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Not A Good Day
In short (Especially the Hobble and the visit to the Doctor).
Photo inspired, memory not good.
Being so late in getting the blog done and all that, after having lost a version I’m sure I’d written, and I had to start again after somehow deleting everything?
Bit of blood in the overnight Catheter pouch.
Caught a seagull launching off of a lamplight.
Got the ablutions done. Messy and painfully.
Readied things needed into the walker-trolley.
Arrived. He was tired out and frustrated with
the 
being different each me they got a fresh supply. Got the meds sorted, and we had a little nattering session. Well, me mostly… Hehehe!
Set off to the bus stop…
Down in the elevator, along the link passage through.
Winwood, then Winchester Courts, and out to the
bus stop. Not so cold this morning, thankfully.
Had a chinwag with a lady from Winchester Court.
Got off at the bottom of the hill.
Started what turned out to be a bad idea.
Walking up the hill on Mansfield Road and down into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Park surgery.
Every step was agony. Due to the darned
having dropped
down the leg, the inserted tube was pulling on poor.
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was so sore and stinging.
I eventually got over the crest of the hill. I had
to stop many times to give me a breather from the pain.
Within 10 seconds of my arrival at the surgery, Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into the consulting room. (Just got there in time, but it must have taken me a full hour or more to hobble to get there)
I could hardly get into the room. Then the farce began…
I thought she needed to see me urgently, as the receptionist told me, to give me some details from the Urology at the City Hospital; about the recent stay and check-up results I had with them.
But No! I think she reckons I’m about to croak out…
Cause all she wanted was for me to tick the two options on a letter she gave me, telling me to take it and read it, think about it, make my choices and return it to her. And what was it for? I’ll tell you the two options I had to choose from…
Would you like to go on the DO NOT RESUSCITATE list? I ticked it.
And the next one was different…
Where would you like to die; Hospital or At Home?
I ticked The Hospital. Well, that cheered me up!
I then told her of the 
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She asked if I had had any falls or trips lately?
I smiled underneath my face mask and replied:
That’s one question that shouldn’t need answering – Yes!
“Ah, it’s probably from bruised ribs, then!”
This prompted me to ask why the Paracetamol were not delivered
with the last prescriptions. Cause I have none left now, just when I really need them. No reply!
Then I mentioned the having smaller and smaller bags attached each time they are replaced? And are causing
“See the District Nurse about that!” Thank you.
And the blood in the Urine?
“I’ll let the 
know that” Thank you.
May I use the toilet to empty my full 
?
“Yes, see you later!” Cheerio, thank you!
I was a smidgeon nonplussed after this meeting.
did what I wrote about above really happen?
Or was 
interfering with my memory again?
Either way, I was forced to go down the road to the Lidl store to see if they sold Paracetamol or Ibuprofen.
The painful walking had not eased off. Then again, nothing’s was done about it – What I expected, I don’t know.
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After a hobble around inside the store, I came out with some bits and pieces but no Paracetamol. Milk, potatoes, a packet of biscuits, cashew nuts, and some Ibuprofen.
Caught a bus to Sherwood. Dropped off and hobbled over the road to the bus stop to catch the number 40 bus up to the flats… I was about 100 yards or so away, and it arrived – but I could not move fast enough to get there in time. Which proved very costly to me…
By having half an hour to kill until the next bus arrived, I went into the Wilko store. And for once, they had a decent choice of items on the shelves. So, naturally, for me, I bought a few of each item while they had them in stock. I came out of there £26 pound lighter in my pocket!
Lavender Dettol, and Neutrodol fresh air spray on offer, caught my eye. Along with Paracetomal, Ibuprofen Extra Strong, and cloth-wash freshener at three for whatever it was, on offer again! (To go in the wee-wee bucket when emptying the Pouches) Fool! Oh, and fresh air spray for fabrics, two for £3.99. Tsk!
Up to the bus stop. Caught the bus.
No one to gossip to.
