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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the 
, I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and 
kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.
Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!
Two hours later, I was woken up by 
arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!
A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.
I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.
Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful
Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?
Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…
TTFN
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Nocturnal Pouch.
Close to the window shot of the rain
Upper window shot.
Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
Nurse Rebecca arrived.
The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.
A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
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Last night’s nosh. Not as good as it looked.
The first bag emptied at about 02:10hrs was deep red,
Asda potatoes from the bag.
I hope none of the crap ones got into the crockpot?
A late morning shot.
Mystery photo!
All with the same results.
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on and off all day. I’ll make a start; the Carer is due soon…
Up and at them this morning. (I hasten to add, this morning, well moment, only!)Â 
blood flowed out, and as I got up again to do the balance exercises before trying to walk, I 
on the Ottoman. I’m not sure which hurt me more. Hehe! 
, & off to the wetroom. After washing and medicating Harolds’ wounds, putting olive oil in the ears, and then I sprayed some Brut over myself, I got the fresh dressing gown on
You wouldn’t believe how painfully I accidentally shoulder-charged the door frame when leaving. Naturally, this started both 
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joined in then.
Nothing new there, mind you.
I found this photo on the right when I got onto the computer.
bags and safety checks. So, I did.
Then to the kitchen and took a picture through the window, hence the flash reflection. You can tell I’m a professional photographer, can’t you? Hehehe! 
Back on the computer. Sorted the photos from the SD card for yesterday’s blog updating, and was doing a reasonable job of it, if you don’t mind me saying so.
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arrived. Got the eye drops done, and we had a little natter while she issued the medications for me.
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I had this inane idea, of picturing the pot and me attempting to release the contents of the day pouch, which actually came out a bit decent, I thought. (Right)
However…
And what a one…
I faffed about trying to spray the disinfectant on the paper towels and tread them down, then remove them to the bin, and 
repeated the process. The third time, the towels were breaking up, and I could not use the picker-upperer this time.
As I leant down with the fresh towelling, a visit from 
the cabinet and scraping against it on my way down slowly to the floor! 
was upset with me landing on her knee. This started of the bothersome 
The whole day crumbled after this one
arrived, he helped me… well, he cleaned it up all on his own for me. A nice lad.
medications, the right-hand fingers played dead again. I all but dropped the bottle of soda I was drinking from to get the tablets down. I took his BP, and here are the recent results from the Carers tests. They are a healthy lot. Haha!
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Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Over six hours of sleep, with just one wake-up early in the morning, about 05:00hrs, after I’d had the dream about the end of mankind & the planet. I scribbled some memory notes to help me in recall for the writing about it on the ode for today. (above). It was like a documentary. Forecasts, images and disasters were being revealed. Constantly changing between countries and different types of catastrophes. All of them, humankind made. Â I did wonder if 
had had a hand in creating this nightmare, well, morningmare? Apparently, the end will come in three years’ time. But by the time it ends, judging by the details given to me, those still left on earth will be glad to see the back of it. Millions of humans committed suicide, genocide, fratricides, sororicides, infanticides, homicides, general populicides, and a few tyrannicides as well. Still, it made a nice change to wake up with something on my mind. Hehe!
The nocturnal catheter pouch urine was darker today. This makes me worry about the District Nurses taking off the entire 
Down it went! But I got it back within 15 minutes. 
Sorted the waste bags out.
The first shot I took, had the flash on.
The 2nd at least you can see the houses.
The feet and toes looked surreal with their oh-so-white toe ends. Otherwise, they were looking good.
Where the morning sun is still behind Mapperley Hill.
Then straight ahead.
Wee-weeing well… but…
see how it comes out of the pouch?
Oh, I’ll do the waste first. Been tidying up… Oh, Yes!
Pleased with the shaving while standing in a bowl of water at the sink. No trips, slips or balance problems. 
I even got out and washed and dried the bowl, harm-free!
Sky to the North.
Sky to the North, a little higher.
A later shot of the same area.
Even earlier and missed off, a shot of the car park end.
and clean & medicate my lower region.
I was flabbergasted to see that the bruise on the left thigh, that I got when taking the last tumble, and two days later had completely vanished – was back again? Impossible, surely? I haven’t taken any knocks or falls for days now.
didn’t go on and on as he has been doing; in fact, he’s given me two nights off… but he’s back, but not with a vengeance this time.
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A bad early morning view.
Ah, that’s betterer!
Visit Number One
Wetroom, I really must get some more olive oil.
Visit Number Two
Thought I’d titivated the carer’s desk.
The Two-Tone Toes are back again. Tsk!
I can’t believe this!
Visit Number Five!
Arrived. We were out of Paracetamol, but I’ve already ordered some today on the Asda order. So, no bother.
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I restocked the helper’s treats on the bookcase.
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A challenge for you here, if you don’t mind, thank you.
An accidental photo was taken. I just wondered what the black thingamabob on the tape box was? There is no mark on it now, and nothing on the lens on 
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A Neighbour and friend from another flat came in as I was on the blog. It was Jenny, with an unexpectedly pleasant surprise for me… She bought me some beautiful yellow and red tomatoes from an allotment.
How kind she is to me ♥. A wonderful gesture.
