Duodenal ulcer

INCHIE: Monday 27th March 2023

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Worra duff day, again!
There are still no medications or night Catheter bags delivered.
So no chance of any pain relief fro Ann Gyna; or poor Little Inchie bleeding and chaffing on the Catheter tubing. So nowt new there!
I seem to have attained a permanent state of depression this morning… well it’s well into the afternoon now… good heavens! Just looked at the one clock left working, and it’s nearly teatime… as it used to be. 17:00hrs!

Let’s have it… who stole the day?
This place is full of mystery and connivery!
Time moves without my knowledge, I say!
Little things can be so digressionary…
I washed-up last night, but I can’t find the cutlery?
My Porcelain visits indicate the onset of dysentery!
Anne Gyna, Colin Cramps, and swollen ankles all getting at me!
I’m breathing better, but I’m coughing more this Monday…
I don’t mind coughing; I’m not keen on a coffin!
All the usual traits linger on, like being dithery…
The catheter tube making Little Inchie bloody,
Should I change this blog into a shockumentary?
I’m not in good shape, physically…
But in a far worse plight mentally!
Each night I’m so tired, my eyes cloudy & bleary…
I can get off to sleep usually…
But not now, thanks to the apothecary…
No Anne Gyna tablets, Colin Cramps, painfully…
Both ensure that I sleep abortively…
Waking me in pain so often, grindingly!
In despair. Had enough, Me? Absobloodylutely!

Pretty coloured wee-wee this morning.

A little misty.
City Hospital is in there somewhere.

The trees are coming on well in the roads below…

When the petals fall in the fall, will they be messy at all?

Bootiful puffer-clouds.
I don’t think that’s the official name of them…

A few hours later…

I’ve only had one Porcelain Throne evacuation yet.
Carer Sam and Carer Jo-Anne have called.
I’ve been in and out of it again.
No medications or night Catheter bags come.
Fancy that! And it’s only been a week without the
medications & Catheter bags.
Bloody agony – but is anyone interested? Silly question!
Isn’t life good?..

The door chime chimed – it was the postman. Delivering
the camera from my cyber-buddy Tim Price. Bless him!
Cracking camera that I can carry in my pocket, if ever
I get out again, that is. I was like a kid opening the
box. I took a snap of the old Fuji with it

Then one of the new Kodak with the Fuji.

Then the first cloud photo with the new one. Smashing! Thanks, Tim!

Carer Jodie called; no medications or bags.
Helped me with text messages.

Back on the Kodak…

Gorgeous!

Flat views.

Thick veg soup with tons of flavouring.
Liquid smoke, sea salt & BBQ sauce.
Flavour rating: 6.4/10 (Can’t win ’em all!).

called. Sorted the meds… well, not them we had run out of, naturally. No night bags to use. We had a little chin-wag.

She woke me more often than MPs fiddle with their tax returns. So sleep was another farce. No sooner got down in the c1966 Charity shop bought, second-hand, whiningly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and the kicked off. One good thing is that he gave me a break; he was of no bother at all! Not that he was needed, mind you – with no medications for her, was more than enough to guarantee me a lack of sleep again!

Cheers!

INCHIE: Friday 24th March 2023

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Overview, Revue & Waffling Ode
I sat looking at the screen for an age, impotent,
Trying to be creative, but I couldn’t,
The brains power and batteries were absent,
The mind was not interested nor compliant!
But, I was determined to get through this addlement…
This Mind-Blank, with a feeling of being insignificant,
My thought process is uncomplaisant…
Was it Doreen’s Dementia being defiant?
The thoughts fused, terribly absonant…
Focus clarifies a smidgen, then back to blent,
Many hours I’ve just spent…
Doing this ode, although claudicant…
I’ve written very little, originally meant…
Going through denudement, with no denouement!
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The urine was another bad colour.

Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, , & are chief suspects as well. My immediate desires inspired, were for me to go on a day trip out to the coast, maybe?
Then, of course, reality kicked in.
How the heck would I cope with the catheter and bag emptying?
Taking the medications? Ans, should be some miracle I made it to Skegness; there would be no way on the planet that I could resist a fish & chip meal!
Then, of course, should I be foolish enough to go on one – there is little doubt that one of the medical procedures I’m on the list for would arrive on the same day! Plenty to choose from; Cataracts, Glaucoma, Saccades, replacement bladder, and DVT vein bleed. Or another one of the Brain Scans.
I’ll have to go into a self-sulk mode and forget about any idea of a day at the seaside; it’s just impracticable! (Is that the right word?)

The Iceland order arrived.

Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The especially ‘flattened’ wholemeal rolls. Miraculously, they had some of the cheap kitchen towels in stock for once.

The highlight was a meal I had never tried before.
Looking forward to this.

Good Heavens…

The urine was running a much healthier colour!

Mind Blank Time
One minute I was on the computer, went to the Throne, and found myself five hours later, standing in the kitchen taking photos in the dark? Obviously, Carers had called, but could I remember who and when? No!

Raining!

Got back to the computer but just could not focus, so packed up and back to take the photos again.

The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.

Got the oven on heating up for the potato chunks. The ready meal will go in the microwave for nine minutes. So potatoes in when the heat gets to 200, 20 minutes later, I can put the Moussaka in the microwave, and hopefully, they will both be ready at the same time.

Back to the . acci-whoop The messy evacuation needed cleaning up. Then I realised that the WC tank was filling up very slowly – and while doing it, there was no water available from the cold tap on the sink? Friday night again – things always go wrong when there is no one on-site to help! Grumph!

Back to check on the meal to check…
But could not resist these views, a Pareidlia’s delight!

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Both of these snaps offered up a multitude of figures for me to identify. The fact is, I was at it so long I overcooked the potatoes – but nae bother, I like them tinged a little brown around the edges.

Gorgeous tasting this one was!
I was sat in the second-hand shop-bought, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly-beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner, feasting on this wonderfully flavoured fodder; when, in came Carer Jozef. He was soon off, with no night bag to change and no medications to give – they have still not arrived yet!

Finished off the nosh, washed things up and settled to watch a Jonathan Creek episode on the TV.
But it was not to be...
Zzz!

INCHIE: Wednesday 22nd March 2023

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This is for January 2003

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Computer Problems again today…
It makes me want to run away,
I am in utter bemusement and dismay…
Baffling errors and inarticulacy…
Is Doreen’s Dementia getting at me?
Or is it my ignorance and fatuity?
I’m drained; I’ve no willpower or tenacity...
Oh, for some peace and simplicity!.

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On waking up. A positive bad ‘7’ level, methinks!
And the outflowing wee-wee really stinks!
Emptying it, I had a Dizzy, & pain in the knee joints,
The voices in my head… all ginks!

The morning view… was rather blue

I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart.
I thought it would be a good idea to drink more fluid,
other than tea. I tempted myself to try the no-alcohol
Bud drink. I wish I’d got more in now, it was very nice!

Went to get the ablutions sorted out. It took a while! During
this, I had three decent shaving cuts, dropped a razor three
times, and utilised the Porcelain Throne three times!
Damned messy evacuations they were, as well!

Got the dressing gown and a shirt top on and hobbled into the
kitchenette. With no tablets got yet from the chemist, or delivered,
were coming on again.

Made a brew of Glengettie.
Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.

Carer Kara ♥ had a go at the computer problems for me.
I kept finding new ones after the gal had gone.
Spent far too many hours struggling with the issues.
None solved as such, but somehow or other, I’ve got
it going, although with difficulty and new problems.
In a pickle with this!

Got some great photographs of the odd afternoon clouds
with the Sun suddenly getting through.
Pareidolia’s delight!
What was the mouse? Has a map on it seconds later?
Fantastic wider shot!
A close-up of the sun.

Carer Sam then Kara called ♥

Another horrendously messy Porcelain Throne session.
These Loperamides are not as good as the Pharma ones
were at helping stop the liquid evacuations.

Mistakes computing, a long, long mind-blank, and seemed as if I had just woken up – but had not been sleeping? Erm...

