Neuropathic Myoclonus

Inchie: Saturday 25th April 2026

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WHAT AN ODD NIGHT
It started when I settled in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, rusty, flea-bitten catheter-tube-trapping recliner, to eat my creative evening meal. Whatever made me try this mixture, I’m not sure. I found a long-life ready meal fallen at the back of the cupboard. Sweet & Sour Vegetables. I tipped that into a microwave dish earlier in the day, and got some peas and a potato cooking in the slow cooker to add to it later. I got the idea to add some Bombay potatoes to it. Mixed it in and left it all to marinate for a few hours. It was delicious! 
Spilling it on my dressing gown was not in the plan! Got cleaned up; the swollen feet were giving me some grief. Got back to finish the feast, and took the tray & dishes to the kitchen to soak overnight. 
Turned the lights out when I put the TV on and started watching some recorded episodes of Heartbeat. Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep and realised the volume was a little high… Could I find the remote control? No! Well, it took me ages. Got up, searched for the torch, and hunted around. On the verge of deciding I’d have to turn the TV off at the power switch, I found it wrapped in the dressing gown I had to take off that I’d dirtied.
Turned down the sound and turned on a Boon recording. Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep.
Could I find the remote control to change the channel? This time, I was certain it had dissolved into the ether. I was on the arm of the £300 second-hand shop purchase in 1966, which was a well-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspiring, and crumb-containing recliner. Now the batteries had gone flat on the torch. I went into the kitchen to get the solar-powered battery, but that had gone AWOL. Back to the main room, for another search, no luck. Then I decided to get the pots washed. During which I knocked a bottle of washing-up liquid off the drainer, it was more lethal than ice skating! An hour later, I’d cleaned up the floor, in a fashion.
Put the light on in the front room for another hunt for the remote control. I found it! I’d put it on the Carers table, that’s within arm’s reach.
TV back on, to see a recorded Heartbeat episode.
Perfectly naturally for me, I fell asleep. Woke with the intentions of switching off the TV… a problem; I could not find the remote control! Never have yet. Turned the TV off at the plug. I realised what time it was in the morning, with all my faffling about. I did a safety check of the flat, taps, lights, stove, cookers, etc., and got my head down.

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Heavenly sleep, I can’t recall waking up at all. But, at 06:25hrs, I burst awake and instantly knew I had to hobble hastily to the Porcelain Throne. As you can see, a bad start to the day. Not the first time, nor, I expect, will it be the last occasion. Humph!

I had a stand-up wash and shave, and did the teggies, then checked on the wetroom cleaning had been done safely.
I got my fresh Kagoule and dressing gown on. Then I Hoovered the hallway. I could wear neither socks, shoes, nor slippers again. This is due to the swollen feet. This also prevented me from going with the Carer to do some shopping. I was looking forward to that, I really was. Tsk!

I got the computer on and found the missing shades and TV remote. Both partway under the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner. Got them out using the long picker-upperer. But, it set off Back-Pain-Brenda.

I was so pleased to see Carer Elaz arrive, an excellent Carer whom I trust, as with Mizra. 
Ejaz gave me the medications, reminded me to take the K & B Vitamins, and carried out a full body check on me. No one has done that since the last time Ejaz did, Monday, I think. It helped me, having just cleared and washed the infected areas. He checked meticulously and barrier-creamed Phorpain Gelled Back-Pain-Brenda, Swollen-Feet-Francis, Factured-Knee-Frank, Lymphorrhea-Leslies-Legs, Swollen-Toes-Titianna, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and all those in need. Made me a mug of tea, and brought me a few bikkies to dunk. Thanks, Ejaz.

I took two photographs from the kitchenette window. The sunshine was getting hotter and brighter as I pictured these scenes.

I got on the computer, and CorelDraw caused some… er… unknown, unexplained faults for me. Had to save, close, and reopen it. Then it wouldn’t let me delete photographs. And Asif’s man has missed the last three times he said he’d call.
He must just be extremely busy, I suppose.

Ejaz returned for the longer shopping call. I felt horrible not being able to go with him and pick out what I fancy from the shops. Huh!
I blame the medical people. Not really! But they knew I had to drink tons, gallons of water to ease the pain from the Catheter flowback, for four days. Now I have water retention in both legs, feet, and all toes!
The agony was getting too much. Then, fortunately, the lesion in my penis started squirting out urine all over me, the carpet and even the computer!
I had to sit here as the urine suddenly flowed, the bag ever filling up, and the squirty leak from the finger lesion spraying everything, with a large mixing bowl between my legs to try to catch little Inchy’s contribution, for hours until a nurse arrived to save the day. Bless her Cotton-Socks. 💟 I know I may have said all this earlier, but what a thing to go through! Gawd knows how I got through it.
Self-Pity now… Sorry. I went off track there, sorry again, back to blessed Ejaz. Painkillers issued. And gave him the shopping list that I wanted him to get for me, handed him some money & off he shot.

Back on the computer and started the Ode of the day. This time, I think I must have hit the wrong keys. I got up a graph of choices to make, each with a warning that this or that will not work if you accept/take this action. Or, you will not be able to edit after taking this option… Not the foggiest idea what it all meant, but there was no close option on the window. Baffled again. I clicked close on the big window and gave it a minute or two, then opened it again. Phew! Back to normal. This prompted thoughts of the Oligarchs to go on the Ode.

