INCHIE: Sunday 2nd April 2023

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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!