At the flats…
Went into Winchester Court and through the link passage into Winwood Court. Not many folks around?
Through to Woodthorpe Court, where the recharging and storage for the disabled scooters are, and to the lifts. (In the distance)
Up to the flat…
Rang Meridian Care,
To let them know I was back in situ.
And soon found that the…
The tiny pouch 
really was at bursting point.
Emptied it, and I got the purchases put away. Took two tablets straight away, a Paracetamol and an Extra-Strong Ibuprofen.
I had a moment of revelation (is that the right word?) I had not long since walked right by the Carrington Pharmacy.
But forgot to go in to check if any painkillers may have been sent electronically from the Doctor to the chemist. But I expect it had not been sent, anyway. I wonder if the Doctors get a bonus for everyone they get to join the DO NOT RESUSCITATE brigade? Hehehe!
Mayhap if they can save on not resuscitating…
The NHS might be saved?
Yes, a Rishi Sunak scheme, maybe?
Getting dark already… and here comes the sunset
Very nice.
Super Nosh!
Ersatz bacon pieces, tomatoes with added basil, and three sourdough rolls. Followed by a pot of lemon cheesecake.
Flavour Rating 8.8/10!
Arrived. Sorry I just can’t remember who it was.
Had I not later destroyed the first blog I did for today, I’m sure I put the name on there. But, no… I somehow deleted the entire blog, and it’s not in the bin? 
Washed the pots, and I took this second shot of the sky and sunset.
Why I took these is another unknown. It’s all a part of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court’s sinister Spirit’s master plan. To raise the devil, spread wonders, blunders, rodomontades, fears and descenders from the comfort of sanity into a gibbering wreck!..
Must have been a reason, I suppose?
After an hour or two, I realised I’d not checked bag for a while. So, I did. Oh, not much in there?
I’m getting more confused than ever here. It’s with me already having written this stuff and losing it, I think. Keep reckoning. I’ve done it twice on this blog… which is possible. How I feel at the moment, anything is!
, came and 
to the
for me. He tried to adjust the strapping to make it less painful for me, on the . I thanked him, and we had a little mutual moan and natter. I went with him to the door to lock it as he departed. Be lost without the lad.
Another excruciating, pain-wise day done!
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But the wee-weeing was betterer, more of it!
Morning view.
The front room searched for the missing Nokia.
Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening his grip on the evacuationing… had time to have a go at the crossword.
Stripped and got a stand-up wash and shave.
Later, view after the ablutioning, medicationing and dressing.
Computer on, Email from Iceland.
I love those mini roast potatoes. But with them coming so early, had to open the packs and put them in lose to get them in the freezer. Not only that but to get the cheesy potato special offer ready-made meals in, I had to dish some of the stuff already in the freezer to make room!
At least the wee-wee was, I thought, flowing much better.
Oh, Boy! It was delicious! The best ready-made tasting meal I’ve ever had!
Oh, the bag is full again.
Sunset through the balcony window!
Blimey, that filled up quick!
Mystery Photo
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Beautiful view – horrible photo
Not much in the 
Off to wet to dispose of the accumulated urine
I broke the tube off of the connector.
utilised.
done.
The 
Abolitionising has been done, and I got on with the medicationalisationings.
had been kicking off since waking up, but now she was really giving me some. Argh!
Finally, I got dressed.
Proper frosty out there now.
was enjoyed, when I told him I’d got through to the Easy-Lift people and arrange a lift there and back, in fact… it was a 
The driver kindly took the food through to the kitchen for me.
He put the food where he could find space; there’s not a lot of that.
Bless him!
They had some Potatoe Rostis in stock today.
And, unlike last week when they had none, so I ord
Mid-afternoon view from the kitchen.
Came to sort out the medications and do the Health & Safety Checks on the taps and cooker. She put my mind to rest about both Catheter Pouches having urine in them; She said that this often happens. Bless her. Then checked the taps and oven. Also moved some of the bottles of water delivered to a safer place for me. Bless her. 