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I’d left the freezer door open again! Shut it quickly and an hour or so later, opened quickly, and had a prod of the foods… I fear they were all far too soft, and many will have to be sorted and thrown away in the morning. 
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The feet and ankles looked calmer this morning.
Early morning shot of the kitchen’s window blue-view
Porcelain Throne visited.
Carer Richard arrived. Alarm tested. Eye drops and meds were issued. The lad was at the end of his shift; he looked so tired out. I forgot to ask him about his Diabetes visit last week. If he calls tomorrow I’ll ask him.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
Kitchen shot, when looking for some Paracetamol in the medical drawer. There were none in there again. I’ve added the limit allowed, one packet to my Asda order and amended it online. Humph! That means I’ll run out again.
A phone call from the District Nurses HQ.
IÂ could have done without the obvious comparing from people walking by! 
Afternoon view.
My ankles & feet, definitely improving!
took the phone and amended the paperwork on the Meridian folder front for me. A much better INR figure of 2.8 now.
Time to get something to eat methinks. So I did!
A cheese & onion pastie, covered with a jar of bean and soy stew. I added some Worcester Sauce and sea salt. Many slices of Milk Roll bread dipped in it while eating. Excellent flavouring! Taste-Rating 9.4/10 Grrreat!
Nocturnal puffer clouds around the sun as it dipped. beyond the horizon, so quickly it seemed to me. Lovely view!
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A gigantic lymph thingy was growing on a chap’s back.
Bit by bit, they kept on tugging out the growths.
Then stitched up the hole.
The evacuated pile!
My Legs transformed into close to, or as normal as they have been for ages. The ulcer is itching like mad on the right ankle, but no real pain. Apart from when I scratch at it. Haha!
I took this first outside shot, through the kitchenette window, in ‘Through Glass’ mode using the 
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Taken to the Hallway door.
The driver put the stuff in carriers for me.
I thanked him, and unpacked the things.
Great! Got some Anusol for 
, and Savlon for the ankles and chaffs. Even got some olive oil for the ears at last! Bikkies & Marmite cashew nuts (These’ll test the teeth!). A Milk Roll loaf too.
Other goodies: Lemon mousse, dried roasted onions, and liquid sea salt. Oven cook chips, and canned veg soup.
I set about getting the meal prepared! By gum, it was a good one. Taste Rating: 8.2/10. The teeth hurt after eating up. Tsk!
was here. She asked if I’d like them to arrange for a ‘Social Prescription’ for me. (Said Kara who was on the phone for me). She said it was for Social Contacting and would be arranged for someone to ring me. Confused! I replied yes please, and Kara passed on the message.
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What a difference in yesterday’s & today’s nocturnal colouring of the wee-wee! 
3 months by then? Remember when I first had the catheter fitted? All the blood in the bags. 
After taking the nocturnal pouch from the day bag, I tackled the waste bin assembly.
I took a snap of the extremely blue views from the kitchenette window
good session. Stubbed a toe, and spilt the washing bowl all over the floor, picking up after standing in it to clean the feet. The teeth were bleeding, just two cuts shaving. The feet, or rather toes, seemed to 
be getting larger areas of apparent bloodlessness?
Hristina, my sweet DVT, INR phlebotomist nurse, arrived to take some more blood ♥♥♥. Lovely to see her. The INR level, was at 2.9 last time, so I may not see her again next week. Boo!
and sounded a little better this week, I’m glad to report. Nice chap.
I’d got Tonic Water, instead of Soda Water, but that’s no bother. Lavender 
too hard and sweet for me and the few teggies I’ve got left. Tsk! I gave them to the next carer, as he tried one and liked it. The batter scraps arrived, too, I intended to have some of these later. The fresh 
Kenyan peas were a treat to have as well! Aha, a soft biscuit, I see! Jolly good for me!
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down everything completely, and that failed.
Made a mess cooking this meal, a right one! I actually wrote the timing down after I worked out what was needed in order. The potatoes were left over in the crock pot from last night… well the early hours of this morning, I was having them cold. Only the pretend fish, peas and fish batter to heat up in the oven for just two minutes. I’m looking forward to these; I’ve not had any for months. The fish in the air-fryer needed 20 minutes, the peas a few minutes to just heat up in the saucepan, tomatoes soy sticks tomatoes and beetroot no cooking needed. When I laid out the plate, there seemed to be a gap?
foolishly rushed to the kitchen, and grabbed the bits tipping them on the nearly finished meal tray
buggery! 
Interesting shot here on the left. Why I snapped my fingers? No doubt I hadn’t meant to, surely? Hehehe!
Liberty-Global Oligarchs box to reset yet again. 
Carer Benjamin called earlier on the last visit of the day. I took this photo then but only just got around to getting it from the SD card. I sent him a copy by email.
The Asda delivery is due. The DVT and FAlls Team Sarah… ‘Might’ be calling, and the spare room needs clearing. I still need help with arranging the flu jab at the chemist. I may be back… or not!
THE SUICIDAL TORY FUTURE
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At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and 
No pains with them, yet.
Then felt the need for the 
Well, 
was done after three days. But of course 
meant a mess to clean up.
Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
This is singularly worrying
Bootiful!
were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up. 
falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did. 
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bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. 
are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this 
is making things worse?
to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Blissful!
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?
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