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Due to circumstances beyond my Dementia, physical capabilities destruction, frustrating lack of control of my body and brain… Well, it sounded good to me. It’s true! Hehe! And the visit to the Doctor, which is just a blank in my mind now. Thanks to Dementia Doreen, I have never been so confused in my entire life about what going on around me as I do this morning (Friday); Time forced me to limit this Inchie Today diary. That old killer, ‘Time’, forces me to do this, Hope to be back to the old format later. Broken sleep dominated the day – as was being demanded from my body and brain!
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Today, mostly stolen from memory, distorted and warped by the avaricious, covetous, cruel Doreen Dementia, and hassles and complications from the
I’m only putting in what I think I know happened today.
Up and in the wet room to tackle getting the ablutions done in readiness for the visit to the Doctor. Lift arranged with the Easy-Lift charity, volunteer drivers and a reasonable charge.
This session went fantastically well. Well, apart, that is, from the 
controlled evacuation. Not so much a torpedo, more like a nuclear submarine! Hahaha! But no bleeding with it.
It felt so good to get a shave, shower etc., after so many days of inability to do so. But, this and the medicationalisationings, then dressing was timed. It took me 2hrs-25minutes! The longest ever! But at least I’m still doing it on my own. The main reasons were the catheter, extra time shaving, my not having had a shave for days, and the 
struggle.
I’m dreading it hewn Doreen gets worse, and I have to pay for some carer to clean me. When it comes to this stage, I don’t think I could cope with the, and perhaps 
, maybe even still having a catheter fitted as well, frightening! As the ever-present oink 
ruling the roost, I would not want to cope. Of course, it’s going to come. Not that I expect to be aware of it. So I decided to try and make the best of things until then.
Lost the plot there… off subject again. Sorry.
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Emptied the brilliant-looking urine, not a sign of any blood!
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Made a brew, and I took this morning’s view, too!
Arrived. A little vague on this visit for some reason. Maybe we talked of things that worried or concerned me, and I went into denial mode and filed memories away from my own grasp? But this happened later in the day at the Doctors and is a new trait that conceivably I can expect in the future?
Got the outer clothing on and readied to go to catch the lift. I checked the taps, heating, stove etc., and then I rechecked them.
Down to the lobby. The Easy-Link minibus arrived two minutes later. And ~I was on my way to Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice. The fiver dropped me at the entrance; I thanked him and went into the surgery with my EQ telling me this would not go well. Naturally, no details, He sometimes gives a type of upset, jealousy, fear, greed or something of that nature as a guide for me. He was right!
Worryingly, a ‘Haze’ Came over me when the man spoke to me when I got into the room with him. EQ was talking gibberish to me in the background throughout the meeting? As I said, this was worrying!
No idea why or what caused this, but I spent the rest of the day in this state. Utter confusion, what the hell was going on? Was all I recall thinking?
Bits and pieces of the session remain, but others are vague and mixed up in the ether of my brain. I may not have these memories in order, but they are all I came out of the hour-long meeting with, and I’m the least confident about actually having happened.
❶ I’ve got to stop taking Ibuprofen.
❷ Something about letting me have some Haemorrhoid cream.
The Doctor consulted, and she said I didn’t need it?
❸ He wants me to take the BP twice a day & record it for him.
❹ I’m sure they issued a prescription electronically for some anti 
powders. I mentioned that I could not fetch them today as I had an Easy-Link picking me up. ‘Why can’t you?’ He asked. ‘Because they cannot digress from the arranged route, or they are not covered by their insurance, you see.’ I replied. Your Carers should fetch it then.
❺ The only other bit I recall is telling him about the problems with the catheter, but he stopped me, ‘You must talk to Urology about that. Phone them; the number is in the book and on the web!’
I departed, and got an Easy-Link lift home at a reasonable price, thinking clarity would return once I got home. It didn’t!
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I took this photo when I made a brew of Glengettie.
I’ve no idea why, but it may come back to me.
My body was demanding sleep all of a sudden. I agreed and got the clothes off and the dressing gown on, and with drooping eyelids, I got into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and was in a deep sleep very quickly.
The carer came to give me Peptac and Paracetamol.
I was soon back asleep. Zzzz!
The Night Carer, Sarah, I think it was, came to put the 
on to the day pouch.
But; Houston, we have a problem…
The rubber attachment on the end of the 
, was longer on the end of the day pouch? So the gal could not possibly even try to have 
. Without her fitting a new day pouch. Which is not on her remit. The gal was a little concerned about what to do. I settled her nerves and told her to leave it. Hopefully, a nurse is calling tomorrow to check the new catheter; and may change it for us.
I nodded off again. Up around 01:30hrs to make a meal.
Food balancing on my belly,
Wobbling on my knee,
I turned on the telly,
Contented gastronomically,.
Again, I felt sleepy…
There was no stopping me…
Zzzz!
I woke at 041:00 hours, still feeling tired.
Had to empty the pouch and use the .
So I stayed up.
Fat, fatigued, frazzled, fearful and fed-up!
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Urine is much bloodier.
Extra painkillers imbibed.
Called. Soon off after a little one-way natter. 
Late morning photo.
Again, not a lot for the money spent!
The fridge was looking well stocked now.
Had to constantly squeeze the tubing into the catheter.
and backed-up bladder full of blood clots and urine was wearing me down.
This new day pouch is just not getting its due supply of urine. It just stays in the bladder infecting everything else in there, and then occasionally, not very often, it fills up with a rush when I can get the blood clots through.
An hour later, the red blood in the urine was turning back to the brown colour it has been for the last four days.
Caught a photo of the end of the sunset.
Ersatz bacon, spuds with some BBQ sauce, and tomatoes.
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Another horrendous day..
06:20hrs: Woke and removed the Catheter Night Pouch.
Amazed at how many times the photos of the Catheter Bags seemed to have faces, figures of animals, and other objects on them. 
Emptied the Night Catheter bag in the WC.
Took this photo when making a mug of tea.
The blood coming into the Day bag seemed thicker than ever?
Back to the Wet Room to use the Porcelain Throne.
The Co-op delivery arrived.
Yee Gods! 
The overloaded pouch only let me release a tiny drop of blood & urine.
The bloody valve in the catheter opened itself…
An interesting photo here. No idea what it’s of. Hehe!
Gotten Himmel! The new bag filled up quickly again.
Emptied the pouch.
Took a snap of the much-missed-visiting tree copse.
I see an image in this picture of the day bag. Can you?
This one reminded me of Telstar.
The new shape of the pouches was noted.
Back to the Porcelain Throne.
The bag keeps filling up so quickly?
An hour after emptying it.
Arrived and 
to the day one.
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Only a bit of blood in the first pouch emptied.
Got the slow cooker warming up.
Sunshine, the only burst all day.
Fifth bag emptying of the day.
An hour and a half later…
Iceland delivery.
Amazed to see some bread rolls.
Plenty of from in the fridge still.
I went on my fifth visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Another bag-clearing episode.
to use. Hard work using tissues alone.
Throne evacuations are still incredibly messy.
The catheter bag has filled again!
I did get a different Carer call earlier, in mistake for going to Neighbour Josie. Not that it mattered in the slightest.