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INCHIE TODAY: Sunday, 5th March 2023 – Latest News Snippets

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A bad day for the “Out-Of-It” spells.
“Mind Blanks” & “Self-Loathing. I made up ten templates in advance today… A bad mistake. Cost me most of the day. But I kept mind-wandering off to do other things, without a care in the world for while I was doing them… Afterwards, catching up and getting to where I was before my meanderings just cost me more time. As if things don’t take long enough to get done nowadays? I’d have missed the first proper sunset we’ve had for days if it wasn’t for Carer Carolynne arriving. She helped me take some photos. As usual, I got carried away and took far too many for far too long. By the time I’d returned to the computer, I’d acquired an empty mind of magnificent incapability. What was I doing? Ah, well, I’ll do my best. I’m only just starting this blog, and it is already 22:30hrs!

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Bloody heck! Well, in the pouch!.

Guess who burnt his already burned knuckle?

Carer Sam and Carollyne had been and gone.
I got on with the template-making again.
It only took me about nine hours to get them done.

I got some soup in the saucepan and added some
imitation bacon bits, liquid smoke, salt and vinegar to the
vegetables, and added a can of peas. Lovingly stirred it
all together, but I got summoned again to the beloved
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a battle to force an evacuation. Like cement! The soup got burnt!

I had a pot of Chinese rice.
It was very nice.

The next few hours are nothing more than scraps of memory.
I don’t recall anyone calling on me, but think they did.
I found the hot tap running and now have no water to wash and shave with. No way am I going to try using saucepans and kettles in the state I’m in… at least, I think I was. I must see the nurse about these bouts of, as I call them, being “Out-of-it!” Anything could happen. It might have?

Carer Carolynne arrived for her last call. This is when I realised we had got a sunset going on in the night sky. I got the Fuji, and the Carer took some photos on her mobile phone of the magnificent view on offer. After she sorted the medications and took the bags out for me, I stayed taking photos for about an hour as the reluctant-to-leave-us sun fought to stay in view. Marvellous! IK think I’ve got them in order as taken.

First batch.

Second batch…

Third effort – Getting good now!

Apparently, calming down?

Leaving?

Fare thee well!

Hello! Is she trying to make a comeback?

Took some close-ups here...

I went to empty out the day pouch again, disinfected and cleaned the bucket, and back into the kitchen for a brew…
Blimey, she was still giving it a go!
Wonderful!

I really enjoyed taking them shots!

Carer Richard arrived – he was not happy.
We were out of night catheter bags.
So that’s why the others didn’t attach them
to the day bag for the last three nights.
No one has done anything about it.
The lad was really annoyed and was fed-up.
Which upset me in a way; I hate to see.
Richard upset. Poor lad. He didn’t stay long,
he was not in the mood for a natter.

And he didn’t call on Monday morning either.
Hope he’s alright.

A decent nosh made. Nowt to get excited about.
Guess what it was? Hehe! Flavour Rating 6.8/10.

But the vegan ice cream for afters was brilliant!

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INCHIE TODAY: Friday 17th March 2023

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Introductory Waffle

I rose, then went to empty the catheter’s wee-wee…
Stubbed my toe and muttered, “I see!”…
That is how the day’s going to be?
Walked into the door-frame, reacting huffishly!
Dropped the bucket when emptying the pee…
I swore and cursed somewhat lavishly!
Then to the Porcelain Throne, the lavatory…
The evacuation was loose and all gooey…
By Gawd, it was so sickeningly stinky!
The bank rang; rather demandingly…
Their questionnaire I’d not filled in, apparently?
She had a sweet voice, so I replied droolingly…
“Fret not; it’ll be done; you can rely on me!”
First I must ring about my upcoming urinoscopy,
She rang off, a little curtly…
I couldn’t find the bank’s letter, annoyingly…
Doreen Dementia many times presented tortuosity…
Not physically, of course, but mentally…
So I had a few hours of lost logicality…
But that’s nothing new nowadays to me.
£25 to get my toes cut, this time bloodlessly!
My brain and body often lost synergy…
Tested my patience and mental energy…
I’m not sure what that means exactly?
Concentrating brought on somnifacientity,
I fell asleep at the computer… became worry-free…
I dreamed I’d acquired knowledge & sagacity.
But it was part of life’s misleading sophistry.
I moan, and I groan… such is my sad proclivity!

