Inchie: Sat-Sun 18-19th April 2026

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SATURDAY 18th APRIL
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My worst day for pain all week. Bladder-flow-back agony was the main culprit. Took the maximum allowed of OxyContin painkillers and Co-Codamol. No relief from the bladder pains whatsoever. But at least, with it being so bad, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Back-Pain-Brenda, Earache Erasmus, and even Toothache Tiffany were of minimum status, pain-wise. More visits from the District Nurses, I’m not sure they realised I was suffering so much. Maybe even doubtful of me, when on both visits, they got the glow going in minutes, something is not right in there, the bladder or the urine or both. There has to be. I have a decent pain tolerance, but this issue took me to my very limit. Again, to ease the pain, I tried everything I could. Apart from pushing it with the pain medications, I kept wandering about as I did yesterday, trying to take my mind off the problem. Hoovering here and there, washing where I could reach in the Wet Room and kitchen. Cleaning the fridge… but of course, nothing helped. The pain droned on until the first nurses arrived. And within minutes, it was flowing again.

The usual advice: keep drinking water. So I did. In the morning, Carer Ejaz said there must have been fifteen empty one-litre water bottles in the collated bin-bag, a dozen 500ml, and two two-litre bottles. My silly-at-the-time, great over-stocking with boxes in the hallway did eventually prove to be a blessing on Sunday. Stocks naturally had dwindled, and I made an order for more – I didn’t want to run short again. Not knowing how long this will last. Guzzling away, but the pains returned. So bad this time, I pressed the alert alarm and was taken through a Q&A session. They said a nurse would be along.

Managed to take a few snaps in between praying for help with the pain, and many Porcelain Throne visitations were made. Got the computer on to add Friday’s food snap to the blog. Mind-Mangling-Malcom, and CorelDraw playing up, and ensured I got nothing done.
I made many mugs of tea to complement the gallons of spring and soda water taken. Well, it felt like it.
The feet, ankles, and toes were still swollen and ought to have been painful, but the bladder bother was so bad, it reduced their effects, I think. Oh, maybe it was all the drugs I’d taken. Hehe!
I fear I may have got things terribly out of order chronologically. They happened, but when may be questionable, timing, what day, and why I  even bother trying to catch up, cause it’s an impossibility.

 Blimey, the Catheter started flowing with lots coming at once, and of a great colour too! Aert Alarm. Nurses came again. I’m sure they think I’m fibbing about the amount of water I’m drinking. I dare not go anywhere outside, cause I can’t carry the water with me.
One of the nurses told me, “Each time you empty your day pouch, you put it in the jug that has a measurement on the side of it.” She showed me which one to use on the jug and asked me to try to drink as much water as was shown in the jug. I thanked her and said I would. She then pointed out not to do this with the nocturnal pouch, just take plenty of water when you wake up. I laughed and told her I had no sleep for three nights, cause the pain wakes me up! I assume they reported back to the Community Clinic, because I got a telephone call from a bloke from there within fifteen minutes. More Q&A’s. Lots of them. 

The BP returns today, shook me.
Sys 184-Dia68-Pul 85-Blod 94/82. I’ve done another cock-up! This was on Friday, not today. Mind-Mangling Malcolm, Arithmaphobia Artimus, Catheter Flowback Bart, of course, banging away at my sanity.

So many things that I cannot read on the two-page memory pad. My eyes are not good at all. I can’t find if I am on the list for lasering or not. I do hope so. Then again, is it worth them doing it on Coffin-Ready old fart, like me?
This blogging may have to be terminated. The eyes, mistakes and the colossal amount of time it takes, adding the lack of sleep for three days, and most damaging to my hopes, this whatever it is that no one knows, I’ll have to christen it before I finish with Inchie Today… erm…
Catheter-Flowback-Colleen?
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SUNDAY 19th APRIL
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SUNDAY 18th APRIL
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Sleep, Sleep, Glorious Sleep!
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It was great! No bloody bladder bothering or waking me up! I had to stop myself from getting up too quickly, although the joy made me want to. Sensibly, I rose carefully and did the balance exercises. Removed the nocturnal catheter bag and, within two minutes, saw pee flowing down the tube into the day bag. Smug-Mode-Engaged for the first time in many days… Sheer, utter Joy…
But it was not to last for long!
I merrily hobbled into the kitchenette to do the checks and get the kettle on the boil. I believe I was singing to myself as I saw the sunshine outside, felt painless inside, opened the window wide and took these two snaps of the view. At long last, I could start a day without worrying about pain, the bladder or drinking litres of spring and soda water.
The urine had bir been flowing for several minutes. I gulped down
a litre of soda water and another of spring water. But the tube appeared to be clear. Five minutes after drinking another litre of spring water, the Catheter pouch looked like a rugby ball!
on my leg. Hahaha! Drinking when one is forced to is not a pleasure. If I didn’t, Bladder Catheter Bob (another name for it?) would have me in the grip of his flowback pains agonising, excruciating, paralysing, gruelling, unendurable, torturing, more than flesh and blood can bear, harrowing, grievous, gut-wrenching, abhorrent, abominable, almost insuffrable, nauseating, intolerable, distressing grip. Just thought I’d mention it, in passing.
My eyes are getting worse again. I may have to give up. On WordPress, I can at least change the font and size. Then WP changes them to any font I don’t want. Changing them again and again.
Still, you don’t like to complain, do yer?

