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Cragnuts – Testicles – & Cobblers!
Late Wednesday morning now, and I’ve just found out that all graphics & photos for today have been deleted in Tuesday’s panic over the memory, after I’d spent hours deleting as much as I could to free up the memory to start, and hopefully save this blog later, I foolishly deleted Tuesday’s! At least the two above had been inserted into WordPress before I proved my need for mental help.
Oh, I found I’d left just one more photograph on the card, the meal, taken after the mess deletion session. Thankful for small mercies.
Everything is going wrong again!
The Catheter problems and the forgotten tasks are building. Book with the Chemist for the Covid and the flu jab. Call the bank as requested.
The British Gas Meter farce has not been sorted in three years now. Despite three attempts by Carer Ejaz phoning them, nothing has changed. The threat is that the meter may stop working unless I send a meter reading. We have requested and been told that an engineer will call to resolve the issue… but the oligarchs did not send anyone, nor even email a reply to my request.
Finally finding out that my chest pains were not from the rib cracks, as the Warfarin DVT blood collector said she is taking an extra vial today, for the Renal Department. Kidneys?
Anne Gyna’s visitations return with venom.
Still have not got a list of the Carer’s call times.
I’ve never been so far behind with my, to me, precious blogs. I’ll see if any photos are left on the Camera SD, but I’m pretty sure I deleted them all after putting them on file, only to delete them again. Luckily, I had not deleted them all; I have the grand total of two from the 15 I had. Grrr!
Every time I go on the computer, I do not know if the memory will cope, uncomfortable, frustrating and demoralising. P’s me off so much, and I get angry with myself, which instantly brings on self-hating and loathing at my patheticness.
I’ll have no enthusiasm after another idiotic mistake that could have been avoided. If only I did not panic when things go wrong… which seems to happen several times a day. Everyday.
So, a graphic-less, and sparseness of photos, and again, the memory-pad writing is terrible and often means I ignore what I can’t read, and sometimes I do have a guess if the word seems to fit the scribble on either side of it. But this gets me even madder, ’cause it takes so long that I end up even further behind on the blog, and no other problems get sorted. Then either Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, or Shaking Shaun joins in the discomforting emotions, and usually, a decent length of time to add to my mental mayhem. Writing this is such an occasion, so I expect that having to redo work already done & lost through my own over-anxiousness will not help at all.
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Tuesday 13th April 2026
At 02:00 hours, I woke up in agony from the urine flow-back. No urine in the Catheter Pouch again. I went up and walked about slowly for around two hours, as for some reason, this lessened the pain a smidge. I tried pushing the Cather tube further in, to no avail. But when Anne Gyna and then the kidneys kicked off, I could not take that much pain. So I pressed my Alert-Alarm button. Explained to the controller, and she said she’ll ring the District Nurses for me. I then started doing all manner of things to try to put my mind off of the agony from the bladder within. Vaccumed, had a stand-up wash and shave, visited the toilet twice, and weighed Trotsky Terence results. Hoovered, sorted through a drawer… dropping it on the floor! You wouldn’t believe the amount of crap that tumbled out! Upsetting , and I had to bend down to retrieve the scattered assorted garbage from the floor.

06:20hrs: Not long after, two Angels of Mercy arrived. Got me on the bed (I can’t say that very often, Hehe!), and could find no reason for the Catheter failing. The nurse jigged the Catheter tube and inserted it a little more, and suddenly the urine flowed again!
Once more, I felt a fool!

A page and a half of ungrammatical, undecipherable scribblings had to be ignored. And that’s yer lot from the notepad help. However, I think there may have been a possibility that the kidney pain started at a higher, more severe level. With no Oxycodones left to use, I had to take several Co-Codamol tablets to reduce the pain to an acceptable level. Although still painful from Kidney Kid & Anne Gyna, they eased within 20 minutes, but only temporarily. I’m sure I remember recording the Carer’s visits. But if I did, I might have written them on any of the three pages I was jumping between as I moved from page to page over two days’ blogs. Or, the pain was so much that I didn’t record them at all. Not in a good spot today.

Ah, the found meal photo.

Got it done by myself tonight.

I really did make a mess with my notepad recording.
I can now recall…
Jenny, my Angel, who did the laundry for the Carer, who put it in the wash, and she collected it, and Robin Hood Frank returned it all folded. Much appreciated. Bless them both, thanks, X. Jenny phoned me later; she is coming to see me with her friend, who is visiting Jenny and collecting for charity.