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SORRY ABOUT ALL THE MISTAKES – I HAD TO RUSH IT
Thanks to Liberty-Global Virgin Media for letting me down so often yet again. Not so often, actually, but in total, I had no internet for over 4-hours! Cocked up all my plans.
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Where can I start? What few words will satisfactorily cover today’s disastrous, frustrating, farcical, pathetic, depressing, failure-filled, up for 26hrs of trying to catch up… Oh yes, they’ll do!
What a difference in yesterday’s & today’s nocturnal colouring of the wee-wee!
I see this as a danger sign that they threatened and been warned that, a permanent catheter would be put in, shortly? It’s been a long time now since I’ve been taking Finasteride prostate-reducing tablets. It must be 
3 months by then? Remember when I first had the catheter fitted? All the blood in the bags. I found this photograph on file from December 22.
It took them from my getting into hospital when the deep red blood started to flow. After three visits to the QMC hospital, I was kept in again. During this, over two days, the catheter was put in and taken out, then back in, then out, at least eight times. Oh, the pain! I got to learn the sounds of other patients having theirs out and in again; because it was the same sort of Arrgh!, that I was making each time. Humph!
Then I was transferred to the City Hospital. Where the frequency over three days of the agonising tube going in repeatedly, was twice as often as at the QMC!
Next, a visit to a Specialist in Sherwood Hospital. Eight outpatient visits to the City Hospital Urology, to be told they are not sure what caused it in the first place. The last time I met any Doctor about the problem, was at the Private Hospital. That turned out to be an eight-minute talk, and I was told he was going to advise my GP to start me on Finasteride but must take it for two months, which hopefully, potentially may reduce the size of my Prostate and allow the flow of voluntary urine flow to begin again. Nurses arrived to put the new type of catheter cruelly in Little Inchie Hehehe! Four months later, of my taking Finasteride, the nurses returned and took out the catheter, calling back two days later, and they checked with the scanner how much urine was in the bladder after I rid as much as I could to the WC. One of the nurses said the bladder was still a third full. So, back in went the catheter again!
Supposedly for another two months, of Finasteride taking. That was four months ago. I’ve had the Catheter contraption taken out and straight back in twice more times, but no sign of me being allowed to try to manually wee-wee again?
I lost the plot there, didn’t I? It’s the getting darker urine in the bag that’s got me going. They didn’t know or didn’t tell me, apart from ‘Some Infection’, the cause of this nearly a year ago started blood from the bladder.
Back to today… Well, yesterday, it was already 04:00hrs, and this is as far as I’ve got with this blog; waffling does not help, and boy, am I tired. Have to cut corners, Sorry. (But I ended up bogging, spitting and passing wind all night long, blogging instead)
After taking the nocturnal pouch from the day bag, I tackled the waste bin assembly.
Placed them near the door.
I took a snap of the extremely blue views from the kitchenette window.
Then the ablutions were tackled. Not a 
good session. Stubbed a toe, and spilt the washing bowl all over the floor, picking up after standing in it to clean the feet. The teeth were bleeding, just two cuts shaving. The feet, or rather toes, seemed to 
be getting larger areas of apparent bloodlessness?.
Another change in the Evacuated Produce in the WC. Can’t understand this. I mentioned these variations to the Doctor, but, either she wasn’t interested, didn’t hear me, or, I meant to mention it but forgot to? Spent ages cleaning up.
Hristina, my sweet DVT, INR phlebotomist nurse, arrived to take some more blood ♥♥♥. Lovely to see her. The INR level, was at 2.9 last time, so I may not see her again next week. Boo!
As the internet went down again, Carer Richard arrived. He looked 
and sounded a little better this week, I’m glad to report. Nice chap.
As he left, the Ocado order arrived.
DOWN FOR 4.5 HOURS
The driver carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Thanked him, and offered him a nibble or drink in thanks, but he declined.
I’d got Tonic Water, instead of Soda Water, but that’s no bother. Lavender Dettol for washing the tenderer areas washing. The seaweed arrived. Ans some biscuits made by LU to try, which I did, but they were not to my liking, 
too hard and sweet for me and the few teggies I’ve got left. Tsk! I gave them to the next carer, as he tried one and liked it. The batter scraps arrived, too, I intended to have some of these later. The fresh 
Kenyan peas were a treat to have as well! Aha, a soft biscuit, I see! Jolly good for me!
I didn’t get the bananas, but have one left. I think I may have ordered some from Asda?