Carer Joseph arrived. And after he’s departed, I~ sat down and did
nod off this time. Woke to see these beauties in the sky…

More Pareidolia’s delight!
Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster…
Can you see this? Or is it just me?
A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe!
An eagle above?
The Eagle cloud close-up!
It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?

Gave up making errors and mistakes and getting all frustrated
doing this blog. Only got a little done anyway. Have to finish it
in the morning. And got the potatoes in the oven and seasoned the veg in the veg in a saucepan. Getting tired but hungry…

acci-whoopI burnt the same spot on the hand as I did last week, taking the tray of spuds out of the oven.

Nice meal!
Made too much again. (I often do that?)

Very bad today.

TTFN.

INCHIE: Sunday 26th March 2023

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Good news from the man who has just cut the Lincoln CPSO’s number by over 40%, the Nottingham Police Budget by 29%, and Huddersfield by 29%
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What a rotten, boring, painful, disheartening, depressing… but most all thoroughly confusing day for the old chap (me).
I was hairy-fairy, out-of-it-minded for most of the day. Confused… so mind numb, and forever different things were playing on my mind, worries over the great stack of letters I’ve accumulated waiting for help with them… then the computer problems; the medical situation – Two tablets ran out of, no delivery of the prescriptions or Catheter night bags for two weeks… Then fretting over the water in the wet room not running – the WD tank not refilling… well, it was, but it took 16 minutes to fill this morning, and no water was available from the tap in the sink while the tank filled, then it was barely trickled coming out… Having to fetch water in a bowl from the kitchen to clear the evacuated product and refill the tank. Anne Gyna giving more jip than ever before. I think I must have OD’d on painkillers. No nurses called, District, DVT or phlebotomy Warfarin tests for weeks now! Not wanting to eat, and that’s not me. I think I’ve had enough.

However, the urine was a much better colour today and flowed heavily at times into the Catheter bag. Sorry, but it’s been a mind-baffling day. So only boring catheter photos, mostly. The Mind-Blanks were so regular even I was aware of them after each one (I think), within seconds of returning to my condition of semi-consciousness and awareness. My attention, concentration and brain were all over the place. It does not make much sense even to me. I started so many things and veered of into others – nothing solved, of course, just got myself more frustrated about things.

Sister Jane rang me in one of my ‘dour’ moments. It was a little hard to hear what she said at times, but we did manage a little gossip about the past. I really enjoyed that. Bless her cotton socks. I do miss a good natter! Well, I miss a lot of things as well. Getting dressed and going out, health, having a belly that is not filled and bloated. A brain that worked. The ability to walk and run, especially my hobbles through the tree copse, I enjoyed nearly every day. Having hearing and eyesight. Not having PN… Sorry, I’ll shut up about my struggle now.

Of course, the brain may not, but the self-pity periods will no doubt come again. Likely when (If) I can get my head down, and either Anne Gyna or Colin Cramps – sometimes both over the last four nights, keep waking me up from my… erm, what’s it called… Ah, sleep! Then start shoving the Codeines down my throat in desperation and hope of killing the pain enough to get some rest. Even then, occasionally, the brain can be hyperactive; that’s as bad a sleep depriver as the pains. I do need help.

I can see the future headlines; “Man jumps from 12th-floor flat & lives!”

Just my rotten luck! Hehehe!

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Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?

Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.

Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.

Murky!

Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!

The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?

Aha, an hour later, much better!

The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72,  Woodthorpe Court.

TTFN

INCHIE: Tuesday 28th March 2023

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Not much memory in the grey cells of today.
Very late on Tuesday morning, before I wrote this,
Only the above had been done on this blog.
I believe I was in such pain, and with little concentration
power left, I had an early meal (found photo) and
. Being woken by my Caring
Carer, Jodie. Who mentioned how tired I looked.
Sorry that there’s not much to read or view this time.
Still no night bags or medications have arrived.

So the constant pains continue, that much I do know.
spent about ten hours in the recliner. Waking up to stabbing
pains every now and then and have to empty the small
day bag regularly. But as for getting up and carrying on
doing the blog, it was impossible; my mind and in-pain
body refused me permission. Tsk!