Blimus, it’s getting hot here now. Back into the kitchen to take more sky shots.
When I’m sitting down, there is no pain from the swollen feet whatsoever. The moment I move to stand up, or hobble about, they work overtime on their pain onslaught. Hehe!

Ejaz returned with the shopping. The lad was wringing with sweat. 

He had taken the following snaps while out.
To show me what I’d missed. Haha!

Front of Woodthorpe Flats, end of the car park.
On is way out.
Not sure when; Windwood & Winchestrt Courts.
Centre Winwood Court.
Winchester Street Hill.
Up the hill.
Cutting through to the car park, Sherwood.
Mansfield Road
Mansfield Road the other way.
Forists near the Ozan store.
Outside Ozans.
Back at the flats.
Traffic island on Chestnut Way.
Where I am imprisoned,
Voodthorpe Court.
Towards the end of the car park.
The new footpath up the hill.
Wasn’t that kind of him, Ejaz?
Ejaz came up and gave me the nosh he’s bought for me. Three bottles of Soda water, Schweppes.
A classy, grand, costly brand, for me.
Lemon wafers, green tomatoes,
& gigantic potatoes. Hehe!

As Ejaz was ready to go, I felt a sharp pain in my right foot from water retention swelling.
Ejaz had a look and took a photo.
Doesn’t look good at all now.
Not been as painful as this
all day. Mmm?

I got the meal prepped and ready to serve with some beef later tonight.

Carer Ejaz did the late call. Phorpained the right Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, issued medications, and issued a mug of tea and bikkies for me. 👍🏻

A First-Time Long, Active Seizure.
I had a second seizure, that I know of; the first was a mini seizure, the second I believe was a very rare Long Active one. When I came out-of-it to the usual upflux of acid into the throat, mouth, and nose, I was in the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner. My last memory before coming out-of-it was of swearing at CorelDraw as it froze on me… Then, I find myself half-in, half-out of the recliner. I’d taken the bottle of springwater from under the computer with me, and after waiting for my senses to return and getting up on my feet, I spotted that I’d closed down the computer. Why? Had I solved the problem? Had I given up? It really was a blank. I tried to keep calm and even considered calling for help. But it was already too late, gone 22:00 hours. I’d lost two hrs, I reckon.  
Then my swollen feet felt the wet on the carpet!
I tried to recall things, water. But I got no help from Memory Mangling Malcolm in response. I felt that we were both puzzled, bemused. I didn’t panic, but a determination arose witin me to find out what I’d been doing. Apart from hobbling around and spilling water everywhere. 
I got to the computer chair, to find I’d not only torn the last page from the memory pad, but torn it into tiny pieces and thrown them into the waste bin! Next, I saw that the landline phone was out of its cradle, and the ear drops and diabetes pep drink had been knocked over on the desk. 
I then went into the kitchen and found the cold water tap running. Then the bladder backflow hit me from the Catheter tube. Arrgh! seems the most suitable word to use. I guzzled a litre of spring water and part of a litre of soda water straight away. Desperate to avoid the super-agony that I had gone through for the previous days.
Luckily, the pain eased within a minute of drinking the liquids, and the pouch filled rapidly.
Despite still having worries about what else I might have been doing during the seizure. I just had to get back on the computer and check if I’d done something silly, or even fatal, on the machine. Everything was working, but I had not closed down properly. Lost some work on WordPress, but could find nowt else terribly wrong. I closed the computer down, stripped and climbed carefully into bed.


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Inchie: Thursday 23rd April 2026