Sunsetting view this evening.
Arrived. Gave me the tablets. Told me of an electrical fire in a flat yesterday. All okay; the Fire Brigade apparently were taking photos of inside the flat. No one was hurt. Not sure when it was. Took a waste bag with her as she departed.
The dark cloud prompted my love of pareidolia
An animal with fire coming from its mouth? Hehe!
And then, back to looking dark?
I had planned to watch a football match, but Sweet Morpheus denied me.
But, of course, it didn’t bother me. 
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stabbing pains were far less often than they had been for weeks. Fingers Crossed!
I must 
though! 
He’s rarely wrong, Humph!
And got the 
started. During the hour and a half, it took to get them done, I had to visit the 
Finished off the task at hand. 
The recently emptied day catheter pouch was filling up already, and I’d not had anything to drink yet. 
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I’m going to rush now, or the Carer will come while I’m eating again. Throughout the morning, I tried to get through to Easy-Link, but no chance. 
That’ll do me!
The Fog!
Catheter
A photo I took in 3-d mode on the Lumix.
Teatime view (I think it was)
I seemed to have a spurt of success in passing
Afternoon car park.
At about 20:00hrs, the day bag was filled again.
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Catheter Problems.
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Morning view, first photo.
Car parking on Chestnut Way
Delivery arriving for someone
The carer, Jodie, tried to ring the Doctors for me.
The sun tried to come out for a while.
Knocked the knife box of of the kitchen shelf.
Starting to get dark early today.
Where did I put the hearing aids?
Had a job getting any of the collection of old
I made start eating this great-flavoured nosh.
. The usual routine, waking up often and falling
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I tore the PPs on the tube clip. 
causing it to bleed, and losing time getting it to stop. 
It was gone midday before I could make a start on this, and Herbert above started his cacophony of bangs and tap-tapping.
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made the first three calls.
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I’d forgotten to check the catheter bag.
Evening shot?
Car Park. ‘Oh, a space?’
A not-very-good-looking nosh was enjoyed, all the same.
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I stirred. Past wind and then blood from 
. The seine caught me out big time this morning!
Appointment either waited on, transport to be arranged for. Worried in case the time and dates would clash when they did arrive. Cataract repair and new Cornea at the QMC EENT Centre. They cannot do the cataract in the left eye until the right one is done and settled. Then there is Glaucoma in the left eye; and Saccade in the right eye… Tsk! I’ll never live long enough to get them done! I was looking forward to seeing what St. Peter looks like at the gates, as well. Hehehe!
The Coppice, next visit in February. Brain Scans are to be done to find out which type of Doreen Dementia I have.
The DVT Clinic and the Warfarin anticoagulation Clinic appointments have been cancelled and may or may not be reissued.
Going back in apparently in a fortnight, as the catheters are not clearing the bladder of urine at all.
, or heavens above, with the guilty of giving me many a tumble 
… or not.
Carer Kara called – medications done, chinwag for a bit, and catheter checked.
or Carer Lisa (guessing here, can’t remember who came, really). But the bags had gone later.
were rather 
numerous, which cost me a lot of time.
Almost got caught out again with the new small catheter pouch.
I soon had it sorted out.
Did I mention the tea and porridge?
Or crap parking?
Milky wee-wee?
! Well, why not?
, things could be better!
TTFNski!
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Two morning photos were taken between the multitude of messy, spongy, gooey 
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Teatime rains
Around 19:30 hrs. Wonderful sky!
Well, fancy that!
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.
Very nice, too, it was.
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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!
❹ I hastened ASAP to the wet room. But: unfortunately, ❺ 
I decided as I was in there, to get the 
After what seemed like hours… Oh, it was! Getting the bag, Porcelain Throning, ablutioning and getting dressed, I returned to the front room.
Had left it a mess last night. Hadn’t taken the waste bags with him or cleaned the medicine pot.
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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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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…