The Carers are aware of my being without many medications
& bags but cannot encourage the chemist to supply
them? The same with whoever it is that they order the night bags from.
No contact about it from them, but Carers Sam, Carolynne,
and Jodie say they have rung Carrington Pharmacy about it.
Apart from ram-raiding the shop, what else can they do! Hehehe!

I’ll have to make today’s short as well. It’s taking so much more time
to do this blog, with the eyes fading and so many mistakes to correct.
That’s if I ever get it at all. Time… or lack of it, to get things done
is enough to worry over without not getting my medications and
thus adding constant pains  (, and
, Having tumbles via added to the list. I’ve never been so miserable before as what I am now.
It’s the hopelessness and inability to do anything about problems.
, has reduced me to an incompetent,
fearful wimp. Who knows this but is restrained from correcting, or even facing, tackling any of my everyday worries.
Gawd, I’ve just read this – Did I write it?

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Ankle ulcers have lost their glow.

The Iceland Delivery arrived.
Some treats for the gals.
Got the fridge loaded up.

Then it was the Asda order that came.

Pleased to report that Asda has some Sourdough rolls in stock.

Bit of a cock-up with the tray of vegetables. (Fancy that?)
I thought I’d ordered a potato & leek mix. But, no!
This one had continental vegetables, which included three on my Do-Not-Eat list from the hospital. Also, it had chinks of capsicums in it. I’ll hand this to one of the gals tomorrow. (I gave it to Denise in the morning)

Selection includes the rather tasty cartons of vanilla-flavoured milk.

Now the fridge is really stocked up!

Intercom on in the mini-hallway.

Potato & Vegetable soup. With imitation minced lamb.
I added potato chunks, that I’d cooked in the oven… again, well-cooked. I Fell asleep for an hour – which in itself was something of a miracle for the last few days; sleeping for 60 minutes is the record for the last week!
rudely woke me up. Which I was for once glad of! I membered the soup on the loan, and the potatoes in the oven were cooking!

In a bit of a panic, I almost fell out of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in my haste to check in the kitchenette for any signs of fire or burnt to cinders food.
All was well even after an hour! The potatoes were just as I liked them, brown on the outside, tough skins and, like me, soft-centred! Hehe!

Evening all!
Oh, no… It’s tomorrow afternoon now!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 18th March 2023

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The bladder seems to still have its infection,
So for me, this means a painful erection…
Fear not; my last one was during the 1962 election,
Today the Whoopsies, Accifauxpas… botheration!
A quagmire of questions and quandaries,
Most of them were beyond my comprehension,
Carer Jo-Anne helped me with her suggestion…
To solve the problem of leaking Catheterisation!
We used bag-sealing wires for the prevention…
The pee filled my slipper on more than one occasion!
The loose valve was causing non-stop urination…
We tried another pouch; it was a duplication…
We found time and spirit for shared cachinnation…
At first unaware of urine escaping…
I went into the kitchen, with the wee-wee dripping…
Slipped on the wetness, tumbled, causing a contusion…
Jo-Anne arrived to see my confusion,
She asked me, “Whatever are you doing?”
She soon found there was a temporary solution.

Course it fell off when she’d gone, more pollution!
Did the carpet with an air spray & Dettol solution,
Moped the kitchen floor, forever cleaning!
Then got a letter from the Medical institution!

From the Consultant Surgeon, Urological…
Seems I may need a permanent catheter to widdle,
The best option would be a bladder reconstruction (Neobladder).
But not for me; too old & I’ve had bladder cancer,
Being on Warfarin makes the op too big a chancer,
So, for me, it’ll be a permanent Catheter,
Looked it up on the web; the result was not at all festal!
Messy, a hole in my stomach for the tube…expediential…
If I had to choose, I’ll be in a fuddle…
Not much gets me feeling frantical…
The options put me ferhoodled…
Dementia Doreen means I’m not really docible,
Making decisions, I’m not notable…
Still, my concerns are only ephemeral…
I’ll let others decide; someone reputable,
I’ll just be culpable and covenantal.

