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The pains from the Catheter… well, poor little Inchy, were terrible today. They distracted me so much. It’s the mystery of why that bothers me so much. I know I had Cancer lasered back around 1980, but the pains now seem to be changing. They are sharper than ever and so much more persistent that I’m not sure it’s the tube pulling on Inchy or something else that is the cause of my dilemma. 
Carer Chris helped me today with setting up the new SD reader, but I was too tired and worn out from the pain to try to use it. (This morning, the pains were less frequent until I got the ablutions done, and they are back again!) 
Less details on this blog. Cheers!

Well-blooded urine this morning.
End car park in the rain.

No Carer Kara to help me while she’s on holiday for a fortnight for the 2nd day, I forgot to ask Carer Richard to put the diabetic socks on for me and then forgot when the midday Carer arrived. No wonder the legs are thickening up again.
Vascular Vanessa’s eruption bases are showing already.

Iceland order.
Plenty of sausages?
A mixed bag of treats, bread & cleaners.
Joy! Lemon Tartlets!.

This shot clearly shows the mess made in the wall breather. They told me they were coming back to sort it out, but that was in September 1989. I think I let them done by living so long. Hehehe!
Another visit!

I’d not been taking many photos. Sorting out WordPress photo gallery updating the wrong pictures, and even the right ones are often inserted as a different one? Arrgh!
When I got around to making the nosh, and taking a photo of it, I realised that I’d left the SD card in the computer. So, although I’d only taken a handful in the afternoon, none of them were gettable. Arrgh!

Carer Christopher made his last call. He looked at the mini-disc and got a handhold on the camera, but I’m still waiting for him to get me a carrier so I can use it on the current USB board. He questioned the pain I was getting from the catheter, as the new to the flats chap above, as he put it: ‘Has no trouble or pain with his at all!’ That cheered me up!  I pointed out to him about my having Cancer lasered, the small size of Little Inchy, and the medications I was on may affect things, such as the Finasteride tablets that the so-called specialist recommended that the Doctor puts me on for a month, that may reduce the size of my prostate and allow me to manually pee again. She’s still got me taking them now, a year later? Not that I will ever find out, cause since starting, the Community Nurses were to take out the whole contraption and give it overnight to see if I can pass on my own so’s to put it. They’ve only done this twice in over a year. Looks like I’ll never know?

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TTFN, ALB, & CHEERS