Then, to make my day, the computer, or MS, or other oligarchic con-men company, allowed this whatever-it-was to show up on screen. This didn’t happen with my Atari ST, specifically the 520ST. launched in 1985. No library destruction; no Synonyms for a computer hacker. Depend on their intent, ranging from technically skilled professionals to malicious actors. Common terms include cracker, cyberpunk, phreaker, techie, infiltrator, intruder, and threat-actor. Specifically, breaking systems maliciously. 
Was the internet going in 1985?

I got the meal served up for later. another cold one.
It looked pretty good to me. I was going to cover the tray with foil to keep it fresh, and a glance out of the window told me I had to take some photos of the darkening houses, which looked a smidge eerie.
I missed this cloud snap that I took on the left earlier. Better late than never… or is it?

Carer Mizra arrived, and was glad he had not got any cooking ot food prep to do. I quickly told him about the bladder-failure drinking and frustration, not to mention the pain it gave, Hehe! He went to empty the urine jug, I think. As he was doing so…
I stood up to go to the kitchenette.
I bent down slightly to pick up a letter I wanted him to read and explain to me…
As I felt the haze & dizziness enfold me, I shouted his name out. Seconds later, down I went. Falling on and crushing the box with the letter, and one underneath with biscuits. I put my hands out instinctively, and the boxes collapsed when I thudded down, splitting them open, as Mizra arrived. All within 20 seconds max. I came around to Mizra, bending down to hold me. He later told me I’d gone into a mini seizure for about 30 seconds after I landed. He asked me if I wanted an ambulance, but it seems I was out of it and didn’t (can’t recall this bit). A smidge confused at first, I soon felt the acid reflux coming up into my throat, nose, and mouth. So, no doubt I had a seizure, but after the fall.
I felt the pain in my right knee this time, and oddly, in my goolies. But this was matter-of-fact, because we then had the job of getting my elephantine, huge & wobbly body up on my feet. I was clear-headed moments later and could tell Mizra how to help me get up. Not an easy task, let’s face it. 
But he managed it with relative ease. I think two people were grunting during the raising of the Titanic, Inchie. I’m in pain, and Mizra is struggling with the challenge at hand, Hahaha!
A magnificent effort from the lad got me up in no time, first time as well. There was just one moment when I struggled to get my right leg straightened, as we got me up. I recall vaguely thinking I may have fractured the right knee now. A bit sore, but by morning it was just stiffness. Mizra had to go to his last call. Making sure I felt okay first. 
A grand job that he did!
There were no after effects, and by morning the stiffness had all but gone. The fibs ached, but did not actually hurt at all. It could have been a lot, lot worse. The main thing is that I avoided going into the hell-hole known as the hospital.
Mind you, I think it helped having the agony of the bladder and the catheter hurting me, and I reckon it sort of helped me get through the tumble. A good
I didn’t burst the flipping Catheter bag.

I went to fetch the fodder.
Boiled cut potatoes, tomatoes,
crispy chilli potato snacks, and a fair
dollop of Teryaki sauce, no bread.
The imitation crab sticks were
cut up by Mizra, as were the sticks.

I struggled a bit to get the night pouch on. Bending down again, but I had no option.

I watched the football on TV. I managed two matches and drifted off to sleep, heavenly sleep!

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Until, if I get my eyes done, I have to
make Inchie Today irregularly. Maybe.
just an ode, cartoon & Health Check.
I’m hoping it may be that I can get
back to doing a full blog.
Keep Safe
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