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Friday 17th March… That rings a bell.
Ah, Yes... St Patrick’s Day!

Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That!
Not good, is it?

Lovely blue hue to the morning view!

Aha, Lord Sainsbury’s delivery, you see…
Baked beans, Four bean soup, Gravy, mint sauce, mixed vegetables, chopped tomatoes with basil & oregano, porridge, and baking soda.
Fresh Kenyan garden peas, Cheese & onion pie.
Tomatoes and Parmentier potatoes.
All stored away, with the cleaning stuff.

Aha, the wee-wee looks better.

Bootiful clouds.

Then it was off to the toe & nail-cutting gal at the
hairdressing salon in Winwood Court.

Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…

A look at the notice board…

Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage.
Called on Warden Deana with some nibbles.

Then into the hairdressing salon.
To get the toenails cut. Paid the £25,
and handed out some drinkies.
I departed, and along the passage
back to the Woodthorpe Court, I
realised I’d missed a lady off of the treats.
So hobbled back and gave her a choice.

Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble…
But did trap my hand in the door.
Not to fret, though. It was the right hand.
So hardly any pain was felt. Course, I may
feel it later. Peripheral Pete does that
sometimes, with a delayed reaction.

During the course of the day, I had visits from the following Carers;
Josie, Carer Josef (3), Carer Sam and… No, I think that’s up to now.

Visited it only three times!

Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down again.
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Another good emptying colour here.

Then I took some sunset-less photographs of the evening sky over the next ten or twenty minutes.

An eerie side to this one.

Each one was worthy of some pareidoliaing!

Amazing!

The ultimate pareidolia one!!!

Oh, a break in the clouds!

Going to get some cooking done now.
Back in the morning…

I’m back!
Imitation lamb hotpot. Added some lamb, mint gravy, and too many potatoes from the oven, and I got stuck into it.

Flavour rating: 702/10.

Carer Josef arrived. Medications sorted.

Zzz!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 4th March 2023

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Can life really be so confusing?
Baffling, grinding and bemusing?
Painful at times, but what the hell…
It’d Doreen Dementia I’ve got to quell…
The brain is ever battered and bruising,
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Blood in the night pouch.

I tried so hard to make these photos clear. But, no!

Straight down on the bottom field.

To the right, a smidgeon…

To the left, a little smidgeon.

Then into the maze of houses opposite.

Oh, good colour this time on emptying.

I got an email telling me that the Amazon order had been delivered!

My two boxes & other deliveries for 3 other
flats in the block, Consisting of six packages,
were left in the ground floor lobby.
I got my dressing gown on, emptied the part full day bag, grabbed the 3-wheeler walker trolley, and set off down to the lobby. When I saw the stack of parcels on the table, my heart sank. This is the second time this week that items have been left to be stolen from the lobby area. Last time, I was not in good health, and two ladies helped me up to the flat with the items. This time, I was in better Physical Health. Not necessarily mental health. If I recall, the flats’ destinations were the 4th, 9th and 11th floors.

I got up to the first flat, and no one was in. So I left the parcel near the front door of the apartment. Then up in the elevator to the 4th floor and handed the man his parcels.  Up to the 11th, and gave the lady her parcel, then I made my way back to my flat, got inside and hate kettle on…

But… acci-whoop –

As you can see above, I started to open my parcels and took out the contents of the split one… Ladies thingies! I got the spy-glass and realised it was for the lady on the 11th floor – I’d misread the label.

I grabbed Wally the 3-Wheeled Walker, exited the flat, and got back down to the 11th floor and apologised for opening it, and handed it to the lady. Who was alright about it.

Back to the flat, and opened what was my delivery. Tsk!

Food seasonings! Which were used later in the making of, well, potato & veg soup, I suppose. Then, I tried to catch the end of a film #I was watching when Amazon emailed me to lie about the delivery being done.

