Inchy: Thurs 26 Oct 23 – Daytime spent sleeping not awake. Covid arm painful

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My memories of Thursday (Now, Friday morning, and nothing done on this blog yet!), are not too good or comprehensive. Vagueness would be the word to use. 
The Covid-19nd right arm was in agony all day without a break. Even worse, I had to use the sticks in my left hand, the right being too painful to use.
The sleep was broken, and although the early morning memory seemed better, the hours spent sleeping, or I should say trying to, and I spent so many hours throughout the day, because I just could not stay awake. The thoughtstorms or right arm pains ensured that getting any worthwhile rest was impossible. I’m unsure which Carers called, although Carer Maryham (Teatime) was clear enough. I tried using the computer, but it was no good. And got down yet again in the recliner after she’d gone. Carer Benjamin (I think) did the last check. No nocturnal night bags yet for the catheter, which meant I was still unable to get to sleep then. Thought Storms, the arm, and having to get up to empty the small day pouch on the catheter so often... I did take many photos I found on the SD card this morning (Fri); some I have no recall of taking, others, mostly the morning ones, I can recollect. I’ve got to catch up with this blog now. Nothing had been done to it yet, apart from this intro written on the notepad?
Not one of my better days.

These, I took when I got up;
03:00rs: The end car park.
0400hrs:
Terrible photography!

This shot was supposed to be of Venus, the only thing showing in the sky. Another bad effort.
Not surprised, though, by the state I was in.

No idea why!

Ah, I did catch Venus, after all, in a long shot?

Can’t recall taking this one, or when.

Sometime in the day, in one of my frequent waking-ups, I took this one of the end car park mud-slides.
Might have been when a Carer came?

I forced myself out of one of many nodding-off, and back on the computer to reply to a WordPress Prompt. It took me ages, had to search to find the cheesy potato pictures to use in the blog. At this stage, I thought, well, IK struggled but got it done… I think the sleep demands are fading…
But the only thing that faded, was me back into a broken-up, annoyingly waking every few minutes and nodding off again, sleep. (but every bit helps, I reckon)

A massive four hours out of it, with broken patches of sleep, in which I did not leave the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
I must have known this was coming. I’d moved the jug to empty my into, and half-filled it, despite not drinking any water for so long? This decided me to ask the nurse to request a Permanent Catheter be fitted. The flow into the bag and the amount left in the bladder must be a sign for them to give up punishing me with this Catheter for over a year now. The supposedly monthly removal of everything to give me a chance to wee-wee manually; has only been done thrice in the year it’s been in. Every time they scanned the bladder, the day after removal. the bladder has been a third full after my weeing. And believe me, passing manually the last time, was sheer agony!

Chronically bad night shots.
Blurry…
Blurry.
Blurrier.
Really, really Blurrier!
I am a silly blurrier! HaHa!

Spent another night of nodding, jumping awake in pain, emptying the pouch… and for tonight, coughing to boot!

Am I Worried?

Keep Well, and Have a Great day!