Catheter Cathleens Contraption – Page 8

INCHIE: Thursday 6th April 2023 The Whoopsiedangleplop Fiesta day!

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OVERVIEW: Still flat-bound. No s nor any more of the 3 weeks overdue prescription medications received! Nothing was heard from the EENT Hospital about , or the operations possibly coming to fruition yet. Fancy that!

The first, and only one up to now, visit proffered an evacuation deposit that took ten minutes to push and coax out. Cost some blood and was painful, tearing some of the poor . Although the main issue was rock solid and clunked against the porcelain, it was followed by some messy, gooey, smelly mush! As I have often said: This daily agony, bleeding, frustrations, and many ailments, botherations, and failures do not bother me in the slightest. I only cried for two minutes!

Gave up on sleeping, and I rose (precariously) at 045:00hrs.
Emptied the day Catheter bag, rinsed, washed & disinfected the grey wee-wee bin.
was beginning another attack as I was sorting the waste bins out. Thought I’d left the tap running at first, but it was only the poor old eyes; more specifically, it was methinks was to blame.

On refilling in auto-mode, as is the catheter’s habit, the dark colour of the wee-wee was a disappointment this morning.
Trouble, as described above, on the first visit.

Took this photo with the flash on as I went to make a brew Glengettie.
It was pitch black outside; nothing at all like this photograph came out looking.
. The flash of the flash made me think it was the moon. Hehe!
I opened the window and shuddered with the cold breeze that met me face-on.
Now this is how the morning looked in reality (Not that I’m an expert in anything regarding reality; of course)

Forgot the tea, left it on the counter and went onto the computer. Later I remembered I’d forgotten the tea, went to make another one, and took this shot of the car park below.

Carer Shaquille did for me, and then Domestic Denise arrived. Then Carer Ator or Victor, then Carer Victor… yes, I’m confused too, called.
Each break, I got lost in where I was and what I was doing on the blog. Hehehe!

Later, the sunshine tried t get through for me.
Looking a little warmer out there now.

I was getting suddenly tired again, earlier than ever?

Not sure… no, I have no idea what the heck I took this shot for.
It was supposed to show the urine colouration, but somehow or other, I took my kneecap?
Mmm?

No good, got have a sit and rest, try to get some lost kip mayhap.

No chance of any rest at all, despite my terrible tiredness and the brain and body telling me to sleep. was launching the non-stop at me.
I genuinely feared for my sanity. So many worries, past and present, were zooming into my mind… none getting any solutions, ever-changing subjects. Me getting more and more agitated at my incapabilities to get things sorted… self-loathing and mixed in here and there, many a pathetic whimpering moment of self-pity. I spent hours stewing in my thoughts – so frustrated… Maybe the worst two hours of the week. Defeat and impotence & inadequacy to face and actually tackle any of the worries. No one to help me with this… mind you, is there anyone capable of helping me get the medications and the catheter night pouches delivered? Or to get me online so I can get into my banking details? Something has to change here. I’m struggling.

Mind Blank for an hour or two after I got up to make a meal. Seems the ‘Meal’ was a vegan burger, cob, cheese curls & some beetroot. Buggered, if I can recall eating it at all? But this photo found on the SD card found in the morning proves I must have.
More forgotten photos: This shot of the sky on the right must have been taken in the afternoon… I shouldn’t wonder, perhaps, possibly, maybe… but that really is a guess with the darker clouds? Of course, I could it be a well-off estimate. (I’m good at this and getting things wrong – a bit of an expert?)
Also found this one. Judging by the sun going down, I must have taken this one from 18:30 to 20:30hrs. Again, there is a slight possibility that I might be wrong about this as well. No memory of taking it remains to access, in ‘s abode. That being my Brain, of course.
Aha, these night pictures showing the moon from the kitchenette window triggered a flash of memory for me!