QUICK RECORD OF THE DAY
Moped up the escaped from the Catheter Pouch Wee-wee, used the speed-mop twice, and a lot of Dettol!

The fifteenth dollops of kitchen towels used on where the urine had trickled for an hour, without my realising it. Tut!

The waste bags with the slippers, socks and used kitchen towels well wrapped up and sealed, awaiting removal.

Much better colour in the next emptying of the pouch.
Possible something to do with it having been left running for an hour or so?

Bootiful lunchtime clouds!

Car park below from the kitchenette.
With a now clean unsmelly floor!

Afternoon views
Pareidoliaing clouds.

Nearest they came to sunset photos…
Pareidoliaing again…
Pareidoliaing, a shark or whale in the depths?

Pareidoliaing: Eyes, nose & mouth of what, though?
Pareidoliaing? Erm…
A not-red Red Dwarf view? Hehe!
The Sun’s last effort to burst through again
Toodle-pips!

A terrible photo of the simple meal.
Tomatoes with basil, sea salt & oregano.
Some (Many) vegan mini sausages…
A coup[le of bread rolls to help soak it up.
In the morning, after eating this load of nosh,
I woke to find about five empty crisp packets in the bin!
Guilt, shame and mystery as to how I did this and not remember?

Wishing You All Veritable Fortunes!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 11th March 2023

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Heck of a shock here today! The NHS input site advised me to ring NHS 111 starlight away, So I did!
But they were too busy and told me to visit the NHS 111 site. So, I did.
An hour later, I filled in the questions asked & guessed at the choices made.
Sent it off and was told someone would contact me later. They are very busy, and this may take some time, be patient. So, I did!
I went to make a brew, and the telephone rang – I was surprised I heard it in the kitchen, but, there you are, I did.
Answered many questions and had to guess at a few. The nurse had an accent, and the kine was not good, so it took a time to review all the needed details. Ultimately, she decided that the SYSs 128, and 119, with respective DIAs 57 and 59, were okay? This despite the NHS monitoring site telling me it was Too Low and to ring 111?
Don’t feel too confident about this. But then again, it’s unsurprising; they are the lowest readings I’ve ever had?

Well, the lowest B~P readings ever, advised to ring 111 – told to go online, spent ages sorting required details. Told it was okay. And earlier, this above when I woketh up. Similar farces these two. If the blood in the wee is level 6 or 7, I’m supposed to ring 111 – Ha!

I was woken up (Didn’t get settled until around 04:00hrs) and was woken by the arrival of Carer Sam. I was half out of it, having just been stirred reluctantly back to life. Think we had a chinwag, and Sam took the washing nada waste bag on her way out. Thank you.

Porcelain Throne visited, cleaned up the kitchen, dropped the milk bottle, and stubbed my toes again. The brain was not too interested in being creative and went on strike a few times when I got nothing done whatsoever; just seemed to sit here thinking but not knowing why or what of?

The yes were still bad, and concentration as well.
Dizzy Dennis, The Kathleen Catheter tube, and Anne Gyna all gave me bother of some sort. I really was only half here for many hours. Scary!  Sort of light-headed, I suppose… mind you, I still am now seven hours later.

Lost the camera but found it a few hours later, hidden in front of me to the right of the computer – How the hell did I miss that?

Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down.
I made a brew and fell asleep for a while…
A while? Four bloody hours!

Carer Jo-Anne arrived; I was still a bit vague about things.
After the gal left… Ah, it was Jo-Anne I think that tool the washing? I could be wrong; of course, it has been known.

No sunset tonight. Boo!

Found the camera.
Lost the eye drops.
Sadly no chance of any sunset tonight… Sob!

Took early evening shots.

A couple of hours late, these…

Very little snow left now

Then got the soup and put the potatoes and soya bits in with it,
then the seasoning. But could not find the mint sauce?
Are a lot of things disappearing today?

Looking okay to me.

Blogging for another hour or two.
Got about ten minutes’ worth of work done, Huh!