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So many events, incidents, mistakes, frustrations, deteriorations, irritations, and depressions, brought about by a variety of circumstances, took place this Thursday. But they were rescinded, almost obliterated in memory, by a six-hour-long, absolute pain-ridden farce with the bladder & Catheter. I was so far behind on the blogs that I’ll be lucky to get this blog done within a day, relying on a break in catastrophes. Life for Inchie, in old age, which the fool thought would be quiet and peaceful – he was obviously wide of the mark on that assumption.  Especially the last four years or so. He wishes that he had had these twenty years ago, when the NHS was efficient and reliable. It is more like a torture establishment than a hospital nowadays. 
But it shadows his own life’s decline. Neither the NHS nor Gerry’s are improvements
To give myself a slight chance of catching up, I’m going to try to relate only the Catheter Farce. But that will take ages, cause I do waffle on about these things, don’t I? Ahem!
I’m just sad that so much will have to be left out, so I can pretend to be catching up on my blogging.
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Having had nearly two weeks of atrociously painful flowbacks from the Catheter, and over the week having eleven District Nurses tend to me (I like them all) to try and start the stopped flow of urine, and each time wriggling the tube, and it started again.
This went on for several days. I was embarrassed each time I called them. Feeling that they did not believe me about the incapacitating pains I was getting when the flowback started. Usually, bless them, they are with me in about 3 hours, and this was much appreciated. On every call they made, I was told to keep drinking water or to drink more water. So I did. I bought a load of it. After a couple of days of agony, the agony from the flowback continued, but then I got water retention in my feet, and a different pain joined in the melee and mysteries of life at Woodthorpe Court. The hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, forgetfulness,  Whoopsiedangleplops, taps left running, stove left on,  spirits, Accifauxpas, slow-cooker left on – my record to date is for 18 hours, fridge-feezers doors left open, light bulbs bursting, catheter-failures, and now the legs and feet are bowing up with water retention…
And the Doctor has given me Finasteride, or is that Finasteride, to reduce the size of my prostate to help the flow of urine. Either way, how can she not know that I’ve been on both for four years now?
I can’t have much, if any, prostate left. Hehehe!
Sorry about that. Back to the plot…
I woke up in the morning with no Catheter pains, and it stayed that way for well into the afternoon. Bliss!
Then they kicked off again, violently, as bad, if not worse than ever. So, I did the only thing I thought would eventually ease the pain, and guzzled and guzzled Spring and Soda water.
This time, it did nothing to ease the agony. In fact, it got worse. So, I guzzled another few litres of water. Then, as I sat there at the computer desk, I thought I felt water dripping on my ankle. I checked, expecting it to come from the Catheter tube, as it had started sprouting out again. I put a large bowl between my legs to catch the drips, then gulped yet another litre of water. Then felt the urine coming up into the tube, and covered the tube tightly with paper towels…
Nothing came out of the tube, but…
The urine burst out through the hole in Little Inchy’s fungal lesion, Arrgh! I’m not joking, even if this sounds impossible, it happened…
A forceful, fine sprinkling of urine shot out.
My Kagoule, dressing gown, legs, and feet all got their quota of wetting! The jug between my legs fell onto the floor, giving the carpet an extra soaking!
As I was struggling to free myself of my clothing…
A second surge was suffered, I could not understand why all of a sudden, the wee flowed unexpectedly. A short burst this time. But the two combined were enough to fill the urine jug, 2000ml.  
I spread several kitchen rolls over the floor, with extra ones near where I sat. Got the togs off, and with the bowl between my knees and two walking sticks (not a pretty sight), I somehow made it to the wet room to empty the jug and bowl… As I was doing so, a third wave arrived! Leaving the two walls, the ceiling and anything in between, pebble-dashed with yellow spots. I got back to the computer and mess I’d sprayed like a mail cat, and called the District Nurses for help. I was told some would be along to see me.  
In the three hours I waited, I had several more bursts from the penis lesion. But in between, I’d gathered kitchen rolls, found a way of hold the bowl in place, and reduced the spraying. Amidst the panic, I felt a Smug-Mode coming on. Fatal that was!
One last blast was coming on, I got the floor covered, no clothes on to limit the damage… but this last spurt was the strongest of them all. As I started t clean up, after waiting for ten minutes in case another follow-up arrived. None did. Great! As I was trying to freshen the carpet, not easy using a picker-upperer, I glanced at the computer screen… it was covered in tiny splashes of urine! Disgusted, I was! Then saw that the keyboard had also been a victim! cleaned things as well as I could. Then I considered crying out loud.

I heard the door open, and the nurse came in.
I told her about the events as she got ready to remove and insert a new Catheter Contraption. But not in as much detail as I have here. She or anyone else would not have believed me if I did.
I showed my concern that the penis cut may still leak. But she didn’t think so, but to call her if it did.
Thank heavens it hasn’t… yet.

Progressing…
New set-up

🖖🏻 Keep well 🖖🏻
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Inchie: Wed 22nd April 2026

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Tomorrow’s disastrous afternoon left me with 5 hours with a leaking fungal lesion, urine-covered, swollen feet, wet carpet, Kaghoule, pants, waiting for the nurse to arrive and save the day. And she did, bless her. New Catheter Contraption fitted with minimal pain. 🙏🏻🌸🧡 So, I couldn’t make a start on this until 17:30hrs. Have I got you guessing what the Whoopsiedangleplop was?
Without Jenny, I’d be even more lost.
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Order arrived…
With Catheter,
Morning mini-puffer
cloud pictures.
The Catheter went potty today. By At 
13:00hrs, it had filled the day bag
15 times. The afternoon? Just three.
All a part of the mysteries and bad
luck inhabiting of Woodthorpe Court,
with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai,
phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae,
extraterrestrials, spirits, ectoplasms,
Receptive Aphasia, Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia,  Episodic and ataxia, Ménière’s
disease, Fractured Knee Frank, and
Dark, Deep, Dark, Depressing Darius. With
Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying,
Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, the damned seizures, or Fata Morganas sent to taunt, irk,
terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality… on the brink.
Mystery photo taken. Hehe!

Looking towards the City and,
The Doctor’s surgery that we were
just arriving at Sherrington Park.
A Carer originally told me that an appointment had been made for me to have the swollen legs investigated.
At Elmswood Gardens Health Centre.
Then it changed to the Doctor in Carrington.
The Carers arranged a lift there, and we got two buses back to Sherwood and up Winchester Street Hill and to the flat. 
In the Doctors
We were dropped off in the car park by another Carer.
Very kind of them and he. Carer entered with me, and we used the electric machine to sign in. But, it wasn’t having it. The receptionist logged us in. Carer jeard my name being called, and I made my way to Dr Vindla’s room… Then we realised the appointment was not with the Doctor, but with the nurse, so we went to her room.
The nurse checked out the swollen legs, feet, and toes. At this point, the Doctor, in her going-home clothes, came in. She will electronically send a prescription for some Furosemide. To counter the retained waters. Explaining that it is a risky balance, putting me back on them. They may reduce water intake, but can often increase cholesterol levels. Two weeks’ supply, then we’ll see how things are.
Then to the bus stop. The lightning Carer left me in his wake. Luckily, I didn’t have a seizure or tumble.