After working on and off on the 
blog for some fours… The Mammoth Blackout, from you know who…
IT WAS OFF FOR 4.5hrs!
I spent a long time trying to sort it before I started watching the time. .Nothing seemed to work. Wi-Fi swapping and that didn’t help either. Reset, reboot, I closed 
down everything completely, and that failed.
All shut off again, restarted the crap Liberty-Global Virgin Media box, gave it a reboot and sat waiting.
Another do-no-good idea. At one point, the service did return, but lasted only a few seconds; this repeated several times. Most frustrating. I had to give up and reset the box again, leaving restarting while I got an early nosh sorted out.
Made a mess cooking this meal, a right one! I actually wrote the timing down after I worked out what was needed in order. The potatoes were left over in the crock pot from last night… well the early hours of this morning, I was having them cold. Only the pretend fish, peas and fish batter to heat up in the oven for just two minutes. I’m looking forward to these; I’ve not had any for months. The fish in the air-fryer needed 20 minutes, the peas a few minutes to just heat up in the saucepan, tomatoes soy sticks tomatoes and beetroot no cooking needed. When I laid out the plate, there seemed to be a gap?
I got the cooking utensils, washed up straight away. Then got seated and tucked into the meal. I was about 90% of the way through eating it… and suddenly remembered I’d left the batter bits in the oven! I 
foolishly rushed to the kitchen, and grabbed the bits tipping them on the nearly finished meal tray.
Of course, they were burnt to 
buggery! What a Plonka! No internet, burnt meal what next? Although you can’t see it in the picture on the right, it was belting down with rain. Not that that bothered me. I was just hoping to get the computer internet working again. The two Carers who called were amazed to me not on the computer!.
Interesting shot here on the left. Why I snapped my fingers? No doubt I hadn’t meant to, surely? Hehehe!
I took a shot of the sky while waiting for the damned, blasted 
Liberty-Global Oligarchs box to reset yet again. A highly Pareidoliaiable Picture this one!.
(Incidentally, it is now 05:50hrs on Tuesday) .
Carer Benjamin called earlier on the last visit of the day. I took this photo then but only just got around to getting it from the SD card. I sent him a copy by email.
Not that I can get much sleep, cause the Carer is calling in 2-2.5 hours. But I can go on no further. Busy day tomorrow, I’ve got to have a battle with the internet again, I may cry!
The Asda delivery is due. The DVT and FAlls Team Sarah… ‘Might’ be calling, and the spare room needs clearing. I still need help with arranging the flu jab at the chemist. I may be back… or not!
Overnight shot of the open balcony doors and the TV I watched when you know who’s internet went on strike again! I viewed a ‘Something Inside Me’ programme and took a few photos as I did so.
I put these on Tuesday’s blog, and got two hours sleep, then started to do that.
Mentally Shattered – But EQ was here, telling me things were going to get much worse. He was right!
THE SUICIDAL TORY FUTURE
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was waiting, ready to start again. But I did get off eventually and had nearly three hours of bliss. I would have stayed in the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner for longer; Unfortunately, Dementia Doreen’s compatriot, 
, convinced me on waking, that it was Monday! So I thought I had a delivery coming between 7 & 8, and it was already 07:15hrs; a semi-panic-mode was engaged and I got up in a bit of a rush; Dizzy Dennis visited, lost balance, and I sat down again, with a foggy head. 
At first glance, I thought I’d been mysteriously passing spaghetti through Little Inchie and 
. Hehehe! Too dark a colour.
No pains with them, yet.
Then felt the need for the 
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Well, 
was done after three days. But of course 
meant a mess to clean up.
Amazingly, I changed the Wi-Fi option and it came back! 
, I think my concentration was getting far worse the more tired I got. 
Still, could be worse… couldn’t it?
A banana, a choc ice, an orange ice lolly, and as of now 19:10hrs, I’ve not made or wanted a mug of Glengettie?
This is singularly worrying
Bootiful!
and 
were making it difficult for me to control the camera and use the selection buttons, but I had to give up. 
falls, I’d not noticed, but sharp-eyed Benjamin did. 
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problems; 
bleeding at the point of entry of the catheter tube. 
is visiting much more often lately, and the previously nocturnal only 
are scarily getting more frequent… the mind seems to just lose blocks of time altogether, and forever. None have ever come back to me, and those hours or minutes remain a mystery? Maybe this 
is making things worse?
to the kitchen to take some photos of the night skies
Blissful!
Later it looked like I had a monster on the horison.
A long time later, the monster was still there?
