptions arrive tomorrow. (Mind, I’ve been saying this for the last two Sundays!) Will the Finasteride tablets come? Not a cat-in-hells chance of getting rid of 
until they do. Then I’ve to take the entire course of them, however long that will be. Then the plan is, as long as I can pass urine myself, if so, for the district nurses to take out the catheter. But if I can’t pass, the only other option is a permanent catheter to be fitted. That is not a pleasant thought. Then again, will I ever get the tablets? They were ordered three weeks ago! Hey-Ho!
The water-spouting papules still had the face pattern to them this morning. I think a new one coming up has given my face lips now! Har-har!
Another mystery photo was taken?
Grand colour urine this second emptying!
Belated first mug of tea. Took this to show you the dank weather
Today had three 
visits. All messy!
Carer Rahmat came for the first two visits.
Got the ablutions done after her first visit.
Did it in less than two hours. No cuts, shaving, no bleeding teeth, no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas. 
Then (It had to happen with me feeling smug, of course), I went to make a brew, and I just had to take a photo of the new flowering tree over the way, which is coming on a treat.
The kettle boiled, and I got the brew made.
Turned to take another photo and realised I’d left the window open. Ouch! I head-butted the edge of the frame.
An hour or so later, the sun was doing its best behind the thick clouds t
Amazingly, what seemed like minutes later…
The clouds broke.
It was probably hours later cause I was busy losing the battle with the computer, which is doing the oddest of things of its own accord!.
The sixth pouch emptying.
Great shade!
Sunset of sorts.
Still bootiful to me!
Eighth pouch emptying.
Grrreat colour!
Shame the prostate tablets didn’t arrive. Boo!
At last, I nearly missed it…
Magnifico!
Tea-time Carer Charly or Rihanna arrived at 20:40hrs.
They’ve been struggling today; bless ’em.
Gave me the medications and took a snap of
my head-butting the window frame result.
What a Plonker!
Got the meal served up.
Last of the imitation meat, thank heavens.
Taste: 7/10. Not good at all, this. But all the other
the ingredients were okay.
Only one papule is still leaking tonight; all the others seem to be dwindling into the ether as fast as they came on.
♬ Where have all the Papules gone… ♬
Beats me?
♬ Look on the bright side of Life ♬
Huh!
Did you cut yourself shaving again? Great looking meal.
Not shaving, Tim. Photographicalisationing!
Just about to photo to photo the sky, and the kettle boiled, turned it off, and walked into the edge of the window frame, that had blown open… Tsk!
You’ve got to laugh or commit suicide… I opted for laughing. Hahaha!
Cheers Sir.
I’m happy to hear you are not shaving. I’m doing a lot of sky photos also. The sky is such a great model.
Which reminds me Tim, I must try to get on the Reader again, not tried for a few days, been that used to not getting in.
I love the clouds and sunset. We have not had for ages? Cheers.
Wowser-dowser mausers! Worra set of memories from the 50s, 60s, 70s, 2020s … Haha!! I’ve just posted a memory of Eric Bolan of T-Rex, worra tragedy that was. Gad. SiriusXM Satellite Radio provides an amazing range of musical genres, including blends and eras. Stop on by BillZiegler1947 for more, of course. Am writing up a storm, actually.
B&P looking a dartboard, innit? So far, I am keeping on top by maintaining the Methotrexate and Humira on a regular schedule.
Petal need to schedule her cataract surgery. She is getting some better sleep in, but not without a lot of fuss from Sweet Morpheus; SM doesn’t make it to my end of the hallway very often these days, but the last couple of sleep-deficit rounds have been betterer. 🙂
Best wishes from each and all of us mammals — all six, and with a light-grey-spotted visitor extending his calling card 🙂
Bis später,
Billum
So glad to hear the levelling-skill of the Methotrexate and Humira, Billum.
The dang-nabbed SM has it in for us, doesn’t he. Der böse Junge!
Did I read that right? HRH to schedule her cataract surgery? Marvellous to here it’s getting done at last! I think I’ve waited well over two years for mine, no signs of it coming yet, mate. It took them eight checks to see if it would or could be done. A year ago the granted me the privilege… still waiting. NHS – SM and the water shouting papules on the left leg are testing my patients… that’s what I need, patience.
No night bags, medications not delivered include Warfarin, Codeines and Atorvastin. And the new medication Finistride, if which they tell me I’ve to complete the ‘course’, then a district nurse will remove the long lived catheter, and see if the medication has done thetrick and I can pass water manually. (At least the papules on the leg are passing water, Hahaha!) If I can’t, it’s permanent catheter for me. (Argh!)
🎵 See you later, alligator! 🎵
Thanks and love to all ♥