If I’m right, I’d had to get up to take a painkiller as I laid there in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, & itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner and waiting fruitlessly for sleep to arrive. I decided to make a brew of Thompsons’ Punjana tea and spotted Mr Moon up there in the sky.
Yes, I recall it now; I remember being disappointed in my efforts. Laughing it off, I meandered hobblingly over to the sink and got the pots washed. Got them done, and could I find the camera? Nope!
My tired muddled mind mused of this. An in-depth search was started, drawers, cupboards, cabinets, fridge, cooker and oven, window ledge, the floor, and all corners/edges… Now panic was setting in. Had I somehow dropped it out of the window? Surely not; there is a strap on it. I always use that; I thread my skinny wrists through it or put it over my head.. BOING! In fact, , mayhap
I looked down at the camera hanging down from the cord around my neck and resting on my man breasts!

I was not happy with myself, and self recriminationalisationing commenced. The insults and language used were positively atrocious. As if I’d not had enough humiliation for one day (Again!). I returned the camera to its usual location. To be frank, I just wanted to take some sleeping pills and hide away in peace for a while with Sweet Morpheus. Is that too much to beg for? But, no chance of that! Oh… No!
The need for the arrived. The timing narked me a smidge. Obviously, I was well-tensed-up to start with. And the need was becoming more urgent; I had no choice other than to hasten to the wet room…
Giving the door frame edge a shoulder charge that any Welsh rugby fan would have been proud of. This prompted along with shaking into action. They both kept at it all night long. Only to be joined for an hour or so by .

My battle to get to sleep was interrupted when sweet . needed to be emptied.
I found that my usually rather anaemic, cadaverous, or eidolic leg colour was transmogrifying into a deep red in the extremities?

Now, this could be my INR level being too high or low,
No blood test for over a month, so how will I know?
My ankles were swollen; this will sound bizarro…
Do you see the valve leaking? Colour of cappuccino.
Or maybe rather more like a Cinzano,
The valve opened AGAIN of its own accord…
I took this photograph to record the problemo…
I’ll take it with me to show St. Peter when I go,
There may be fisticuffs, though!

It cost me an hour to clean up the mess and myself again.
The moment I got back down in the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner; Just what I needed, a return of the Thought Storming!

Gave-up the silly thoughts of sleeping around 04:00hrs and got the ablutionalisationing done. Humph!

INCHIE: Wednesday 5th April 2023

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After last night’s near disaster with the computer – that resigned me to the fate of the computer’s death. I was worried stiff, and convinced that it was Kaput! Dead, finished! Now how can I get through, with no computer to order food in, get in touch with the bank (not that I can now, will have to rely on Kara to help me out once again, bless her, in getting online with the bank. Without the computer, this is mission impossible;
Thus another sleepless night. Ailments kept waking me up. Doreen’s Dementia made concentration out of the question, but did it get me panicking a little… alright then, a lot!
Yet this morning, things seemed back to normal with the computer?
Carer Kara arrived for the first call of the day. I do love seeing her. I
was going to ask her again if she fancied adopting me as a grandad… but forgot too. Humph! She changed the catheter bag for me, gave me the medications and explained about the medication cock-up with the chemist.
Then she called someone about the night bag shortages. Telling me the clinic will send me some to the flat. Super-Gal!
We had a natter, and off she trotted, taking the waste bag with her.

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I was amazed and overjoyed (Naturally, this did not last long). When
then the computer came on, it seemed to be operating correctly-ish.
Of course, I’d lost track of where I was up to, what I had done, and what needed doing next to the blog. Although there’s nothing new about this!