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Ahem! I found this in ten seconds! Fair enough, it was designed for infants to work out. But still – 
Hehe!
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the box, then restart the computer. Even change Wi-Fi connection numbers each time it went down, and do the same work again!
Bejesus! What a colour!
Still dark hours later, when I belatedly emptied the day pouch.
Waste bags sorted out.
During one of the failed 
Aha, much lighter shade this afternoon!
My favourite puffer clouds to the north.
And, to the east!
Liberty-Global Internet went down a few more times.
I dropped a tablet and thought it fell in the waste bin.
Had a sort through the bin, but could not find it.
So, another dig around in the waste bin.
Then realised when I’d stubbed the toe, I’d caught the right ankle ulcer. It stung a bit, but I now had the Germolene to rub in to ease it. Of course, bending down to rub in the ointment, kicked off 
, so she got some Germolene rubbed in… at least the area I could reach. I wonder if any youngsters read this blog? They’ll, just like I did, and think it’ll not happen to be, getting dithery, dozy and daft as a brush. Haha! 
Peaceful looking?
Lights out time.
Sky again to the left.
All looking good!
Breadsticks, a banana, and an iced lolly for afters.
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Easy-Peazy! Even I found it in about ten minutes! Hehe!
giving way at the same time. Clouted my cheek on the corner of the counter on the way down with a sort of crunch-thud. Haha!
, and I completely misjudged it. I spun around, giving the door frame a half-decent shoulder charge. I turned quickly when I thought I may have left the tap (faucet) running, which did the trick. I must have splashed some of the soapy water on the floor, and soon found it! Luckily I fell against the shower chair, which saved me struggling to get back up again, at least. A good start!
The night pouch was even darker this morning, (which I don’t think is good for my chances of ever getting the bothersome and sometimes painful, always frustrating,
removed permanently. 
I went onto the balcony, to try and take a photo of the front car park through the glass.
I got some potatoes in the crockpot straight away. I did this because there’s always a chance that my ever-present, 
I spent some time sorting the waste bins out. 
Demand for the 
bleeding. So, I cleaned up and shaved, applied
As was expected.
I did Carer Chris’s later on.
Suddenly the last Carer call was done, and I hadn’t used the 
A late meal was hastily prepared. The potatoes I’d put in the crock-pot, about 14 hours earlier, were drained and on the plate. I added the last of the just out-of-date smoked ham, 
after sniffing each piece. some were removed. The yellow & red tomatoes, these were four days out of date, but tasted lovely. 
They were okay, and the view outside I thought was amazing for the early hours of the day. Taking this photo of the houses, I noticed how 
surprisingly light the sky looked for this time of day?
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, was a bully,
Looking good?
Mist clearing sooner today.
Made a brew of Glengettie, and dunked a few (3) of my newly discovered favourites biscuits. Tasted buttery, with an iota of salt taste. No bother to the bad teeth!
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Worked conscientiously on getting the Wednesday blog done.
Both through the glass in the balcony.
The bottom field shot was an improvement.
Started cooking the meat for the stewpot.
Potatoes in the slow cooker.
My favourites came up, and knowing that a minimum order of £40 was needed, I ordered other stuff to make the required total.
Yet still, it didn’t get to me like it usually would have? Worrying this is. Also, I had a few visits from 
I poddled to the wet room to have a shave and en route, had an 
; it didn’t have me over but caused my right shoulder to wallop into the door frame. And all was forgotten about the minutes-earlier farces, and all felt, was how lucky I was not to have gone down on the floor! Even when 
The evening looked very nice.
By gum that was nice!
Straight ahead from the kitchen window…
Then to the left a bit…
A great show, I thought. Produced by ATV for ITV between 1 July 1967 and 13 April 1975, based on the German TV show Der Goldene Schuß. The hostesses distracted from the games sometimes, but… Hehehe! 
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Let’s have no cheating, please… Hehehe!
My eyes were hurting when I woke up with a jerk. Before getting the night pouch off the catheter, I’d taken two naughty, but effective strong Nurofen tablets. I keep some near the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, on the Ottoman, within reach. By the time I’d got the pouch off and made a brew, the pain had eased a lot from the right eye… not the left though. I didn’t take any more naughty painkillers, cause the Carer will be here to give me some Paracetamol & Codeine. Don’t want to overdo things. I’m not saying KI wasn’t tempted to, though.
The night pouch is nice & fullish, a good colour.
Sorted the waste bags into one. 
Sported out some bladder-filling bottles.
A mug of Glengettie went down well.
after Victor had departed. 
