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Carer Ejaz told me I was snoring somnolently,
When he came to see me, he said I was a somniloquist,
What? I asked after waking, and he told me…
That proves that you are a somniloquistee!
“Ug”… hang on, I need a mug of tea…
And he made me one, a strong Glenhettie,
Ejaz impressed me with his sagacity,
Wanting to hear details of my phantasmagory,
Before I could start, he said to me…
Let me guess, your dream went pleasingly?
You were smiling and laughing audibly…
Talking, swearing, you looked a little sweaty…
Sometimes scowling sinisterly,
You then smiled, so very happily,
You smiled in your sleep, contentedly…
Ejaz: I didn’t want to wake you up, really,
You’d gone from flailing to satisfaction, calmly,
Me: “Yes, I’d just shot Starmer, but not in reality!”
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04:30hrs: The flow-back pains from the dodgy catheter day contraption were stinging away when I woke up. The nocturnal pouch was barely damp; there was so little urine in it! The first thing was to dismount the hospital bed and investigate. As I stood up to bend down to take a look, the flow shot out into the night bag. But not a lot of it. I decided to get the tackled. With a visit to kick off, then investigate what the dodgy state that the was in. 
Well, a mega-change from this morning’s evacuation, I must say.
Still entirely under the control of. But not liquified and all over in seconds, as the last three visits have been. Small cubes hit the water without much splashing. Green and Oxo-shaped.

The shaving with the different razors went well. Only two teeny-weeny nicks on the back of the neck this morning. The teeth didn’t bleed at all, I don’t think. Most of the blood came from the gums that had lost their teeth. 
I left off doing poor Little Inchy’s Fungal lesion treatment. Until I’d sorted
the catheter out.
Then, I did the other regulars; Ears oiled, eye drops in, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees, then used the stronger one on .
I applied barrier cream to the areas I could reach.
Underbelly, men-breasts, back-flaps, eczema, acne, and Catheter sore spots.

Seemed to be trying to make a comeback again this morning. I hope she doesn’t.
You can see the swelling on the left knee. This is partly due to Arthur Itis, and Cartilage Carol, with Cartilage Chleo in support, who have mangled the knee areas of both legs. The darned Little monkeys!
Walking is a smidge dodgy.

I finished in the wet room and took a snap through the open window of the stunning light blue and pink sky. Nice!

I hobbled into the front room, collected the bins from the wet room & kitchen, and then got everything sorted.
And made one large bag to go to the waste chute.

Carer Ejaz arrived in a good mood. He did a good jon helping me this morning. I felt a smidge guilty in keeping him longer than he should have, and was nervous of missing the bus when he shot off. He’s to make the last call; I hope he catches the bus in time.
The lad helped me get a new catheter bag and a wide strap on. After we’d done it, things seemed reluctant for the flow to start, but it happens sometimes, and it can start a little late. Ejaz told me t ring for an ambulance if the flow does not start again. He put the diabetic socks on for me. Issued the medications; no time left for a body check. That is no bother, I got most of them that I could reach earlier on the wet room visit. 
Thanks, Ejaz.

I revisited the Porcelain Throne. It was a short visit. Nothing happened.
But plenty of long-drawn-out emissions of wind!

I pressed on determinedly with the blog updating!
It helped that I had a wonderful two-hour visit from . Amazing how well I was doing. Until dawned.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Horis floated off, and in came Darius. Ruining my day entirely. A bugger to shake him off, too! I’d been doing so well, but now I realise it was a four-hour session of darkness that I suffered through!

Anne Gyna visited as I started to imbibe the meal.

Carer Mizra called, and the last one was Carer Akeyo. I forgot to ask him to take my diabetic socks off. Struggling and bending painfully to get them off myself brought Loss-Balance-Bobbie and Dizzy Dennis to the fore. So effective they were that I could not get into the hospital bed, just too disorienting and painful.
So got into the second-hand shop bought nine years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.

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Evening All!