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A mixed day. visited a few times, but after each visit, he stayed all night when the Catheter stopped flowing again in the evening. Backflow pains are so bad, with me having none of the new pain medication to fight them. Just to throw another spanner in the works, Anne Gyna was having a right go at me through the night. Needless to say, sleep was at a premium. Insufficient to meet the demand needed for me to be in any state to face getting up in the morning. Note: I don’t say “waking up”- that’s a no-go if I can’t get to sleep in the first place. More frustrating was nurse Maude saying there was nothing they could do about it, or Little Inchys fungal lesion, which has grown in size since her last visit. So, I did my best to adopt a ‘Grin & Bear it attitude. Not very successfully, I’m afraid. I kept repeatedly trying to push the tube further in, and guzzling so much water that I’ll have to order more tomorrow. Just to boost those in hand in the hallway. Just in case this becomes a regular occurrence. I’ll try ordering some soda water as well. and drink one between each bottle of spring water. If the painkillers arrive, I may cope a little easier with it. It’s even worse tonight, with Anne Gyna stabbing away as well. Oh, I fear I was using a lot of naughty language each time the surge returned. Luckily, Duodenal Donald is not active at the moment… oh dearie me… should I have risked saying that? 
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On with the Tale Of Woes: I woke, rose and got the night Catheter off; it had an amazing 650ml of urine in it and was a fair colour. I drank a litre of spring water to try to keep the flow going, and it worked; the pouch was filling up again. Made a brew and visited the Porcelain Throne. I almost casually meandered wobblingly partway to the wet room, the last stretch an Arthur Itis bothering fast as I could rush. Verbally asking things not to come too soon. Whoever I was talking to obviously did not hear me. Cleaning up after the 3-second watery evacuation took me ages.
That was a great start to the day, then!

I meandered into the kitchen in my freshly adorned slippers, protection pants, kaghoule, and dressing gown, and got the kettle on, taking this snap of the morning view. Nice!

Carer arrived as I was struggling to start the computer, sat down, and used his mobile phone. Then gave me the medications at the computer chair and asked: “You want Tea?” I explained, ‘Not now, thanks, until I get the computer on properly.’ I was going through a different routine of trying all 5 methods available, but in a different order, and I don’t want to lose where I was with it. Two minutes later, I asked for a mug of tea and got bikkies to dunk in it. No answer. I repeated my request, but it was ignored again as he was on his mobile. Annoyed, I said, “I don’t like to disturb you”. In a louder voice, “I’ll get the tea myself!” And I did. He meandered into the kitchen… “I do that!” And he did. Then went back to his mobile phone. He emptied the pouch and recorded the volume, and went back to his mobile.

Corel Sodding Draw was playing up again, so I had to shut it down at the plug, give it a few minutes and reboot. Had to redo the work I’d done that hadn’t been saved, and do it again. Then save it as another name. Having to delete some stuff again to make memory to do so. And still I’ve not heard anything from the computer man Asif arranged for.

I got some pod peas done and in the slow cooker to have later with a tin of soup, maybe. The fridge is still getting soaked in water, and I’m a bit worried about this.
Sorry here, but time has beaten me again, a few memories I recall and photographs only form here, or I’ll never get caught up. Not that I expect to, anyway. But no… I love doing it, even into the early hours.
Tried to save CorelDraw work… Not enough memory! So had to delete more stuff to make room again to save the CorelDraw graphic. Fed-upedness-Fred dawned to keep company.
Closed down everything, and went to get my teeth done, a stand-up wash, a shave, and medicated. Carer Ezra arrived as I was finishing. He cleaned my back for me, got me dressed, and slippered. Did a body check as he dressed me. Medicating Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, and Fractured Knee Frank. So nice to see Ezra or Mizra arrive. Caring lads. I turned on the computer and the TV just to take this photo. I got a blast of pain from the urine flowback as Ezra left. Worried without the new painkillers, if it’s another no sleep just pain night, I’ll be a wreck in the morning, and if the flowback continues, I’ll be in a bad way. I pray that the Doctor will send me some heavy-duty painkillers, especially with Anne Gyna being troublesome as well. Cragnangles!
Missed this snap I took earlier today. The pain is affecting my concentration. Genuinely fretting about it kicking off so early in the day tonight. I must stop moaning, I lose my followers, they must all be fed up with it… I’m fed up with it. I apologise to both of them.

Had a seizure or two today, this one just after I’d taken these two, rather decent shots of the evening sky, well, I thought they were. Hehehe!
Even the skies seem pissed-off lately. Still beautiful, mind you. The end of days is coming. No point in denying it. The way the world is going, these days indicate, no, shout it out.

Carer Mirza called. I’d got the nosh all ready to cook, so that saved him some time. Painkillers, well, not really Paracetamol, imitation painkillers given.

Easy Meal.
Can of veg soup with a packet of fresh peas added, and some light soy sauce. Milk roll bread to dunk, this was very nice.
Now, Friday morning, at 07:06hrs, I just paid my fourth visit to the . Why? You’d have thought eating a can of vegetable soup could affect the rear-end so violently?

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