The chips were burnt to my favourite crispiness; well, with my shortage of teeth, they can be sucked at. Haha!Yellow tomatoes, and soy balls. Flavour-Rating: 8.2/10!
was bothersome. She had been all day really come to think of it, and when I was getting settled at the window, 
A never-been-known for months, determination rose from within my demented 
afflicted brain. I was not going to give up this time! My resolve cost me a lot of time. Getting 
Aha, that one came out betterer. For me, anyway.
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Carer’s keep up with it I don’t know. I’ve written down the roster needed: AM on waking up: 
Blepharitis Gel, left eye only. Five minutes later, the 
4-Times a day. 
drops, for times a day, to be inserted by the Carers. The gel is AM & PM only. Then 
, this is to be applied by me, four times a day. The Dry Eye pads are to be used three times a day, applied by me. Instruction was supplied on how to do this properly. The Blepharitis liquid is applied on a pad and can be used morning and evening ‘If required’
as I was doing the pad cleansing job, 
had a go at me, and I caught the eye again! Then it got such a nuisance, that I had to abandon the blogging 
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Nocturnal Urinationings
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Tons of No-Butter Butter on milk roll slices.
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Sundown
Close-up of the Sun
Multi-shaded tootsies
The second meal of the day – A rarity?
So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; 
. For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. 
Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance. Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind
This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!.
Morning moon.
Closer.
McCains…
Ha!
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few minutes! The hot water went cold again – I think the maintenance was working on the system, as a lot of noise could be heard throughout the day from above, which stopped around 16:00hrs. 
, or even a chance of 
Phone calls from the Anticoagulation DVT Unit, the Doctors Surgery, with the results of INR Warfarin Test at the Hospital yesterday; and a change in Warfarin dosage. Also reminded me that I had not booked in for a flu jab yet! Which I attached to the Carers book cover. 
The most welcome call from Nurse Hristina, from the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation unit at the Queens Medical Centre, and pictures of her face as she told me she would be calling on Monday or Tuesday next week to take more blood samples. Gawd she’s such a caring beauty! ♥. Damn, my being born too late! Hahaha!
At least it didn’t burst open! I did however manage to add another of my 
to the list; when I got down to pick up the bottle, getting back up, I 
, and that made me smart a bit, just after it had been assaulted by the bottle. Then… I realised that 
, forced me into the wet room. Forgetting that I needn’t have bothered, because I’m now completely out of any 
of the Daktacort ointment… as I am of Germoloids and Olive Oil for the ear-holes! Things were not going very well! Of course, being the confident, Glass-Half-Full, cheerful nature that I am, this didn’t bother me at all… I laughed it off! 
Within an hour of starting the blogging, I realised I would be in difficulty; the eye strain was bad enough. But the flipping 
Kitchen to get the kettle on. Dank-looking morning view of the bottom field, across from the flats
But they took some moving in the first place…
I even did some cross-wording before things plopped out!
Back to make the brew, and got on the computer. 
Mystery photo, here?
Love those white tootsies! Hehehe!
Early nosh sorted out. 
From last night’s ‘Heartbeat’ methinks?
TTFN, All!
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Fair enough, it’s just that I’m getting fed up to the one-and-a-half back teeth I’ve got left; with my own wailing & moaning about life’s naturally unlucky, perversive, frustrating pattern of late!
Woke, I looked at the clock and tried to get back to sleep, but without any luck, but I did try. 
So about 02:55hrs, I got the night pouch removed from 
I went to check that no taps (faucets) or the stove had been left on, and I got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie.
Got the waste bags sorted out.
To the wet room for a wash and get the medicationalisationings tackled. Shortages of medications: Germoloid, Germolene, Olive Oil and Nasal Spray! Tsk!
I’m not sure if I have some new leg water papules coming up or not.
The white area on the toes seems to be getting bigger? My email, American Petal-Angel Lisa, suggested this may be Reynauds? I must look this ailment up. ♥
A big order today… Fridge products sorted…
Then, the frozen ones…
Too much bread in stock! Tsk!
Fridge cram-packed…
Bladder Belinda liquids built up…
My new favourites, are LU soft lemon-flavoured cakes. Very nice indeed. During the day I ate two of these, four shortcake biscuits and two bananas. No meal yet but I may stay awake long enough to make something. Or not!
Brown-outs had grown to ten.
I felt the warm liquid in the lower region inside the Protection Pants! I knew immediately that this was a bad one.
But it was the last failure. Bless them!
Bootiful!