The first trip to the proved to be a slight improvement on the previous day’s evacuation efforts. But worryingly, there was deep red and thick textured blood for the first time in weeks.
I’m a smidgen concerned about the lack of any haematology nurses arriving for three weeks now to take some blood to analyse the INR (Warfarin) level. Has someone told them I’ve snuffed it, so I don’t need to bother?
Also, I only have a part pack of Warfarin left in the medical drawer? Only one tube of Fenbid Forte, No Codeines, Paracetamol, No Lanzoprazole, No Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers), No Furesomide (Water tablets),
or any Prochlorperazine tablets. Not to mention ‘s, or rather the absence of!
Carer Kara rang about these for me this morning to try and get some that the chemist says he cannot get a hold of at all! This is not good! The continence team will try an alternative bag to see if these are in stock.
This drawer has never been emptier. NHS problems? Pharmacy problems? Supplier problems? I’m also on the last few dregs of the Chloramphenicol Eye Drops.
Thank heavens for Carer Kara’s help.

She returned later the second call and tried to get through to the bank to ask for written statements and get me online. But it was an on-hold call that the gal could not wait for, other jobs to tend to, people to be cared for. She did her best for me, but there was no answer to the calls, and she had to go through a series of questions to get through to nobody! Thanks for trying, gal! ♥ Much appreciated!

Now I can get the ablutions tended to before returning to this blog. Put the dressing gown into the laundry bag, got a new one near the wet room door, and turned on the towel airer to use later.
I’ll time it again, going on at 12:25 hours.
All done and cleared up by 14:00 hours: Best time this month. Is my luck changing… , I do ask some silly questions at times! “Is my luck changing?” Tsk!

Whipped of the fancy plaster covering the papules. Only one still leaking, and all the others seem to be reclining… no, that’s not the word. Clearing up, that’ll do betterer. Hardly any water, the pad was only damp as opposed to wet.
Then the need for me to the arose. Another vastly improved evacuation. But at the rear end, bled again. Not a single cut shaving. The teeth and gums bled a bit, though.
As for showering, I had to cope with several turns, but I seemed alert enough to avoid any tumbles.
Just the one head butting of the power box today. Right near to the spot where I hit my forehead against the double-glazed window frame edge yesterday… or whenever it was. Quite pretty looking, actually. Hehehe! It looks rather like a Hindu lady’s Sindooram?
: I got the new pad on the papules. Well, papule, still only one leaking.
Olive oil in the ear holes.
Then the painful one had to be done. Get it out of the way. It is damned difficult and Oh so painful trying to get the Daktacort© into Little Inchie, with all of the tube stuck in him and blood leaking out simultaneously! But, me being the determined, unflinching, brave, indomitable, fervid young fellow that I am, had no bother about doing the job… I gave up!
The last of the eye drops were spilt all over my cheek, nose, chin and in my mouth. I do believe mayhap, perhaps almost a molecule of the drops may have made it into one eye.
The cost-a-bloody-fortune Germoloids were massaged into my bum; to try to ease . To be fair, it did, this is a great effective ointment, but it annoys the Bank Manager, me buying it. If it gets any costlier, I may need a loan to buy it!
, along with , and an extra dollop for my annoying me today, and won’t go away, bothersome. .
Finally, the Germolene was utilised in various parts of my elephantine body. Firstly, the fold of stomach fat, next the boil at the top of my leg, and then the head wounds were given a thin coating.
was dried off, and the exit valve was tested. I’m glad I did that; it had come open when I was in the shower, unbeknownst to me then, as the urine trickled down on my bare legs and feet! Brought forth sounds of anguish when I realised I had to put the shower back on to clean up again!

16:30hrs: Going to get the early meal started now, folks.

Changed into sunglasses. I was feeling drained, nearly blind and strained. I’ll finish this in the morning. I hope!

Good Morning!
Oh, dearie me… the nosh was disappointing last night. The same ready-made meal as last night, but this one had a lot of large chunks of carrots, which would typically be welcomed, but these were undercooked! Shame! Wonder what the third one (the last in the fridge) might taste like?
Still, the oven-baked potato chunks were well cooked by yours truly. And the cheap yoghourt with lemon curd put in went down nicely.
The best I can give for Taste-Rating for this one is 4/10.

