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Not been too well today – just ran out of time to get the blogging done, I’m afraid. Catheter pouch troubles and a concentration destroying constant pains from the Mystery shooting rib-pains. But I have done my bestest. Which was not very good!
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05:00hrs: Woke to discover, as I got into position to disconnect the catheter night pouch, I spied that it was completely empty. This somewhat bamboozled me a smidge.
On further investigation, I found that the day bag pouch’s release valve had not been opened. When I went to roll up the jammie leg, the bag was so full that I had to drop them instead: which was a beginning of a farcicalness of great magnitude.
I tore the PPs on the tube clip. 
Caught 
causing it to bleed, and losing time getting it to stop. And emptying the pouch, clouted my knee on the edge of the WC, and knocked stuff off of the floor cabinet… which stayed where they were; and are still there now.
Which combined, caused the terribly nasty mystery stabbing rib pains to kick off, which more or less put me out of action for hours.
It was gone midday before I could make a start on this, and Herbert above started his cacophony of bangs and tap-tapping.
I was still not right mentally or physically. The constant pains ensured that. I did take some photographs throughout the day, though, not as many as usual that helped trigger the memory.
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I must have taken this one after or during one of the many visits to Porcelain Throne. All were messy affairs again!
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made the first three calls.
Not like him to miss taking the bin bags.
He took them, I think, on the last visit. A
nice lad, he’s slowly coming around to liking
and understanding my humour, I think.
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Early morning photo; I can’t recall taking it.
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Ah, I can remember this one. I was just beginning to get on
with the blog, stood up to go and make a brew…
I’d forgotten to check the catheter bag.
Evening shot?
Car Park. ‘Oh, a space?’
Going to get something to eat before the last Carer calls.
Hope it’s my mate, Richard.
Back in a bit… or in the morning.
THE MORNING CATCH-UP
A not-very-good-looking nosh was enjoyed, all the same.
This photo was taken part-way through eating it.
Which is better than taking a photo without
the SD card in the camera, I suppose.
TTFNski!
Deaf with Dementia?
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was in full command of the evacuation again.
Kept guzzling water in hopes that the catheter would not be put back on.
Boxed them for me.
Cupboard bag
Fresh stuff
Full fridge, do you think?.
Tried to ring 
for me to find out about the account, but she was unable to get through to them.
arrived, and now I was in utter confusion. Tsk!
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.
I burnt the pan of tomatoes, cleaned it up and put another can in the pan.
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
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Two morning photos were taken between the multitude of messy, spongy, gooey 
visits suffered.
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Teatime rains
Around 19:30 hrs. Wonderful sky!
Well, fancy that!
at the thought of it!
Fiona left reminders for me about things. I can’t remember what they were at the moment. They were for the carers as well, I think.
Did the late call on me. Checked the Meds, taps, and cooker. He wrote a message in marker pen on the fridge door, as he knew I was abbot to cook my belated meal of the day, to remind me to turn off the taps and cooker.
Very nice, too, it was.
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Took the catheter bag of myself this morning – I had to cause the need of the Porcelain Throne was urgently needed, and with the other clarities etc., over the last two days with tripping and treading on the tubing, I thought it best.
Suddenly flooded the mouth, I think I must have broken off a bit of tooth near the gum. I got up automatically to get some toilet paper to use to stem the flow… but the evacuation was still taking place.
I did genuinely feel 
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However, Richard arrived then. He got the medications sorted and told me I had to take the new Antibiotic course again, starting now. So, I did.
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had taken over command…
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are getting slowly worse. I picked my nose, whistled, and eventually, a mini-evacuation shot out of its own accord – the movement was over in seconds! 
annoying somehow.
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. It didn’t last long…
and a nasty, but very rare in a sat down position 
put an end to my planned venture into pretending I could be capable again.
checked that it was cooked before she checked the taps and turned off the heater for me.
I sliced the overcooked potato and got it in the oven with the last of the potato rostis in the oven to crisp them up. The last of the tomatoes and the vegan frankfurters (which tasted great!) and along with the last of the pots of strawberry jam thingumajig dessert. 
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Not that they came out very well, although the bottom one of the car park was not too bad. A touch of eeriness about it? Obviously, the first one was taken like that on purpose. Ahem! 
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Realising my cock-up, I lifted the left foot from the tube… before I’d mastered the balance.
to suffer a considerable clout!
At that exact moment, I must have caught the piping on my way down; the night bag began to leak!
âťą I hastened ASAP to the wet room. But: unfortunately, âťş 
I decided as I was in there, to get the 
done. Stripped off, which sounds and indeed used t lobe a simple job… until the Mystery Pains, Catheter and taking tumbles started this morning. 