A proper good enjoyable oldie it was too. Peter (overacting) Cushion, Doug McClure – pure take-yourself-out-of-yourself stuff!
At The Earths Core
1978: Terrible acting, scenery, and special effects…
I Love IT!
Shame that the DVD does not have any subtitles.
Else I’d have bought a copy.
Brilliant entertainment. Go with it to enjoy it!
Anyway, thanks to Amazon, I missed it!

I also missed the sunsetting. Humph!
Still, I took these later on… of the dank dark night…

I got the veg soup seasoned, simmered and served up.

Flavour rating: 9.2/10.

Emptied the day pouch in readiness for the night pouch to be fitted. But it wasn’t… I forgot all about it.

Heckithump! Blood in the urine again!

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INCHIE TODAY: Friday 3rd March 2023

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The night bag this morning. 5-6 on colour patch.

Blimus! This is the day pouch an hour or so later.
Full and bloody – or bloody full. Hehehe!

Two more hours later, this!.

Carers table.

Bad photo of right foot.
But it is better than yesterday.

Evening shot of the sky.

Evening shot of the sky, slightly lower.

Down a bit more…

Down to the car park.

Now you may be wondering where all the details
and other photographs are?. So am I!
I remember having problems with the computer last night. Seriously disconcerting. It was so bad that I had to force close the computer and reboot it again. I think as this was done, It was Carer Jozef that arrived, and I moaned and groaned at my luck a little. Sorry, mate.
Worse was to come!
I’d lost six hours of CorelDraw work. The Ode, photographs, header cartoon graphics, and what was saved were virtually too hard to find, as they seemed to have been saved all over the hard and external storage… I was furious!
But defeated. I turned off the computer, hoping to sort it all out in the morning. Then took the evening shots above and got the stew made.

Well, not stew, more a can of soup, to which I added a mass of soy imitation bacon bits and a load of baked mini-cubes of potatoes.
Along with the traditional for me, tomato passata, liquid smoke, BBQ sauce and salt and vinegar.
Despite my so low mood, I enjoyed it.
Flavour Rating: 7.8/10.

Worran ‘orrible day!

INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 2nd March 2023 – New & Old Odes

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Aha, right leg for less swollen this morning.

Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying

Social event notification.

Early evening.
No sunset as such, but…
I captured these two close-ups.

A man shouted at the panel…
DELIVERY!
I opened the foyer lock door…
Then as I made my way to the door, I
spotted the Amazon van pulling away…

GCscowl B
Crap! He’s left the stuff down in the foyer, I bet!
No choice left other than to go down and find out. Here I go!
Which meant going down in my dressing gown with the catheter on display.
Although at the time, this did not occur to me at all. (thanks, Doreen Dementia!) When I got down, and saw a stack of parcels left on the table near the door, some for me, and number 5 and 42 flats. It was when two ladies returning home came in, and I saw their faces as they looked at me, that I realised I had only got on the dressing gown and slippers!
The kind ladies helped me with the parcels, one of them carrying one for me that would not fit on the three-wheeler walker. ♥ Bless Her! ♥

I’d ordered some giant cans of French Casserole. Citric Acid and vegan Bacon bits… Oh, and BBQ flavouring.
I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer.
Then opened a can of the above meals… Of which five of the six cans had dents of varying degrees in them. Tsk!
I got some potato chunks from the freezer and got them in the oven. Planning to add flavouring to the meal, then add the potatoes.
Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan.
It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…

I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!)
pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, , and torturing, plaguing real-time, and the actual reality that life’s quality is sinking fast. (Shame).
Jozeph issued the medications, and . He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!

Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them.
A bit of good luck there; after so long, surely they should have been just cinders? Is the stove on its way out?
Farewell to Jozeph or Jozef; I wish I could remember to ask him. Hehe!

On with the meal making such as it was. I’d added the tomato passata, basil, liquid smoke and liquid salt & vinegar earlier to let it marinate in the saucepan for a while to get the flavour. I served it on the tray and took a photo of the feast. But, into the ether, it went from the SD card. It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often? I left half of the meal in the saucepan, intending to transfer it to a dish and put it in the fridge to have tomorrow – but changed plans when I went into the kitchen in the morning and found it had gelled together and did not smell too nice. So, I dished it. Huh, all that cost and effort as well! !