Caught a bus in Sherwood, the Care shooting off way in front again. Well, he’s worried about being late.
He suggested I pay for a taxi next time. I can’t believe he forgot about my knees.

Now I have a bigger stock of Spring Water
All tired up, first, and the second delivery.
Soda water
2-litre Spring.

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Inchie Today: Tuesday 21st April 2026

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TUESDAY 21st APRIL 2026
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Painfully later on.

Late breakfast.
Glum Start.

Catheter Problems Again
Talk about pain, this was horrendous to cope with. The only thing I could do was to drink water all day, constantly topping up.
Carer said yesterday when he called, I had about 60 bottles of water in the hallway, and he thought it was unnecessary. This evening when I called, there was none left!
I’m starting on the few 200ml and 500ml I have left. Ordered more for tomorrow, hope they last, or it’s tap water for me. Which will mean hobbling into the kitchen for top-ups non-stop, and with the state of my legs and feet, it’s gonna hurt a bit. Naturally, my plans to ease the pain went wrong. I have to constantly be drinking it; it is going to work. Naturally, the Warfarin DVT Blood Collector came for the samples. So, for only about 12 minutes, I drank no water. As she left, I picked up one of the ever-dwindling supply of water bottles, but it was too late; the vicious flow-back pains returned. I did not have sufficient supply to gulp away freely, or I’d have none for the following times. Thus, I had about two hours of agony, during which all I could do was grind what few teeth I have left and bear it.
Then the Warden came to test the alert alarm, same again. Arrgh!
The Carers tried throughout the first calls to reach the Nurses to seek advice on the legs, feet, the Catheter problem, and the painful knee from the tumble…
Oh, yes, I had another tumble again. Walking on swollen feet is dangerous. Carer got me up again. Easy this time, I fell on, then off the bed, nice and gently. I rang early, but they always get busy in the mornings, and all I got for my four efforts was an engaged tone. Later, Carer R rang three times, then, on his fourth attempt, he got into the queue in 19th position. Had to give up.
He tried again on his next visit and got through, and they told him they would ring back. They did, telling me I had an appointment with the Doctor tomorrow (Wed) at 16:30hrs, which I must attend. Then the mayhem got even more confusing for me. Carer M told me the computer assessor is coming at 13:30hrs. Then asked if I was up to going to the Doctors while the Catheter is playing painully-up, not working, then filling up fully within a minute like yesterday? Your balance after the Catheter bother is terrible, and you have had two falls.
I was worrying about these problems as he asked me. But what to do? Make a decision? Me? If I don’t go, I may miss some help. If I go, I’ll risk another tumble, or the Catheter flowback pains coming on, with no water to drink, and nowhere to empty the pouch, and the flowback will suddenly start again? Also, with the blown-up legs and feet making walking more risky, what should I do?
Another thing that concerns me is the Warden warning me of the dangers of drinking too much water. I have no choice, it is the only way to stop the agonising pain. I looked on Google about the problem: “Drinking too much water can lead to hyponatremia (water intoxication), a dangerous condition where sodium levels in the blood become too diluted, causing cells—especially in the brain—to swell. Symptoms range from headaches and nausea to seizures, coma, and, rarely, death. It most commonly affects athletes or people drinking over 1 litre per hour.”
Crikey, there have been many occasions when I’ve drunk 4 litres an hour to save myself from the pain… looks like I may have killed myself as well. If I can get to the Doctors, I might get some advice on this. If I don’t fall over and kill myself on the way. Or, fall off the bus and get run over, and my Catheter bursts open, spraying everything and one. I dread the thought of suffering with the Catheter’s near-my-pain-limit, agonising backflow starting when I’m out. 
If I put some bottles of water in the three-wheeled walker and they are delivered in the morning, then I’m going to be very popular with others when I can’t collapse it when I get on the bus and hinder other people’s movement. Lifting ot onto and off a bus will be a challenge.

Short, but not sweet. Hehehe!

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Well, this time anyway, what
Anyone else had this, please?
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CHEERS, FOLKS!
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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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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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just an ode, cartoon & Health Check.
I’m hoping it may be that I can get
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Keep Safe
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Inchie: Friday 17th April 2026

