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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 
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The nocturnal catheter pouch was the brownest it’s been for a while.
First photographs.
Second photographs.
All in, up and running again!
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Despite the lurking and attacking throughout the busy day, computer and camera problems, Seizure Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, and Electric Shocking Sherida, there was an element I’ve not experienced since… Oh, let me think… erm… 2007!
I got the pouch and went through the same routine as yesterday. Throwing the bag around and shaking the ultra-thick tube until the flow restarted and the blowback pains eased. The nocturnal pouch filled very quickly. Once I’d got the night bag off, the farting diddy day bag filled up straight away. I had to keep emptying it all day. The bending down so often upset Dizzy Dennis. But as of now, 17:05hrs, just the one tumble, but I didn’t go down on the floor; I fell in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. 
I sensed the blood coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and made for the wet room to clean and medicate things. Pain and blood, but no evacuations of anything else. I gave up and started to do my other ablutionary duties. Teggies, nasal clearing, earhole olive-oiling, then got shaving. A few nicks here and there, but I’ve had far worse. A good body scrubbing, no areas missed off. Hehe! 
and the man’s breasts with a barrier cream. I left the painful one till last. Dang, dang, dang, Dang! The Nerisone ointmentating of poor Little Inchies fungal lesion. Now how can I describe the pain when I 
rub it in? Dire, agonising, grinding, yes, they’ll do! 
The list was lingering this morning.
turned up and looked after me; it was grand. She rang the Doctors for me, making an appointment for Saturday, October 6th, for the Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) vaccination. Chloe looked at the catheter mess and rang the District Nurses for me. Someone will come out today to check it over. Iceland delivery arrived while she was here. She helped bring the bags in and assisted me in putting some of 
them away. Bless her. She took the waste bags with her as she left. Thank you, Chloe.
it or tried to spread No-Nutter Butter on it!
rap substitutes will be sent; as for the crushing of the fresh food…
Two hours later, as I hope you can see in this photo, I’m glad Carer Sham saw it to prove I was not crying wolf. Sham told me the urine in the day bag was equal to a seven on the NHS chart. The tube was again blocked with brown urine, and the flow-back sensation in the bladder was uncomfortable; I put that mildly, mind you.
The drizzle drop stopped, and I got the Kodak to take this shot from the kitchenette window.
Two sunset photos were taken as I went to check that I’d not left the oven on high and the hot water tap running, too. Tsk! 
Everything is in place; I got the oven warming up for the potatoes. Carer Chris arrived.
Chris took some snaps of me on the computer without me realising while he was making up the medications. I found them on the camera after he’d gone. Bless him. Here’s one of them. I must have been in mid-moan status as I appeared to be grumbling over something on the computer screen. Another cock-up?
The cook-in-the-bag beef and gravy that looked so fatty would be cooked in the microwave oven. It takes five minutes, but I found the nouse to use the necklace timer as I put the potatoes in the preheated oven. I knew that they would take around 40 minutes, so I set the timer on my neck for 30 minutes, and then I got the meat in the microwave. 
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were rare today, as indeed they were last night in bed, only had three.
I noticed that the finger’s mystery blue patches were back again. They don’t hurt, and it’s not often I can say that about my ailments, especially the catheter tube giving Little Inchy so much stick!
The cut lip from yesterday’s 
was scabbing up already. I could see it later on, and the blood flowed.
I opened the window to take this shot but got wet in the rain.
Sorted the waste bins into one bag.
The end car park mudslide was building up.
tube was so painful this morning.
It took him ages, as the bayonet in the socket had a bit of plastic broken off, making it difficult to fit it in, but he did it. The replacement bulb had a clear glass. Boy, it’s got a bright light; neither of us could believe it.
Carer Sam arrived. I was telling her about the problem and pain with the Catheter. (Which, incidentally, eased off a lot of hours later.) However, the 
pains started almost the second Little Inchie got some respite. 
Still raining!
I think this was an unintentional snap that I took. I’m not sure what I Kodak-Tim’d.
Then the pain lessened, still there, but far less severe.
It’s still raining!
Took this shot later. Came out fairly well.
It reminded me of my cyber buddy, Tim Price in New Mexico. He’s a clever photographer and naturist, amongst other qualities. He lives near a bosque, and his photographs of the local Owls are just great. Here’s one in particular that I think should be in a nature or art gallery. 
This one is how it looks now! Wet!
I think the rain is easing off.
Ten minutes later – Yes, at last!
Well, that should have been easy enough.
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Eurgh!
Itchy ankles and legs. Multi-coloured?
Used the new razors… well, I say new; I bought them years ago and lost them. But the Social Lady and District Nurse found them when cramming the stuff in the spare room when making space for the bed. Haha! 
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Well, had to go again…
Haemorrhoid swabs were medicated in the sink.
Kitchen first, first one not so good…
Ah, much betterer!
I decided to house up the spuds before the get more growth on them. Last of the Leicester Red Cheese, and later on, to make cheesy baked potatoes. 
The sun tried suddenly to get through the gaps in the clouds, beautiful!
Not sure why I took another shot?
A later snap.
Sunsetting.
Closer shot…
Ah, I missed the stand… Tsk!
Another improvement?
The Cheesy Potato Feast!
made sure of that!
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04:00hrs: 300ml of urine this morning.
I got on with the blogging straight away…
Well, with a few interruptions from Liberty-Global.
internet may become more stable.
Grunglenuts!
This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag.
Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway.
And the throw for the bed on the flat airer.
The socks kept slipping off of the bars.
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The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & tw
This was when I noticed an odd sock among them.
Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer.
Folded the seven diabetic socks.
And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Wet or what?
Yes, wet!
The left side was even worse.
The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale.
300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch! 
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, 
ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
blood trickling down my leg.
I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay. 
I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again.
This one came out lighter without the flash.
by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with precious 
, I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again: 
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving. 
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uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to 
contraption.
The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me.
Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour!
Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
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session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!
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No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the
were all spouting water out?
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I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog.
on for twenty minutes, and off again!
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. 
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Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? 
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Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: 
I’m getting fed up with this crap!
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gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again,
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! 
Bootiful!
Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10.
; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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The ankles were a smidge swollen, and the ankle ulcers were more prominent than they usually are. No pains, though.
After a pot of porridge, onto the computer.
Two photos of rare morning glimpses of the sun.
Not good ones, mind.
An absolute pleasure doing some pareidoliaing
Especially with these cloud-creatures in view.
Bootiful!
At last, the urine had cleared on the third emptying.
But, on the seventh one… Oh, dearie me!
Tatters in the slow cooker.
Back to the brown beauties!.
Nightie-night!
What a series of changes in colour. Never seen this before.
came again. No signs of the laundry being found. This could be costly; three dressing gowns, a bath towel, woolly hats, the Carers’ chair throw, and likely more stuff that went into the bag and will have to be replaced. That is if I don’t mysteriously find the bag hidden somewhere… and 
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I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of…
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Darker now, no sign of a sunset…
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