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Things were going so slowly and messy last night. It was about 03:00hrs this morning before I collapsed in a confused and tired condition mentally, into the the second-hand shop bought ten years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. I nodded of quickly, waking
three hours later, to one hell of a slow, single current that crawled up from the ankle to my crutch!
Leaving a never-felt-before tingling sensation at the end of .
As I checked the nocturnal pouch, I discovered the urine looked murky, to say the least. Yet it was not such a deep colour today.

 I’m still in control. I must remember to take some Senna tablets later on.I had a go at the old puzzle book. It’s full of incomplete crosswords over the years. It still is after this effort.
I didn’t find a single solution, and I had no success with the evacuation struggle. Then I washed and got the computer booted up. They don’t use that term much nowadays, do they?
Morning Carer Richard arrived. Sorted out the medications for me. He looked well for an end-of-shift call, bless him.
I took these four photographicalisations from the kitchenette window… no, I didn’t, sorry. I went iknto the balcony, opened a window and took these four shots from my left to the right.
Then, I made another trip to the Porcelain Throne, hopes high, as the last visit was not so painful.
But still failed to pass!

Back on the computer again.
I found the ‘lost’ photograph of the meals from yesterday. I recall not taking it until I was well over halfway of eating it.
I think I worked out why I couldn’t find them on Sunday.
Carer Chris told me how to download the photos from the camera that I’d take without an SD card in it. I reckon I’d been leaving the SD card in the camera slot and connecting the USB thingamajig, but with the SD in the camera, it couldn’t reach them. Obvious now, come to think of it. Hehehe!

to change my catheter contraption. He was in a hurry. I diagnosed that straight away. But she did not rush me. It was I think, it was who came. She was the nurse who was called last visit when the other one could not get the tube back in Little Inchie. This time, it was the reverse; Sarah couldn’t get it back in. She lost even more time, needing around 20 minutes to get it in, but she did it. 🧡  She put in extra pain gel twice cause she realised how much it was hurting me. I suspect my howling, arghing, wincing & the tears running down my cheeks may have been a clue. Haha!

Off Sharon flew, and I got seated on the computer chair.
After a few minutes on CorelDrawing, I felt a distinct sensation of liquid running down my left leg. I investigated.
Yes, the tube catheter’s top tube connection had fallen out, leaving some urine in my slipper and even more on the carpet!
Also, but not only that, the contraption was fitted in the wrong size. I am now in frustration mode. To make things worse, they had fitted a wide extra-long master tube, and I now have to do the impossible without agony being involved along the line, of reaching down to my ankle to get to the pouch’s on-off tap! Cragknangles!
The leg straps had opened, causing the pouch to sink even lower down my leg. The exit tube is now resting and leaking again on the top of my foot!
Misfortune means bad luck or the state of having bad luck. Break misfortune into its parts, and you get mis- meaning bad and fortune, meaning chance or luck. Sometimes, it can feel like misfortune follows you. Picture it as a gloomy psychic named “Miss Fortune” who can only see the bad things in your future. Mine are named EQ, & Alto Inchie.

Lamb meat (shredded) with extra-thick gravy, mint, and oven chips. Wholemeal Bread thins and a dessert pot.
Nice!

As I washed the pots, Dizzy Dennis hit me and continued to do so for the rest of the night.
Carer Precious did the last two calls, but there are no other details available in the grey cells. I felt out of sorts and unbelievably tired. I even felt off balance while sitting down. 

The nocturnal catheter pouch was most uncomfortable attached to the overly long, thick-tubed new day setup.
No matter how tired I was, sleep from here on was shirt-lived. I was shooting awake so often. I’m not feeling too good medically or mentally at the moment. raided, every time I woke. Then depression moved into the equation, only for me to wake up with his depressionalisationing blasting away at me as I stirred awake for the umpteenth time.

TTFN