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I have two pages of notes on today’s rather miserable day. With no sleep at all overnight. I was going to go shopping with Carer Mizra. But 9 hours of bladder pains with no urine getting through again, and this time it was far more agonising than Wednesday night’s performance. If you don’t mind, with it being fresh in my mind and no notes recorded of this period, I’d like to explain the Whoopsiedangleplops and Tale-Of-Woe of the Nottingham Lad’s Friday, well, agony, first.
This covers 2100hrs to 0630hrs Saturday.
The morning had little, if any, trouble from the Catheter or bladder. In the afternoon, things slowly got worse. The amount of urine entering the bag gradually decreased, and twinges and stabbing pains developed. Despite my slurping more water than ever, I was nervous of the night bringing what it did. brought.
21:00hrs; I added the Catheter Night Pouch to the day bag, and from then on, no urine flow. I managed to drink about a gallon of water. Until the pain increased, then overnight it got horrendous. horrendous overnight. I got a little sleep, for twenty minutes or so, just after midnight. I could not sit or lie down. Pottering about at first, in the kitchen, then the spare room, to get things done, in an effort to get the pain out of my mind. It didn’t work, of course.
I had to keep trying to take a rear-end phoo.
I took a variety of attempts, all but one were too painful to pass, giving my bladder a pasting of pain. 
The last one, Oh, drearie me, I did not get there in time. “Another mess to clean up, which caused more hassle”.
I was suffering by the time I’d cleaned it up and myself. For the second day, I summoned the community nurses for help. They got the catheter working. But it stopped within five minutes of them leaving. But still… erm, er… forgot what I was going to say then.

My eyesight is terrible.
I’ve had no sleep for several days.
The Catheter is giving me so much GIP, I can’t concentrate on anything. I’ll just do short blogs, if the computer lets me, for a few days.
Saturday was another “Why do I bother” day!
It is now Sunday. I’ll put some photos on, but I doubt I’ll remember what was what and when.

Morning shot of the balcony


The day brightened suddenly

List of things to get done on Saturday. Hopefully, Carer Mizra will be able to take me shopping. But only if the Catheter starts working properly.
Needless to say, I suppose, but this did not happen.

Nice night shots.

Carer Mizra asked if I wanted a meal done. But I could see he was running late, and declined the offer.
I made a cold meal, though.
Keilbasa (Sausages), seaweed. mushrooms,
and some ready-cooked chestnuts. Nice.

This is what can happen if your Catheter plug shoots open when you are in the kitchen… cause the pee started coming out, and it filled that quickly, and decorated the floor as I had to hobble through it with the walking stick, to get the mop and bucket!
Finding this mess, fallen twixt the non-working cooker and the floor cupboard, its door hanging off.

The sleep proved to be a third night of no sleep.
Even worse, it was not really painful, more like an excruciating, piercing, agonising, Insomnia-ridden, antsy one.


Instead of calling me, James Timothy Gerald, Percival, Algernoon. Luckless might have helped.

😖 TTFN 🤔

Inchie Today: Thursday 16th April 2026

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A mixed day. visited a few times, but after each visit, he stayed all night when the Catheter stopped flowing again in the evening. Backflow pains are so bad, with me having none of the new pain medication to fight them. Just to throw another spanner in the works, Anne Gyna was having a right go at me through the night. Needless to say, sleep was at a premium. Insufficient to meet the demand needed for me to be in any state to face getting up in the morning. Note: I don’t say “waking up”- that’s a no-go if I can’t get to sleep in the first place. More frustrating was nurse Maude saying there was nothing they could do about it, or Little Inchys fungal lesion, which has grown in size since her last visit. So, I did my best to adopt a ‘Grin & Bear it attitude. Not very successfully, I’m afraid. I kept repeatedly trying to push the tube further in, and guzzling so much water that I’ll have to order more tomorrow. Just to boost those in hand in the hallway. Just in case this becomes a regular occurrence. I’ll try ordering some soda water as well. and drink one between each bottle of spring water. If the painkillers arrive, I may cope a little easier with it. It’s even worse tonight, with Anne Gyna stabbing away as well. Oh, I fear I was using a lot of naughty language each time the surge returned. Luckily, Duodenal Donald is not active at the moment… oh dearie me… should I have risked saying that? 
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On with the Tale Of Woes: I woke, rose and got the night Catheter off; it had an amazing 650ml of urine in it and was a fair colour. I drank a litre of spring water to try to keep the flow going, and it worked; the pouch was filling up again. Made a brew and visited the Porcelain Throne. I almost casually meandered wobblingly partway to the wet room, the last stretch an Arthur Itis bothering fast as I could rush. Verbally asking things not to come too soon. Whoever I was talking to obviously did not hear me. Cleaning up after the 3-second watery evacuation took me ages.
That was a great start to the day, then!

I meandered into the kitchen in my freshly adorned slippers, protection pants, kaghoule, and dressing gown, and got the kettle on, taking this snap of the morning view. Nice!

Carer arrived as I was struggling to start the computer, sat down, and used his mobile phone. Then gave me the medications at the computer chair and asked: “You want Tea?” I explained, ‘Not now, thanks, until I get the computer on properly.’ I was going through a different routine of trying all 5 methods available, but in a different order, and I don’t want to lose where I was with it. Two minutes later, I asked for a mug of tea and got bikkies to dunk in it. No answer. I repeated my request, but it was ignored again as he was on his mobile. Annoyed, I said, “I don’t like to disturb you”. In a louder voice, “I’ll get the tea myself!” And I did. He meandered into the kitchen… “I do that!” And he did. Then went back to his mobile phone. He emptied the pouch and recorded the volume, and went back to his mobile.

Corel Sodding Draw was playing up again, so I had to shut it down at the plug, give it a few minutes and reboot. Had to redo the work I’d done that hadn’t been saved, and do it again. Then save it as another name. Having to delete some stuff again to make memory to do so. And still I’ve not heard anything from the computer man Asif arranged for.

