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Having got to kip so late last night, I resisted getting up every time the jumping awake occurred… but when I needed to get up… Zzzz!
Thus, it was gone at 07:00hrs when I rose, and that was reluctantly. The first thing needed was to take off the 
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Which was containing some urine that looked like there might be some blood in it, judging by the colour. However, my having protanopia (Colour-Blindness to reds), you can decide for me, please.
Then I detached the , and emptied and packed it up for disposal. And the need for the 
arose. So, I meandered to the wet room.
I found a spoon used last night in the dressing gown pocket. How and why it was in there… I don’t know. But it was. An uncomfortably messy, Trotsky Terence-controlled, gooey splattery session again. still, cleaning it up was not as painful as usual.
I went into the kitchenette and got the kettle on.
Taking this photo while waiting for the kettle to boil. Before it did, I had to nip back again for more activities.
, 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?
The Ocado order I believed I’d slotted for next Tuesday – arrived!
I am!
I got a call from Meridian’s Tina, asking me to ask if the Urology nurse arrived for her to call Tina. I said I would, and I noted it on the pad.
But it was a treat that I will still eat!
Hahaha!
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I’m so glad I emptied the part filled 
now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.
The Urology Nurse arrived.
I told her of the terrible pains and bleeding I was having from Little Inchie. She took a look and was surprised at the amount of blood and puss. She set about cleaning it up. Then adjusted the tubing and clips on the 
for me. Ah, so much less painful now! I thanked her.
I assumed she had brought some new s for me. She reminded me to keep drinking and then ran Tina. Who came up to talk to the nurse. I could not hear what they were speaking about, though. But I assumed it was about the supply of the bags.
The nurse departed with my thanks.
Tina made me a mug of tea. Then she departed with my thanks.
I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.
As the night began to fall…
I took this photo.
arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.
Back on the computing lark.
I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
I think they were from Jenny. I must ring to thank her.
Arrived, theoretically, to attach the to the 
… But she discovered that we had no night pouches that we could use!!! 
I had no choice other than accept it and stay up awake all night. I believe there is no way the day bag is big enough to cope with all the night wee-weeing without bursting.
Can I stay awake, though? This is going to be an unwanted stressful struggle I could do without!
Can I ever be free of worries?
I suppose not?
Evening night shot from the kitchen window.
With staying up late, I’d lost any sense of time.
And thoughtlessly rang Jenny to thank her for the tablets she’s kindly posted through the letterbox for me earlier.
♫ Food, Glorious Food! ♫
Worra meal!
Taste rating: 8/10
In mu efforts to stay awake and monitor the tiny day bag, I made many pots of tea, nibbled an unhealthy amount of Cheesy Curls and Vinegar flavoured Quavers, and even sat on the end of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, so if I did nod off, hate jolt of slipping off the chair should wake me. It didn’t work!
I fell asleep; I’d estimate at 04:00hrs.
Woke up at 06:00hrs, and I had to empty the tiny catheter bag.
Another day of cock-ups, got through!
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Messy kitchen.
Messy kitchen with the light switched on.
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called, the catheter day bag, after being emptied half an hour before, was at bursting point! It’s getting that red tinge to it again it. 
Yet three hours later, this is all it had amassed?
We’ll see?
As I settled to get the early meal, having abandoned blogging.
. I got the packaging from the waste bin and used the magnifying glass to find and see the use-by date… Ahem! 
: Dropped the olive oil bottle, didn’t break, but me took ages to clear it up, and then 
started!
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attacks! I was also free of 
routines! 
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only toyed with me for a minute or two. And 
‘s visit was the shortest ever! No shower power box head-butting, and NO TUMBLES!
Arrived as I was finishing getting dressed and preparing things to take with me to the doctor’s visit. He got the medications given to me and 
to use attached the day pouch. Adjusting the loose straps for me. Bless him!
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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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But the wee-weeing was betterer, more of it!
Morning view.
The front room searched for the missing Nokia.
Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening his grip on the evacuationing… had time to have a go at the crossword.
Stripped and got a stand-up wash and shave.
Later, view after the ablutioning, medicationing and dressing.
Computer on, Email from Iceland.
I love those mini roast potatoes. But with them coming so early, had to open the packs and put them in lose to get them in the freezer. Not only that but to get the cheesy potato special offer ready-made meals in, I had to dish some of the stuff already in the freezer to make room!
At least the wee-wee was, I thought, flowing much better.
Oh, Boy! It was delicious! The best ready-made tasting meal I’ve ever had!
Oh, the bag is full again.
Sunset through the balcony window!
Blimey, that filled up quick!
Mystery Photo
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Beautiful view – horrible photo
Not much in the 
Off to wet to dispose of the accumulated urine
I broke the tube off of the connector.
done.
The 
Abolitionising has been done, and I got on with the medicationalisationings.
Finally, I got dressed.
Proper frosty out there now.
arrived. Looking a little unwell to me. A bit worried about him this morning. Not that it stopped him from doing his usual comprehensive welfare checks on me. I showed him the tube that came off of the night bag. Within minutes it was replaced. I told Richard of the appointment with the Medical Monitor at the doctor’s surgery on the 2nd, and a temporary 
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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stabbing pains were far less often than they had been for weeks. Fingers Crossed!
I must 
though! 
He’s rarely wrong, Humph!
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started. During the hour and a half, it took to get them done, I had to visit the 
Finished off the task at hand. 
The recently emptied day catheter pouch was filling up already, and I’d not had anything to drink yet. 
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I’m going to rush now, or the Carer will come while I’m eating again. Throughout the morning, I tried to get through to Easy-Link, but no chance. 
That’ll do me!
The Fog!
Catheter
A photo I took in 3-d mode on the Lumix.
Teatime view (I think it was)
I seemed to have a spurt of success in passing
Afternoon car park.
At about 20:00hrs, the day bag was filled again.
Anti-Parole Boarders Snippet?
Anti-Crime Snippets?
Anti-Crime Snippets?
Anti-Crime Snippets?
Anti-Crime Snippets?
Anti-Crime Snippets?
My Postcode Crimes 2022, I think.
Oh, dearie me!
Total Waffle!
GP, in two days?
Doreen Dementia Ode
Inchies Most Hated – Parole Boarder Ode
Inchies Sad but True Ode
Inchies bit of this and some of that…
We end with Inchies most hated group of murderers ODE!
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I’d forgotten to check the catheter bag.
Evening shot?
Car Park. ‘Oh, a space?’
A not-very-good-looking nosh was enjoyed, all the same.
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I stirred. Past wind and then blood from 
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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 
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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! Well, why not?
, things could be better!
TTFNski!
Deaf with Dementia?
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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