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AN UP AND DOWN DAY TODAY
Depressed one minute, singing away five minutes later, looking for figures and faces in the clouds… Then for some unknown reason, I got such a sharp pain from Little Inchie, and I was not moving, just sat making my usual mistakes and errors on the computer? Unfortunately, off and on, they have been pestering me all day. They still are. Humph!
When I burnt the meal, the third time in three days, a reason or cause to feel down you’d have thought? But no, I just drained and wrapped the burnt stew in multiple thick waste bags, and I took them to the dustbin. Returned to start making another meal.
I couldn’t find my favourite smooth writing Paper-Mate Ink-Joy pen. There’s no logic about the panic I got myself into. Jesus, I’ve got no end of pens I could have used – But No! I just had to find it at all costs! Nothing else got done for well over an hour; nothing else seemed to matter! Until I found it underneath Hopewell’s c1962 falling apart splintered cabinet, right at the back against the wall.
This was not going to beat me, oh, no!
I got the best of the picker-upperers. Picker-Percy.
It’s been used almost daily for a couple of years or more, but still working well. It can (and does) pick up individual tablets, even the smallest ones, the Beta-Blocker, Bisoprolol Fumarate, and I-litre bottles of water. A great friend indeed, especially when in need. But, this time, and not Percy’s fault…
I foolishly leant a little too far forward in my effort to fish the pen from the darkness beneath… By the time I’d got it, a few things had taken place…
❶ As I leant down, I squashed against the catheter tube and yanked it out a little… âť· The swearing and cringing did not help the pain in any way, but I felt a smidge better. ❸ I got Metal-Micky (the four-pronged stick) and went to the wet room to stop the bleeding from Little Inchy. Got some new Depends on, and back to the problem at hand. âťą Stooped and lost my balance, ‘Clunk’ as my head hit the loose door on the cabinet… âťş Then back to the wet room and put some Savlon on the forehead, and once again, to stop the bleeding from Little Inchy. Got some new Depends on. I tried to assess any damage to 
and back to the problem at hand. I got the pen retrieved and should have been more than content… Hah! âť» It was a different pen, not the Paper-Mate! That’s still hiding somewhere. Hehe!
Carer Jozeph, Carer Sam, and Carer Sarah called up to now. (20:00hrs)
A late one to fit the 
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Only been two 
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Here are the few photos taken today?
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫ DELIVERED
I was soi lucky that Carer Joseph was here when they arrived. The driver left them down in the main lobby! Joseph fetched them up for me, for which he got some cold coffee and all my thanks for helping.
and the last of the fodder
I took this early after getting up to try and catch the shadows from the other flats as they stretched across the tree copse/.
Going to get my evening meal now.
Before the night bag gets attached.
Adding the tasty ersatz bacon to the tomatoes, Mediterranean 7-vegetable sauce, and sea-salted, chopped tomatoes with basil in the saucepan.
Stirred continually (
as the hot water tap was left run cold, Huh!), and got it served up on the tray.
I got settled in the ÂŁ300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, back-pains-guaranteed, none-working, recliner. Two of the over-floured bread rolls to dunk in the juices. And the last of the cheap Strawberry jam imitation desserts. I wallowed in the feast, slowly enjoying the flavour.
The Taste-Rating for this one was 8.9/10.
after mayhap the best-flavoured nosh all week came the job of washing the things up from its creation. It took me ages to get the pots clean. Thank heavens I used a throw-away tin foil tray in the oven; that made things easier not having to scrub the oven dish.
After getting things sorted, I dipped into the Sprinkle buttons for a self-treat. Seemed a good and earned idea to me.
Sorry I did now!
I popped three of the rainbow-covered bits of chocolate into my mouth. The pain and blood from the broken tooth that one got lodged in, indicated that doing this was not a good idea. It wasn’t! Tsk!
I took these photos of the late sun setting. Bootiful!
A distance shot…
Then a close-up of the departing sun over the horizon.
Came in, and 
to the 
for me. He emptied the urine bucket and checked that the flow from Day Pouch to Night Pouch was working. All good.
Richard checked the taps and stove were not left on.
He pointed out that I’d taken the antibiotics at the wrong time.
At the time, I was convinced I was doing right and could not get my head around the problem, but accepted his findings without question. Somehow deep in the depths of the 
controlled brain, I was more confused than ever, however: In the morning, when I thought about it, it was so obvious to me that the lad was so right. How these changes in awareness come and go annoy me.
Then I get angry with myself. Not as angry as when I do stupid things, like leaning forward and bending, kneeling full well there is a risk of a visit from
or at worst, an 
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Another example of Inchies newly acquired ineptitude, incompetence, inadequacy and incapacitation are shown above.
Not one of the best selfies I’ve tried for. Hehehe!
Still, I might use it on the blog, mayhap as an ode-topper?
Safe Sleep, with Bo-Beep,
After counting the sheep,
I hope your sleep is deep…
Dream of nothing grossièreté,
Find happiness in a heartbeat!
TTFNski!
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controlled evacuation. Not so much a torpedo, more like a nuclear submarine! Hahaha! But no bleeding with it.
I’m dreading it hewn Doreen gets worse, and I have to pay for some carer to clean me. When it comes to this stage, I don’t think I could cope with the, and perhaps 
, maybe even still having a catheter fitted as well, frightening! As the ever-present oink 
ruling the roost, I would not want to cope. Of course, it’s going to come. Not that I expect to be aware of it. So I decided to try and make the best of things until then.
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powders. I mentioned that I could not fetch them today as I had an Easy-Link picking me up. ‘Why can’t you?’ He asked. ‘Because they cannot digress from the arranged route, or they are not covered by their insurance, you see.’ I replied. Your Carers should fetch it then.