I got some pod peas done and in the slow cooker to have later with a tin of soup, maybe. The fridge is still getting soaked in water, and I’m a bit worried about this.
Sorry here, but time has beaten me again, a few memories I recall and photographs only form here, or I’ll never get caught up. Not that I expect to, anyway. But no… I love doing it, even into the early hours.
Tried to save CorelDraw work… Not enough memory! So had to delete more stuff to make room again to save the CorelDraw graphic. Fed-upedness-Fred dawned to keep company.
Closed down everything, and went to get my teeth done, a stand-up wash, a shave, and medicated. Carer Ezra arrived as I was finishing. He cleaned my back for me, got me dressed, and slippered. Did a body check as he dressed me. Medicating Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, and Fractured Knee Frank. So nice to see Ezra or Mizra arrive. Caring lads. I turned on the computer and the TV just to take this photo. I got a blast of pain from the urine flowback as Ezra left. Worried without the new painkillers, if it’s another no sleep just pain night, I’ll be a wreck in the morning, and if the flowback continues, I’ll be in a bad way. I pray that the Doctor will send me some heavy-duty painkillers, especially with Anne Gyna being troublesome as well. Cragnangles!
Missed this snap I took earlier today. The pain is affecting my concentration. Genuinely fretting about it kicking off so early in the day tonight. I must stop moaning, I lose my followers, they must all be fed up with it… I’m fed up with it. I apologise to both of them.

Had a seizure or two today, this one just after I’d taken these two, rather decent shots of the evening sky, well, I thought they were. Hehehe!
Even the skies seem pissed-off lately. Still beautiful, mind you. The end of days is coming. No point in denying it. The way the world is going, these days indicate, no, shout it out.

Carer Mirza called. I’d got the nosh all ready to cook, so that saved him some time. Painkillers, well, not really Paracetamol, imitation painkillers given.

Easy Meal.
Can of veg soup with a packet of fresh peas added, and some light soy sauce. Milk roll bread to dunk, this was very nice.
Now, Friday morning, at 07:06hrs, I just paid my fourth visit to the . Why? You’d have thought eating a can of vegetable soup could affect the rear-end so violently?

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Inchie: Wednesday 15th April 2026

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A lot of things were missed on today’s blog. Again. Time utterly defeats me. If it gets any busier, I’ll see if I can go back to working. Luckily, I managed to keep the snaps I’d taken. More snaps today, fewer wafflings, other than visitors and the results, and a little bit of moaning (Of Course).
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The events are out of sync, sorry.

Falls & Recovery Team member called.
Took a look at the wheelchair after our Q&A and assessment. She will refer me to someone, can’t recall who, for getting some help with the leg and foot grips so I can use it. This would be wonderful if it could happen. Great. Other things that took place have drifted into my mind’s vacuum section.

Morning snaps from the balcony.
The Kodak Tim-2 is now taking almost square pictures. I’ll ask a Carer if they can sort it for me.

Carer put one of the replacement letters on the keyboard as it had worn away. See it? Hehe!

Suddenly went dark.
Took this one through the window cause of high winds coming up. Got a bit of reflection from glass.

Then the sky brightened so quickly.
Then it darkened a bit again.

Nurde Maude arrived to examine my lower-front Little Inchy fungal lesion. She thinks the cut has grown much larger, which may be causing the problems with the Catheter not working. But there is nothing they can do to solve the issue. I thought that afterwards it might be best to use the pouch on my left leg? The Nurse sent a message to the Doctor to see if the strong painkillers the hospital gave me, the only one that has any effect when the bladder-flowback, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Annr Gyne, or Kidney Keith kick off. Twice this week I’ve had three of them at the same time. Not nice! So I pray they will supply me with some more of them on the NHS prescription. Please!
Think I’ve made another mistake here… it was Nurse Maude who referred me over the wheelchair.

Confusion not only continues, but affects me so much more often since Monday; it has got worse.
I got in a tangle while working on the week’s blog templates; luckily, Care Mizra arrived and sorted me out. The Arithmaphobia and my eyesight is getting worse by the day. (Moan, over) Well, this one. Haha!

Jenny came to see me with her niece, or was it yesterday? Lovely lady anyway. Jen brought me a lemon cake, which was lovely! WE had a good natter. The Nurse arrived, and they had to go.  They went without the bag of bits I was giving them for her charity. I decided to take them down to Jenny’s flat, to save Robin Hood Frank coming up. There was only one lift working. Managed to get there, and Frank took the bag, we had a sort of natter & laugh. Getting back up, I had to go down to the ground floor and back up to the 12th floor. By the time I got back in, I found that Anne Gyna had paid me a painful visit.

Back on the computer, needless to say, but CorelDraw gave me a lot of Duodenal Duncan pangs.

Then we had some rain.

Carer Ejaz did a visit. He’s a good laf to me.

Misra did the last call, he spread some bread for meto have with peas, beetroot, mushrooms, potatoes and a chicken leg with roast pork on the bread. Slurp!