Tried to stay awake to watch ‘Heartbeat’, but no!
Carer Josef arrived and woke me up. Is there no rest in this aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner? Obviously, not a lot!
Josef medicated me and got off ASAP to let me fall asleep again, Bless him. I was soon back in the land of nod. Zzz!

Two-Hours later, from the door chime. I burst awake with a jolting, jarring, buffeting, twitching, and finally fluttered back into a semi-imitation wakefulness. Most reluctantly! But suddenly, sleep was of no interest. For it was Carer Carolynne who’d arrived.
She gave the medications and checked the taps (faucets), and the stove was not left on. A little mini natter and laugh were enjoyed, and off she trotted on her missions.
Could I get back to sleep? NO! Despite my mind and body demanding that I get more shut-eye, the brain and/or Sweet Morpheus denied me!
Hours later, I did drift off and swiftly (it felt to me) went into a dream where Grizelda and I were on a big fairground wheel – snuggling up! Great!

Then, damn it… the kicked in. AARGH!
Was I ropeable, furious, fuming, piqued, irritated, narked, depressed, or fed-up? YES! Was I once again in pain? YES! Was I suicidal? NO!

I feel my future, limited as it is, could be Panglossian

In a detrimental, foolishly-optimistic, unpropitious way…

INCHIE: Tuesday 4th April 2023

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Pickled walnuts and Gragknangles.
Another day of delays and frustrations!
Anything go-wrongable did! A day & nightmare.
No medications, catheter night pouches arrived!. Or help with the banking on the computer. Took a tumble mopping the kitchen floor!
The computer is doing really-weird things on its own accord.
No chance of getting the blog done. So it’ll be a quick blog. Had to ask Carer for help with the Wilko order after getting in a mess with it.
I am honestly getting to the end of my tether.
20:45 hrs and this is as far as I’ve got with it.

And red hat went to the laundry and never got back!

Fair colour after the first pouch emptying..

Took the pad off of the geyser legs. Getting in a mess with it

Walked around taking photos after investigating why I’d been woken up.
Eerie.

Red sky morning shot.

Housing view.

Carer Kara watched as I put a new pad on.

Asda Order arrived. Daffodils for the Carers

The fridge filled up;

Fair colour after the third pouch emptying.

Afternoon sunshine.

Sun got through.

Evening sunset of sorts.

Nosh

Base of the meal, ready-made.

A photo with the camera cover dropped down.
Unintended, of course!
Meal served up; With added oven bakes potato chunks.
Plain yoghourt with lemon curd added.
Smashing Meal!

Sleep was another grind! Getting to sleep was hard work…
Staying asleep was harder work…
Between then, , and
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was active throughout the ever-wakening night, as well.

Morning All!

INCHIE TODAY: Tuesday 11th April 2023

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A day of great disappointments and frustrations
The Throne visits again in control of Trotsky Terence, which meant hours spent filling the bowl with water from the kitchen to refill the WC tank that is not refilling on its own. I’ll not mention owt about the telling-off and final warning. The catheter bag’s valve opened on its own accord. Hours spent cleaning up the carpet and freshening things. Then the dreaded Blue Screen returned on the computer. No idea how I got it going again… but it’s not a happy computer at all. Told me to reinstall Windows! Not the foggiest idea of how to do it, and didn’t have the original password for when the computer was first activated, so couldn’t even try! I’m lost here, just waiting for the final death knell to come. EQ tells me it’s on the way. Then I slipped on the plastic sheet I’d put down on the wet-cleaned carpet and hit my chin on the cabinet on the way down. Getting up was not easy. Ten minutes ago, I dropped my pen at my feet. Could I find it? No! Got the torch and went down on one knee – HA! Great… ~I’d forgotten about the damned catheter bag, and I thought I’d been lucky it had not burst. Searched for the pen with the torch, but no sign of it, then again with my eyes? As I got up… I realised that the valve was open again, and wee-wee was trickling down the leg into the slipper again! So, no time for owt fancy, here’s all I had time for, bunging the photos on, and that took me until gone midnight! Grumph!
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Sunday.
Constantly refilling.