It was while eating and enjoying it that I could smell some burning? I returned to the kitchenette to check things. All seemed okay to me?

Back into the front room to have another session with the fodder… then I got a Peripheral Neuropathy delayed reaction; and felt the pain around my knuckles… Yes, I supposed must have burnt myself taking the potatoes out of the oven? This often happens to me. With the nerve ends, neurotransmitters are dying off (Peripheral Neuropathy). Sometimes, the supposedly instant transmissions from the nerve end to the brain get delayed. So literally, the brain did not get the message until much later.

Keepeth Safe!

INCHIE TODAY: Tuesday 28th February 2023

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DOREEN DEMENTIA; WAS SO HEGEMONIC...
She had my mind all over the place; it was most horrific,
Repeating my actions, & dropping things, I had another hat trick!
Peripheral Neuropathy Pete is to blame, too; he’s malefic!
On & off all day, Doreen & Pete were nudnik!
No idea what I was doing at times… I feel sick…
Most ailments are incurable or idiopathic,
But I still do my odeing, though most of it is iambic.
f it as rubbish and pathetic,
This Inchie Today will be mostly photographic…
Memory Blanks, lack of willpower & somnific…
And as of now, I’m mentally borasic!

Bit of blood in the night bag again.

Got some spuds in the crock pot and forgot all about them.

.Shot of the dreary morning later on.

One of many brews of tea that I made.
I split a few and forgot all about the others.
Some left with the tea bag brewing and went cold.
Some near the computer went cold.

Asda delivery.
The kind driver to them into the kitchen for me.
And put them anywhere he could find room.
I appreciated his help.
The Vegan shortbread biscuits were soon demolished! Hehe!.

Items I’d missed.

Waste bags sorted out.
INR DVT Warfarin nurse arrived.
Blood taken. Little natter enjoyed.
By me, anyway…
The next few hours were lost in the ether.
A carer came… she signed the book, so I am right.
Computerisationing, with accompanying problems with
the mouse, my bad eyesight, mistakes galore, and I was
not a happy laddie, methinks. Frustrated!
Noise from the list engineers, but can’t be helped.

was working okay, but a bit of discomfort when the
flow kept stopping occasionally But the colouration
was fine later on.

Afternoon shot, then I lost another couple of hours.
During which, Carer Carole-Anne (I think) arrived
to return the laundry for me.

A couple of hours or so later, I took these shots
the evening view. No sunsetting to shoot – Humph!
As the darkness fell, I took more snaps.
Pleased with the two above and below.
Shot above here…
Ans below of the Citrus Way car park.

Carer Richard arrived later. But I think one came earlier
but the memory blanks obscured things again.

Found this photo of last night’s meal.
I don’t think I put in on yesterdays?

All confused, I may have got Tuesdays and Wednesdays mixed up together?

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 25th February 3023

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Sorry, no text, time, pains or Dementia Doreen.

Things are not good. Cheers!

INCHIE TODAY: Friday 24th February 2023

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HOW LONG CAN THESE HORRID DAYS GO ON?

I woke at about 06:00hrs. The pains in the sole of the right foot were agonising. I tried to stand up, but the pain was so tender I had to sit down again. After a minute or two of ponderisationing, I decided to press the Wristlet Alarm. For I could not even get back up on my feet, let alone get to the Porcelain Throne (I don’t think I need to tell you what happened, very embarrassing indeed!) or unlock the front door.
I was having great difficulty hearing what the nice lady in Nottingham City Homes Control on the monitor was saying. This was hurting more than Mystery Rib Pains Petunia, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, or even Catheter Kathleen’s tune had been! It was only about, last a guess, 20 minutes before the Paramedics arrived, and the pains were already reduced to a level-5 rating as they arrived. But walking, or rather hobbling, took me a little longer to tackle. There were three of them, one I think might have been a trainee.