After what seemed like hours… Oh, it was! Getting the bag, Porcelain Throning, ablutioning and getting dressed, I returned to the front room.
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I took these a few hours later on. The seagulls were food hunting again.
Very nice too!
Arrived to get cataracts… no, not them; the night catheter attached to the day one. Nice to see him again, but he was a smidgen annoyed at the doctor amid hospital crossed lines and different instructions on my taking the antibiotics. Like me, Richard is not getting updated on medical things. He said someone was going to come in a few days to take the catheter out. I’ve heard nothing about this from anyone, either. No one called me to advise me at all?
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Pity about yesterday’s little glitch. We could have had
Morning snaps from the Kitchenette
Local swelling.
New potatoes cooked in the crock-pot, then
This was his last call of the day. And he wanted to get home.
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Oh, Worra shame – nearly got three High Norms on the trot!
Not-so-good photos
The challenge of the ablutioning and dressing.
But all went well. 
No idea why I took this shot?
Bleeding and weeing. Hehehe!
A late showing moon?
Easy-Lift ran me to the chemist to collect.
Although, in some ways, I enjoyed this
I was just dropping my trews to take down the PPs, and just
I think I enjoyed that bit, not the tumbling mind.
The workers had placed matting on the lobby floor.
Up in the lift, took a selfie in the reflection on the wall.
A letter was received as I got inside. Too small to see.
Changed the new Catheter… looks a bit bubbly to me?
Had a wash and removed the hospital tab. Last time at the City Hospital Urology. I was given a blue one, and today upgraded to red? Hehehe!
I made a lovely meal for myself. However the of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, were at it again!
The picture I took of the rather good-looking and tasty meal was not on the SD card… Yet again!
Cleaning up with one hand while trying not to step on the night bag tubing or drop and burst the bag, using a picker-upper with disinfected kitchen roll paper, and not falling over to clean up – I proved was impossible!
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03:15hrs: Rose took off the night catheter.
She rang PALS. Who said, “Ring Nottingham City Hospital Urology!”
Smashing! Lardons, canned tomatoes with added basil and tomato passata. Wholemeal cobs, and a strawberry whatsit… What is it called? Another mind blank… 
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from the door chime.
Immediately engaged. I thought I’d overslept, and the Carer was trying to get in…
The shooting pains started from the mystery ailment again after a day of me thinking it was ebbing… 
These shooting or stabbing pains come when I use the right hand (Peripheral Neuropathy?) They said it would only get worse? I could not use the walking stick with the right hand; cause pressing down on it, raising the arm or bending.
kicking off, my spirits sank.
I thought, being as I am up and aboutish, I’d better get the 
applied both Germoloids &Â 
Germolene. Olive oiled the ear holes. Got a tiny amount of the
eye drops into the 
right eye… but possibly 80% of it on the nose, moustache, chin and stomach. I’m not mastering putting the eye drops in, am I?
The catheter had made the Fungal Lesion bleed every morning and night, so after giving Arthur Itis’s knee, I say knee, not knees, cause I couldn’t get to the right one due to the paraphernalia attached… I then tackled the lob of trying to readjust the tape holding things in place that had gotten twisted… It’s still twisted.
This daily morning performance took me two hours plus to get done. Any wonder I can’t get the blog done?
I split a pair of Depend pants on the plastic closure thingamabob, and I tried another pair. But had an
A photo here that I forgot to put on earlier.
I then set about making a meal. Ben’s BBQ rice, a can of nearly out-of-date mechanically removed chicken 15%, beef 4%, and soya 54% hot dogs to go with the rice with added BBQ sauce. A pot of instant mash with added cheese. F
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07:45hrs: My waking up so late… well, I say that, but I’d been waking up all night again, but fatigue got me back to sleep this time. Thank you, Mr Fatigue!
A broken catheter, open packs of day and night ones. Loose stablest on the floor under the table. But, I soon lost interest in that… the night catheter was in need of emptying and packing safely in a recycle bag
when I bent or stretched were far, far less vicious than yesterday. I got the night bag off without too much bother, got it emptied into the bucket, and took it to the wet room for emptying and disinfecting.
Now I had to wash the fo
Well, feeling so well now, achieving so much, I decided to use the speed-mop to clean the kitchenette floor.
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arrived, and I gave her a kiss (On the arm, always the gentleman, Hehe).
I spent many hours (8) doing the blogs.
Arrived. I told her of the things I’d gone through with a certain Carer (Not). Medications sorted out. Carolynne cleared the Carers desk up. Checked on both taps and oven.
Some more for farcicalness on the computer.
Not the meal of the year, I admit.
Slept through until