Washing the dishes, I dare not leave them for Carer Rachid to do, even when he makes me a mug of tea, he leaves tea stains on the cabinet top and front.
I took these shots of the evening sky,

The first effort was accidentally artistic
The second was better.

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Inchie: Tuesday 14th April 2026

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Cragnuts – Testicles – & Cobblers!
Late Wednesday morning now, and I’ve just found out that all graphics & photos for today have been deleted in Tuesday’s panic over the memory, after I’d spent hours deleting as much as I could to free up the memory to start, and hopefully save this blog later, I foolishly deleted Tuesday’s! At least the two above had been inserted into WordPress before I proved my need for mental help.
Oh, I found I’d left just one more photograph on the card, the meal, taken after the mess deletion session. Thankful for small mercies.
Everything is going wrong again!
The Catheter problems and the forgotten tasks are building. Book with the Chemist for the Covid and the flu jab. Call the bank as requested.
The British Gas Meter farce has not been sorted in three years now. Despite three attempts by Carer Ejaz phoning them, nothing has changed. The threat is that the meter may stop working unless I send a meter reading. We have requested and been told that an engineer will call to resolve the issue… but the oligarchs did not send anyone, nor even email a reply to my request.
Finally finding out that my chest pains were not from the rib cracks, as the Warfarin DVT blood collector said she is taking an extra vial today, for the Renal Department. Kidneys?
Anne Gyna’s visitations return with venom.
Still have not got a list of the Carer’s call times. 
I’ve never been so far behind with my, to me, precious blogs. I’ll see if any photos are left on the Camera SD, but I’m pretty sure I deleted them all after putting them on file, only to delete them again. Luckily, I had not deleted them all; I have the grand total of two from the 15 I had. Grrr!
Every time I go on the computer, I do not know if the memory will cope, uncomfortable, frustrating and demoralising. P’s me off so much, and I get angry with myself, which instantly brings on self-hating and loathing at my patheticness.
I’ll have no enthusiasm after another idiotic mistake that could have been avoided. If only I did not panic when things go wrong… which seems to happen several times a day. Everyday.
So, a graphic-less, and sparseness of photos, and again, the memory-pad writing is terrible and often means I ignore what I can’t read, and sometimes I do have a guess if the word seems to fit the scribble on either side of it. But this gets me even madder, ’cause it takes so long that I end up even further behind on the blog, and no other problems get sorted. Then either Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, or Shaking Shaun joins in the discomforting emotions, and usually, a decent length of time  to add to my mental mayhem. Writing this is such an occasion, so I expect that having to redo work already done & lost through my own over-anxiousness will not help at all.
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Tuesday 13th April 2026
At 02:00 hours, I woke up in agony from the urine flow-back. No urine in the Catheter Pouch again. I went up and walked about slowly for around two hours, as for some reason, this lessened the pain a smidge. I tried pushing the Cather tube further in, to no avail. But when Anne Gyna and then the kidneys kicked off, I could not take that much pain. So I pressed my Alert-Alarm button. Explained to the controller, and she said she’ll ring the District Nurses for me. I then started doing all manner of things to try to put my mind off of the agony from the bladder within. Vaccumed, had a stand-up wash and shave, visited the toilet twice, and weighed Trotsky Terence results. Hoovered, sorted through a drawer… dropping it on the floor! You wouldn’t believe the amount of crap that tumbled out! Upsetting , and I had to bend down to retrieve the scattered assorted garbage from the floor. 

06:20hrs: Not long after, two Angels of Mercy arrived. Got me on the bed (I can’t say that very often, Hehe!), and could find no reason for the Catheter failing. The nurse jigged the Catheter tube and inserted it a little more, and suddenly the urine flowed again!
Once more, I felt a fool!

A page and a half of ungrammatical, undecipherable scribblings had to be ignored. And that’s yer lot from the notepad help. However, I think there may have been a possibility that the kidney pain started at a higher, more severe level. With no Oxycodones left to use, I had to take several Co-Codamol tablets to reduce the pain to an acceptable level. Although still painful from Kidney Kid & Anne Gyna, they eased within 20 minutes, but only temporarily. I’m sure I remember recording the Carer’s visits. But if I did, I might have written them on any of the three pages I was jumping between as I moved from page to page over two days’ blogs. Or, the pain was so much that I didn’t record them at all. Not in a good spot today.

Ah, the found meal photo.

Got it done by myself tonight.

I really did make a mess with my notepad recording.
I can now recall…
Jenny, my Angel, who did the laundry for the Carer, who put it in the wash, and she collected it, and Robin Hood Frank returned it all folded. Much appreciated. Bless them both, thanks, X. Jenny phoned me later; she is coming to see me with her friend, who is visiting Jenny and collecting for charity.

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In the next blog, I’ll try not to delete things from.

All the bestest! 