They did the usual ECG Temp etc. But could not even guess what was causing the pain in the foot. The lady had a close look underfoot, declaring that she could see nothing that might be causing the pains? However, they put a pad around the foot that should ease the pressure of standing up.
I just had to go to the Porcelain Throne, which I painfully did.
The pad fell off on my way back to the room.

They asked many questions, many of which I could not answer. The Carer not turning up for the medicationalisationings concerned them. I said they had probably had someone not turn in for work. And they were only about an hour late. Pressure on those at work today, methinks. They came an hour or so later; not their fault, no blame attached.

I told him about the Brain Scan due today and the lack of transport to get there. He assured me that the NHS transport would collect me. The man in charge, wrote a note for the carer to ring the number he’d circled on the QMC letter to ask for a lift for me. During their attendance, one asked me if I usually speak the wrong words. I said others had mentioned it, but I was not aware, pointing out that Dementia Doreen is to blame.

I remember ringing Meridian, but I could not hear properly. I went into a Mind-Blank-Mode for a while. A Carer arrived, Adele, I think. She medicated me. Then, I tried to get the blog for yesterday done…

I seemed in and out all day, mentally. Finally, at about 23:00hrs, the pain in the right foot became bearable… what the heck is it?
Carer Jozef and Carole Anne called. No idea if any others did. The pan had left me terribly confused… which, of course, I always am. But this was more acute in handicapping me.
The day flew by all the same. I’ll get the photos from the camera now and see if any memories ate prompted. I think they will be in order… Huh!

The day is now a blur to me. (Saturday A.M.)
The level of pain from the Mystery-Underfoot-Pain varied throughout the day, I think. From bad to chronic, Tsk! Yet some bits I recall in detail, others not at all, or vaguely. Then again, maybe I just think I remember? But do I? I sense I was laughing and joking with some Carers? But was I?
I’ve had a painful lump or bruise on my neck this morning. Mayhap, I had a tumble or walked into something. But did I?
I’ll get the photographs from the SD card and see if they help. I can recall the sunset being stronger… I think. I’ll get them loaded and onto CorelDraw to sort out and post here.
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Woke in agony with the right foot underfoot pains.
Pressed the wristlet alarm when I realised it was too painful to stand up, let alone hobble around. Controller called the paramedics. Three arrived. (See above, please) Man left a note for Carers in their log book. Asking them to ring the QMC to try to book a lift to the Brain Scan job.
The District Nurse, or the Warfarin DVT nurse, or both (I think) arrived. O~ne rang the QMC for me, but I could not get through. She rang their main switchboard, and they tried but could not get through, (Leave a message each time). The lady will ring back as soon as she knows.
She did ring back. No lift was available, so she cancelled the appointment and rearranged it for March.
I got through to Easy-Link, and the kind lady accepted the booking for Wednesday, 15th March, at 13:15hrs for the brain scan. Bless her!
I was not in a good state, panic-wise and mentally, by then.
I thought it would be a good idea to let the Carers know that I am not going out this morning. So they do not get confused like what I am. Haha!
As I dialled Meridian, I suffered a Stuttering Stephanie Attack, and Dizzy Dennis joined in. I must have been waffling on intelligibly cause I was told I was talking rubbish. Which I naturally assumed I was, no doubt about that. I apologised and rang off.
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Feet-Leg

Paramedics notes
View from the computer chair
Hear perfect Urine Colour.

Getting late…
Possible sunset brewing?
Not made it, but beautiful all the same!
Loved this one…

Nightie-night!

Has urine stopped flowing?

Totally Crap Meal Made!
Chips tasteless…
Marmite Cobs stale…
Frankfurter Sausage was tasteless…
Strawberry dessert, horribly over-sweet!
Tomatoes were bitter!
Flavour-Rating 2.2/10

Evening all!

INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 23rd February 2023

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Iceland Delivery

Naughties?

Blimey, it’s brightened!

Morrison Delivery

Chips (Limited to one pack!) and.
non-alcohol brews.

More naughty treats… Tsk!

Made a belated Wednesday nosh.
Not bad, Taste-Rating 6.5/10.

