Catheter Contraption Back in again

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Things were going so slowly and messy last night. It was about 03:00hrs this morning before I collapsed in a confused and tired condition mentally, into the the second-hand shop bought ten years ago £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. I nodded of quickly, waking
three hours later, to one hell of a slow, single current that crawled up from the ankle to my crutch!
Leaving a never-felt-before tingling sensation at the end of .
As I checked the nocturnal pouch, I discovered the urine looked murky, to say the least. Yet it was not such a deep colour today.

I’m still in control. I must remember to take some Senna tablets later on.I had a go at the old puzzle book. It’s full of incomplete crosswords over the years. It still is after this effort.
I didn’t find a single solution, and I had no success with the evacuation struggle. Then I washed and got the computer booted up. They don’t use that term much nowadays, do they?
Morning Carer Richard arrived. Sorted out the medications for me. He looked well for an end-of-shift call, bless him.
I took these four photographicalisations from the kitchenette window… no, I didn’t, sorry. I went iknto the balcony, opened a window and took these four shots from my left to the right.
Then, I made another trip to the Porcelain Throne, hopes high, as the last visit was not so painful.
But still failed to pass!

Back on the computer again.
I found the ‘lost’ photograph of the meals from yesterday. I recall not taking it until I was well over halfway of eating it.
I think I worked out why I couldn’t find them on Sunday.
Carer Chris told me how to download the photos from the camera that I’d take without an SD card in it. I reckon I’d been leaving the SD card in the camera slot and connecting the USB thingamajig, but with the SD in the camera, it couldn’t reach them. Obvious now, come to think of it. Hehehe!

to change my catheter contraption. He was in a hurry. I diagnosed that straight away. But she did not rush me. It was I think, it was who came. She was the nurse who was called last visit when the other one could not get the tube back in Little Inchie. This time, it was the reverse; Sarah couldn’t get it back in. She lost even more time, needing around 20 minutes to get it in, but she did it. 🧡 She put in extra pain gel twice cause she realised how much it was hurting me. I suspect my howling, arghing, wincing & the tears running down my cheeks may have been a clue. Haha!

Off Sharon flew, and I got seated on the computer chair.
After a few minutes on CorelDrawing, I felt a distinct sensation of liquid running down my left leg. I investigated.
Yes, the tube catheter’s top tube connection had fallen out, leaving some urine in my slipper and even more on the carpet!
Also, but not only that, the contraption was fitted in the wrong size. I am now in frustration mode. To make things worse, they had fitted a wide extra-long master tube, and I now have to do the impossible without agony being involved along the line, of reaching down to my ankle to get to the pouch’s on-off tap! Cragknangles!
The leg straps had opened, causing the pouch to sink even lower down my leg. The exit tube is now resting and leaking again on the top of my foot!
Misfortune means bad luck or the state of having bad luck. Break misfortune into its parts, and you get mis- meaning bad and fortune, meaning chance or luck. Sometimes, it can feel like misfortune follows you. Picture it as a gloomy psychic named “Miss Fortune” who can only see the bad things in your future. Mine are named EQ, & Alto Inchie.

Lamb meat (shredded) with extra-thick gravy, mint, and oven chips. Wholemeal Bread thins and a dessert pot.
Nice!

As I washed the pots, Dizzy Dennis hit me and continued to do so for the rest of the night.
Carer Precious did the last two calls, but there are no other details available in the grey cells. I felt out of sorts and unbelievably tired. I even felt off balance while sitting down.

The nocturnal catheter pouch was most uncomfortable attached to the overly long, thick-tubed new day setup.
No matter how tired I was, sleep from here on was shirt-lived. I was shooting awake so often. I’m not feeling too good medically or mentally at the moment. raided, every time I woke. Then depression moved into the equation, only for me to wake up with his depressionalisationing blasting away at me as I stirred awake for the umpteenth time.

TTFN

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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.

Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.

Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.

During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!

Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the , I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!

I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.

Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!

Two hours later, I was woken up by arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!

A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.

I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.

Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;

Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.

Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.

Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful

Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?

Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…

TTFN

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