Carer Sam returned the laundry for me and put it away. Bless her.

Asda Delivery.
No Galaxy chocolates for the gals, no daffodils, no hocks and the flipping kitchen towels have gone up for the third time this year! Huh!

Urine was back to a good shade!.

This is where I must have caught the catheter valve.

The seasonings look well stocked.

Late nosh. Carer arrived as I plated the nosh.
She added the night bag, gave me medications
and left me to eat the meal. Bless her!
Not brilliantly baked spuds, but the vegan sausages
tasted great. The peas and beetroot were fine. But
the tomatoes were a letdown, really bitter.
Taste-Rating: 6.6/10.

And to finish…
🎵 I thank the Lord, that I possess…
more than my share of happiness! 🎵

TTFN

INCHIE: Wednesday 12th April 2023

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The regular waking-up time visit to the Porcelain Throne was delayed as I struggled to get the night pouch free of the day bag. So, my arrival was a little late. I assumed it would be like the last three days of Trotsky Terence’s ‘Splurt-splash, all done’ routine. I was wrong! After a few minutes of no action, I grabbed the pen and crossword book, thinking this could be a while. I was right!

I had to cheat for three answers, but I completed crossword 29, and still, no movement from the rear end. Yet the innards were telling me I needed an evacuation? I doubted the authenticity of these feelings and rose from the Throne to check and clean things if needed; they weren’t.
As I was putting my dressing gown on, I felt things moving… I was only a pace away from the WC, but I only made it back on the seat just in time!
I joke not here nor exaggerate; the evacuated matter wouldn’t have filled a coffee cup! And over the rest of the day, I got repeated messages from the innards to return to the again. It fooled me again twice; the other ten times, I boldly ignored it! Up to now; 18:47hrs, no more evacuations. The stomach is getting bloated, and the messages continue?
Carers Jo-Anne, Kara and Chloe tended to me today. One more call to put the night bag on for me, safety check, taps cooker etc, and issue any painkillers or Peptac needed.
Again a struggle with the computer, but did get to answer a comment and get the site of Doug in the US of A. But trying direct from the site just doesn’t work most of the time. There will be a reason for this; the likeliest is . Is it something I’m doing wrong, or Putin or the Parole Board Murderers have hacked into my computer?
One highlight, I shaved around the lesion on the chin without drawing blood.
Rain and wind were on and off, but it didn’t last for long. Got a decent photo, though. That’s if I had the SD card in.
Around tea time, rang from the front door. It was a tenant that I’d not seen before from the lower floor – the instant I opened the door, I could smell the burning… seemed like a cooking mishap to me. The chap was in his dressing gown too, even a similar colour; of course, I looked nattier with having partly on show. Hehehe! He was checking we were alright and nervous about where the smell was coming from. It was potent after opening the door; it’s stayed smellable in here ever since. I didn’t see any emergency vehicles arrive.
Late again getting this started, but I did lose more time in adding the snippets, which I love doing.
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Good colour

Computer… still going. Fingers crossed!

The first wind & rain just starting.

Frit me to death!

Very good!

Rain back.

After the rain.

Late afternoon, bootiful!

Potatoes in the crock pot.

Stew looks good, just added the potatoes.

20:00hrs Gorgeous sight!

Going to get the nosh done now.

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Carer arrived as I was taking the fodder through to the room to eat it.
Kindly let me have the nosh as it was not keeping warm, then did the night pouch fitting & medications.
A much better effort tonight. It was not as hot as I’d intended it to be, but a great improvement on last night’s sad affair. Taste: 7/10

The moment I got down in search of sleep, it was as if someone had turned on a power switch. invaded the brain. I put the TV on to watch some rubbish, and somehow the brain coped with the crap on the TV along with the marauding waves of cruel thoughts – shame, guilt, etc., and a nasty few moments of reliving past mistakes! Humph!

Haveth a Great day, folks!