Inchie: Monday 13th April 2026

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3:15hrs: I woke very reluctantly indeed, to be greeted by Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Rib-Pains-Rupert were in angery moods.. As I was taking off the night Catheter, Grip-Loss-Gloria ensured I dropped the nocturnal pouch, and Dizzy Dennis nearly had me topple over as I retrieved the pouch. Made a dismal effort to straighten the bedclothes.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, Trotsky Terence fashion, sorted the bins and got the Health Checks done. With some poor results again, see the photo above. I searched for the Four-Pronged-Percy. Failed to, but I’ll find him later, of course, I may have left him in the kitchenette with the Wooden-Willy-Walking-Stick.
Got the computer on to record the HC results.
Google loaded second time, then had a right farcical eight attempts to get CorelDraw to load. I then ended it, which was loaded with missing pages, and it gave me a warning that my device’s memory was 96.5% full. You cannot save any changes made to this graphic. Try saving it with another name. ‘Save As’ in a different name. Remember to delete what you can to ensure there will be sufficient room to save. That cost me over an hour to sort out, and I think I may have deleted some unintended files. Cumudgeon-Mode-Adopted! Third visit, same mode, to the Porcelain Throne.
And found Wooden-Willy-Walking-Stick.

07:15hrs: The Carer arrived.
Jenny, my Angel, sent an email, and I responded. Hubby Frank is coming up to see me later. A nicer, kind pair of people and I could not ask for better. Always willing to help out, despite Jenny’s own problems. 🤎

In the morning, lateenalenal morning on Tuesday, (Another bad night & morning involving nurses visiting me and lots of hours of excruciating pain), I found this photographicalisation on the SD card. It took me a while to see what it was of, the reminder notepad on the desk, I think. Then I launched into ‘Wandering-Mind-Mode’ for a few hours. Concentration Konrad had me starting jobs, and at the first interruption to my thoughts, I found myself in another room doing something unrelated. I kept doing this so often today. But many tasks were never returned to, and that ‘Haze’ was in charge too often, too.

Rashid made his next call. I was pleased with his increased attention, and to me. Not a bad lad, and seems to be improving each call. He checked and loosened the Catheter straps and medicated the leg scars. After he’s gone, the bag fell down when the straps broke. After another Porcelain Throne visit (Trotsky Terence mode), I went to empty the Catheter bag… and there was nowt in it? I wasn’t too worried, with all the fuss and bother today, I hadn’t drunk so much water. So I got a few bottles out and started to gulp it down. After three litres had been swallowed, as I checked the pouch, I felt the bad backflow pains start. The pains were terrible and persistent. I decided to call the Community Nurses to ask for advice and help if needed. The AI robot kept repeating, ‘We are very busy. If you are calling in an emergency, please dial 111 for advice.’ After half an hour, another AI voice, female this time, said, “You are number 18 in the queue. I was walking around to take my mind off of the pain, and the door chime chimed. I had progressed to being 9th in the queue and went to the door.
It was the Falls Team, lady. As I was saying about the lack of urine flow, it started flowing again out of the blue. All good. Slowly, the pain eased, and the flow continued while the Fall’s Team lady was here. We did some Q&A’s. Kindly adjusted the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, Catheter tube yanking, recliner, for me. Thank you. Looks better now. Some no-sores cushions were arranged for me on my recliner and computer chair. Bless them. I was still in some pain and got the shakes and dizzies while she was with me. I lost a lot of what was agreed. But there was something else, I think. When she’s gone, I increased the water intake to be on the safe side.

I got back onto the blog and made so many mistakes again. I was doing reminders for Monday and using the Sunday blog to catch up, and got slightly confused between the two.
So, from here on, I realise there may be more errors between the days. I hope not, but it’s so late in the day now; my eyes are fading fast, and my cognitive attention and recognition are worse.  
I, well, my EQ can sense that my conditions, physically and mentally, are getting to me more, and things will get worse in a short space of time. Along with the lack of a good painkiller, the computer and related problems were getting worse, and later on, scarily, I had to shut it down before I was ready, blue-screen, shortage of memory warnings, and the frustrations developed again to keep Dark Dank, Depression Darius company. My wandering mind does not help.
The Catheter problems are returning, no sleep at all tonight, and backflow agony, and my responses to the problems and failed corrections are that I think I’m getting a smidge more resigned to them. Accepting them… what else can I do? Then I think of the help I get from Angel Jenny, and feel ashamed. I’m getting all morbid and self-pitying, aren’t I? Writing this codswallop, and knowing now what was to come overnight, I should be ashamed, too.

Another mystery snap found on my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. Not a mystery of what it is of, but a mystery of why the heck I took it in the first place, possibly not meaning to? All part of the great mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Dank Depression Darius, Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD), Brain with TBI, Toothache Tiffany, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Cataract Katie, Fractured Knee Frank, Glaucoma Gladys, Anne Gyna, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, DVT, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Reflux Roger, Mind Wandering Malcolm, Blood-Levels up & down, Duodenal Doanld, and the damned seizures. With Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity of cerebrum and body. High Blood Pressure & Cholesterol. Did I mention getting shot twice and my mechanical aorta? My faith & hopes are on the wane. Not to mention my bank account, which is at its lowest it has ever been!
Just thought I’d mention it, like. 

This photo, I’m not sure when I took it, but I think it was Monday, and I have no idea what it was of. A work of unintended art? No, a shaking Inchie. Haha!

Mizra made his only call of the day, following Ejaz’s.
WE hope to get the showring and laundry done on Tuesday. Fingers crossed there is no hassle to stick its nose in… There was, tell you next time. 🤐

Got the meal prepped and done. Mizra spread some bread and buttered it with no-butter butter and some soft cheese, to have with my nosh.
Smashing!

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