Impaired Inchy: Tuesday 19th March 2024

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I got this above from the web, but it’s not my work. Great!
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05:45hrs; I was up sharpishly due to the need of the  . That took me instead a long time to evacuate. I got visions of my body being split in half at one point, lengthwise, of course. Hehehe! Things got stuck part-way out, and the pain almost made me shout out! Hahaha! With the misleading sense and rumbling innards sending me rushing to the wet room, I didn’t have time to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch.

I exited the wet room. I’ve been in it that long; I think I need another shave! I took this shot of the blue morning’s incredible view.

The ankles were a smidgen inflamed this morning. Still handing out the odd few sort of typical DC shocks. . The right leg is more persistent than the left.

I sorted the waste bags out and found that yesterday had not been taken yet. I’ll try to remember to ask whichever Carer calls later. 
The laundry had not been returned. I forgot about asking about the bin bags (Wednesday morning, there were six bags), but I did tell two carers about the laundry not being returned. I can’t take them myself, as it is far too early, so I forget! 
I found this, whatever it is, on the SD card. I wonder what it was. I hope it wasn’t urgent.

Carer Richard arrived. I forgot to ask him to get my socks back on. Tsk! But I did remember to take the Vitamin B17 tablet.

I asked Carer Kara to put them on for me; Kara did this on the midday call. ♥ And I was a lot warmer afterwards. Haha!

The bladder rapidly filling up the . The urine looked a little darker, which was unusual for this time of the day.

I got a call on the new landline. My beloved, heart-throbbing Phlebotomy nurse, Hristina, was from the Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin INR unit. She told me she would be coming to see me and take some blood tomorrow between 09:00 and 1100. ♥ A most welcome visitor!

I took a photo of the most deliciously looking sky and wonderful clouds from the kitchenette window. 
I found this one appealing. Is that the right word?

I’d been doing so well with the CorelDrawing. I made graphics and News Snippets and went to make a brew.
I don’t know what caused it, but I suddenly felt drained and washed out. My heavy eyes,  spirit, ID, Alto-Ego, loins, innards, joints, and brain insisted that I stop everything and get some sleep, so I tried to.
I got down in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. My very being was desperate for sleep, but could I get to sleep? No! Despite my feeling so tired!
The well-used ploy of putting the TV on, which usually sends me off into Sweet Morpheus Land when the adverts come on, did not work this time. I just sat there, watching the TV for hours, and not seeing it, if you know what I mean. The brain talking away to me, asking why I am not sleeping when my body demands it! Well, I didn’t know. The eyelids drooped, but I remained sleepless.
This was so unnatural and surreal. I decided to get into the bed, turn off all the lights, get comfy, and nod off. Which I did, desperate to get some kip!
I got settled, and the resident above me clattered about. It was not his fault, but judging by the type of noise, I think he had dropped his Zimmer or walking stick. It took me ten minutes or so, but I drifted off to sleep.
Only for me to be unceremoniously woken by the repetitious . One single twinge; always followed by another within five minutes or so. I put up with it for an hour or so, then gave up and got up.
I caught the moon smiling at me through the oddly misty-looking night and photographed it. It was not a bad effort on the first one.
Then, I managed to take another decent one. I was beginning to approach delving into class one, super grade A .
Ah, back to my usual photographicalisationing skills on this third one, an attempted close-up frame. I thought it would be a good one, but I found out in the morning when I retrieved these from the SD card what a mess I made of it. Hey-Ho!

Tonight, I had a canned meal. A tin of potatoes, stewed steak, and chunky vegetable soup were warmed up in a saucepan. I’d got some Milk Roll bread to dunk in it. I put it on low heat and meandered back to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. 
THEN I FELL ASLEEP! 
Just when I didn’t want to nod off, I did! There are no photos of the burnt meal and saucepan cause I was furious with myself! I dished the contents and cleaned the saucepan, floor and stove. I’m sorry I sat down again, now!

I got more canned food out of the cupboard and, more or less, made the same meal again, standing by it all the time I prepared it to avoid having another. I got settled again, this time back in the recliner to avoid. Yet again, could I get back to sleep? No! I gave up and got up. After one 30-minute burst of bliss, called sleep all day and night, it was not good! 

This bodes badly for tomorrow’s energy requirements.

I can’t see myself staying awake much longer.

TT(Yawn)FN