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Food balancing on my belly,
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Another horrendous day..
06:20hrs: Woke and removed the Catheter Night Pouch.
Amazed at how many times the photos of the Catheter Bags seemed to have faces, figures of animals, and other objects on them. 
Emptied the Night Catheter bag in the WC.
Took this photo when making a mug of tea.
The blood coming into the Day bag seemed thicker than ever?
Back to the Wet Room to use the Porcelain Throne.
The Co-op delivery arrived.
Yee Gods! 
The overloaded pouch only let me release a tiny drop of blood & urine.
The bloody valve in the catheter opened itself…
An interesting photo here. No idea what it’s of. Hehe!
Gotten Himmel! The new bag filled up quickly again.
Emptied the pouch.
Took a snap of the much-missed-visiting tree copse.
I see an image in this picture of the day bag. Can you?
This one reminded me of Telstar.
The new shape of the pouches was noted.
Back to the Porcelain Throne.
The bag keeps filling up so quickly?
An hour after emptying it.
Arrived and 
to the day one.
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Computer problems
No idea why I took these two?
The Famously Crap Internet is down…
Not weeing much?
Hopefully, it will come.
Got the dishes washed, and I took this picture of the
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, as it was filling up a bit urgently.
With it being such a small day bag, the smallest ever used; I was concerned that if I failed to check it, an 
could well happen, and the overfilled bag may burst?
I am!
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now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.
I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.
I took this photo.
arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.
I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
Arrived, theoretically, to attach the 
Evening night shot from the kitchen window.
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Fait dollop of wee in the night catheter.
Terrible morning view photo.
The light bulb needed changing.
Ah, that’s better. Thank you.
Carer Richard’s donated minder whiteboard.
Cor, the little day catheter bag filled up quickly.
An hour later, again!
Then the wee-weeing stopped?
Evening meal, not bad.
Followed by a pot of porridge.
Woken by Carer Carole-Anne.
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Beautiful view – horrible photo
Not much in the 
Off to wet to dispose of the accumulated urine
done.
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Abolitionising has been done, and I got on with the medicationalisationings.
had been kicking off since waking up, but now she was really giving me some. Argh!
Finally, I got dressed.
Proper frosty out there now.
was enjoyed, when I told him I’d got through to the Easy-Lift people and arrange a lift there and back, in fact… it was a 
The driver kindly took the food through to the kitchen for me.
He put the food where he could find space; there’s not a lot of that.
Bless him!
They had some Potatoe Rostis in stock today.
And, unlike last week when they had none, so I ord
Mid-afternoon view from the kitchen.
Came to sort out the medications and do the Health & Safety Checks on the taps and cooker. She put my mind to rest about both Catheter Pouches having urine in them; She said that this often happens. Bless her. Then checked the taps and oven. Also moved some of the bottles of water delivered to a safer place for me. Bless her. 
Sunsetting view this evening.
The dark cloud prompted my love of pareidolia
An animal with fire coming from its mouth? Hehe!
And then, back to looking dark?
But, of course, it didn’t bother me. 
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Morning view, first photo.
Car parking on Chestnut Way
Delivery arriving for someone
The carer, Jodie, tried to ring the Doctors for me.
The sun tried to come out for a while.
Starting to get dark early today.
Where did I put the hearing aids?
Had a job getting any of the collection of old
I made start eating this great-flavoured nosh.
. The usual routine, waking up often and falling
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But being the fave heroic, pain-taking, sod-em-all that I am, it was no sweat taking the agony from the Mystery-Rib-pains as I bent down. 
Hehe! I stopped crying anyway. There was not much wee-weeing done overnight again.
Appointment either waited on, transport to be arranged for. Worried in case the time and dates would clash when they did arrive. Cataract repair and new Cornea at the QMC EENT Centre. They cannot do the cataract in the left eye until the right one is done and settled. Then there is Glaucoma in the left eye; and Saccade in the right eye… Tsk! I’ll never live long enough to get them done! I was looking forward to seeing what St. Peter looks like at the gates, as well. Hehehe!
The Coppice, next visit in February. Brain Scans are to be done to find out which type of Doreen Dementia I have.
The DVT Clinic and the Warfarin anticoagulation Clinic appointments have been cancelled and may or may not be reissued.
Going back in apparently in a fortnight, as the catheters are not clearing the bladder of urine at all.
, or heavens above, with the guilty of giving me many a tumble 
The kind, caring. vampire in the flat above. launched into one of his clunk-thudding mechanical serenades.
Carer Kara called – medications done, chinwag for a bit, and catheter checked.
or Carer Lisa (guessing here, can’t remember who came, really). But the bags had gone later.
were rather 
numerous, which cost me a lot of time.
Almost got caught out again with the new small catheter pouch.
I soon had it sorted out.
Did I mention the tea and porridge?
Or crap parking?
Milky wee-wee?
But I also blame 
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, things could be better!
TTFNski!
Deaf with Dementia?
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Kept guzzling water in hopes that the catheter would not be put back on.
Boxed them for me.
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for me to find out about the account, but she was unable to get through to them.
I laughed as the tube went in and through Little Inchy, the urethra, the prostrate and then into the urine-filled bladder. I was nattering away to help them keep calm! They looked rather nervous and kept asking me if I was alright and if it was hurting? Bless ’em.
Arrived, a know-all, snottily superior attituded lad. Self-Self, Self. He asks, “What have you got to tell me, then?” Goes on his mobile and doesn’t listen. And didn’t take the bags with him to the chute on