Around 01:00hrs, with a full belly of contentment
I Fell Asleep in The Recliner

Woke to the sound of the door chime ringing out, Announcing the arrival of .

The Sunset could not get through!
How sad!
It did its bestest.
Still, a beautiful view!

At long last, I made a start on this blog proper. Then despite the earlier taken, much-needed, magnificently partly rejuvenating.

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Not so good this time.

Went to clear up the kitchen and espied the part moon showing. Got the Fuji… eventually, after a long search… a painful one with pain under the right foot. And took these two snaps…

A distant shot, and at that, I nearly missed it off of the frame altogether. Not one of betterer photographicalisationing efforts.
Ah, this one’s a little betterer!

Cutting the Warfarin tablets, as the carers are rightly not
permitted to use the bladder cutter.
For my mass of fans and followers… Would you like to guess
which of the following happened? (Only one did).
A: I cut my finger on the blade twice.
B: I dropped a Warfarin strip, then fell off of the chair retrieving them, I had to wait for a carer to arrive to help me back up.
C: I dropped a Warfarin strip, and then I hit my head on the edge of the 1960 cabinet, receiving it!
D: The phone rang, and I knocked nearly everything off of the top, grabbed the phone and dropped that!

Then got down and dropped off to sleep post-haste!

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BONUS ODE FOR WHIPPER SNAPPERS

EVENING, ALL!

INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 22nd February 2023

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Horrific Day
I would have topped myself…
But I didn’t have time. Hehe!

I really cannot remember much about yesterday.
But I’ll try to decipher the notes and use the pictures in hopes of working out the chronological bits I can be prompted on.

Throne, unblocked WC. Something about the cancelled Asda order, no idea what, the writing and eyes are so bad.
Carer Richard called. Did the first BP reading.

And urine colouring. Not good at all

Getting the paperwork together for Friday’s brain scan…found a letter, but it gave the date as Thursday, not Friday? The Warfarin nurse arrived – and did not have time to help me sort out the problem.
The pain, no, agony from Little Inchie was getting worse and worse, as time moved on.
Carer Carolynne arrived, and could see the agony I was going through, and rang the District Nurse for me, they told her someone would call to tend to me. Bless her!! I am confused so am going to have to guess at the timing and names over the next four hours.
The nurse said there was a blockage in the bladder. Squirted something down the tube, and reconnected the pouch. When I mentioned the appointment for the scan having two dates on them, and needing to know which is the one to go to, she kindly rang all the five or six numbers on the letterheads from the QMC, and could not get through to any of them. I’m sure she then rang the QMC switchboard, and they could not get through to them either. The operator said she’d ring me back later. They did; the Carer told me it was for Friday. Of course finding the letter with the Thursday one on, I’d rung Easy-Link to see if they could cancel the Friday one, and move it to Thursday. No! But they will try Thursday to let me know if they have any cancellations.
My head was spinning now.
Got the yesterday’s blog, and didn’t get around to starting this one until about 21:30hrs! The eyes, as usual, were failing and blurred now, by balance was all over the place. And the new pouch was got being pee’d into. What tiny bit was there was bloodied!
Don’t know when or why I took this one above.

Found this one, Richard.

This shows how well-coloured and heavy-flowing the wee had been the first thing.

Then this one is what it is like now…

Another earlier shot.

The yopo two notepads are mine, so you can see why I am making a mess of this blog? The bottom one was what Carer Carolynne wrote to remind me after. Carer Jozeph. Calls from unknown people as well, a con here, methinks was being tried.
Took what I’d hoped would be sunset photos, but the clouds were not playing.

A little later… I did the last wee check…

Then the nearest thing to a sunset…

Carer Richard told him about the horrid day of disasters and asked him not to put the night pouch on tonight.
I been up all night, no sleep.
Fretting, worrying and fed up.

Now suddenly, the wee-wee is flowing again, and the pain has begun to ease after about eight hours of just the odd bloodied trickle.
Oh, dear, it’s a bit bloodied again now.

06:00hrs, I’m going to make a meal.
Well, a pot noodle!

Worked all through the night on this blog.
Fell asleep around 04:00hrs.