Carer Ayowoke arrived. The first time I’d seen him. Nice lad. He gave me a roster for next week, no Carer Richard in it! I asked if he knew anything about Richard, but he did not know him.

Did some more effort on this blog, but I still can’t get my head around the
NHS telling me to ring NHS 111, and then eventually, telling me to log onto the web with NHS 111. After having to log in all my details, telling me
that the Blood Pressure figures were okay?

I got the nosh on and served up.
Another part-canned meal.
A can of Asda Chunky Lamb & Vegetable soup.
Couldn’t find the mint sauce to add to it,
I think maybe it may have gone out of date? (Spit!)
Added vegetable stock and some Pertranic,
Cooked & sliced potatoes, just one finger knick!.
Soy bacon thingies added; the final bit…
Wholemeal rolls for me to dunk and dip!
And soon, I’d demolished it!
Eating every morsel and bit!
Flavour Rating: 705/10.

The late Carer was Carole-Anne.
Still no .
We had a mini natter & laugh. Refreshing!

acci-whoopI woke up as my ginormously flabby body hit the floor!
Landing conveniently on my bottom, but rather, unfortunately, the burst open .
It was the mess of sorting things out that got to me rather than the bleeding itself. Handily, it was almost easy to get me back up on my bloated feet and legs… The first job was to check .
I placed some paper towels inside the Protection Pants first, then looked over the pouch, grippers and tubing. All seems to be still attached.

Off to the wet room, giving the door frame a mini shoulder-charge as I went in. That hurt more than anything else did. Hehehe! I didn’t fret about this being half asleep; I expected that ,   and would cause me some problems.
Even joined in with an . Only a little one, but enough for me to knock the Germoloid, Daktacort and Savlon creams off of the floor cabinet. Then after the haemorrhoids were treated… the always ‘Painful-Job’ of Cleaning up and ointmentationing !

 After a multitude of Argh! – Ouches, curse words and loathings, and a moment of ‘Why Me Mate’ emotions, it was done.

REFLECTIONS

I was amazingly calm and physiological about things… at least, I think I was? That’s probably not the word I should have used?
It could have been a sign of my acceptance of the circumstances or my rotten luck?
I may have been sick to the back teeth (mind you, there’s only one of them left in the mouth now) of hearing myself moan and whining on about my inabilities, ailments, frustrations, Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, eyesight, hearing, Cathy Catheter pains, shortage of pouches, and the seemingly never-ending Bladder-Infection. Being bald, overweight, Duodenal Donald, Little Inches Phimosis and fungal lesion, Peripheral Neuropathy, having two strokes, being shot twice, scared shit of going in water.
Now, there’s the , and the 80 40 0 lurgy. The palpitating of the mechanical ticker. The almost persistent No help attainable for things like the computer and letters that are either too small or complicated for me to hear, see or understand? This will, I assume, be due to the attention gleaned of…
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But I don’t complain…
Hahaha!

INCHIE TODAY: Friday 10th March 2023

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No night bags all week, so I have had to empty the day bag overnight a few times. Hey-Ho! Then off to the most popular room in the flat, the room. Another battle is to encourage the evacuation product to evacuate. Haha!

The carer arrived, got the medications sorted and had a little chinwag.
Then… back to typo the again.
on the way back to the , with still in command.

Got some Apache potatoes in the crock-pot after removing the growth shoots, of which there were dozens of.

AGAIN!
Getting fed up with this.
Surely thinks, being so solid as they are, you’d expect
the visits to be less often, not more?

Made a mug of Glengettie… and took these snaps below.

I enjoyed watching the man and his tail-wagging dog.

Got on the computer…
What was going right… well, nothing was real.
Memory blanks for words and happenings. Distractions via the agony of the  tube in poor little Inchies!!! I think this may be due tri the lack of night pouches. The nurse did say it was important to put the night bag on as it gives the day bag a chance to flow, getting rid of the infection as it did so. That makes seance to me, but no bags have arrived yet.  They certainly won’t arrive at the weekend, so the stinging pains look to be contended with a little longer. Then the pain from the evacuating product causes more bleeding from