City Hospital Urology – Inchie Today

INCHIE TODAY: Tuesday 24th January 2023

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Having got to kip so late last night, I resisted getting up every time the jumping awake occurred… but when I needed to get up… Zzzz!
Thus, it was gone at 07:00hrs when I rose, and that was reluctantly. The first thing needed was to take off the .
Which was containing some urine that looked like there might be some blood in it, judging by the colour. However, my having protanopia (Colour-Blindness to reds), you can decide for me, please.

Then I detached the , and emptied and packed it up for disposal. And the need for the arose. So, I meandered to the wet room.

I found a spoon used last night in the dressing gown pocket. How and why it was in there… I don’t know. But it was. An uncomfortably messy, Trotsky Terence-controlled, gooey splattery session again. still, cleaning it up was not as painful as usual.

I went into the kitchenette and got the kettle on.

Taking this photo while waiting for the kettle to boil. Before it did, I had to nip back again for more activities.
, as it was filling up a bit urgently.

With it being such a small day bag, the smallest ever used; I was concerned that if I failed to check it, an could well happen, and the overfilled bag may burst?

The Ocado order I believed I’d slotted for next Tuesday – arrived!
I am!

I got a call from Meridian’s Tina, asking me to ask if the Urology nurse arrived for her to call Tina. I said I would, and I noted it on the pad.

But it was a treat that I will still eat!
Hahaha!

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I’m so glad I emptied the part filled now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.

The Urology Nurse arrived.
I told her of the terrible pains and bleeding I was having from Little Inchie. She took a look and was surprised at the amount of blood and puss. She set about cleaning it up. Then adjusted the tubing and clips on the for me. Ah, so much less painful now! I thanked her.
I assumed she had brought some new s for me. She reminded me to keep drinking and then ran Tina. Who came up to talk to the nurse. I could not hear what they were speaking about, though. But I assumed it was about the supply of the bags.
The nurse departed with my thanks.
Tina made me a mug of tea. Then she departed with my thanks.

I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.

As the night began to fall…

I took this photo.

arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.

Back on the computing lark.

I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
I think they were from Jenny. I must ring to thank her.

Arrived, theoretically, to attach the to the … But she discovered that we had no night pouches that we could use!!!
I had no choice other than accept it and stay up awake all night. I believe there is no way the day bag is big enough to cope with all the night wee-weeing without bursting.
Can I stay awake, though? This is going to be an unwanted stressful struggle I could do without!

Can I ever be free of worries?
I suppose not?

Evening night shot from the kitchen window.

With staying up late, I’d lost any sense of time.
And thoughtlessly rang Jenny to thank her for the tablets she’s kindly posted through the letterbox for me earlier.

♫ Food, Glorious Food! ♫

Worra meal!
Taste rating: 8/10

In mu efforts to stay awake and monitor the tiny day bag, I made many pots of tea, nibbled an unhealthy amount of Cheesy Curls and Vinegar flavoured Quavers, and even sat on the end of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, so if I did nod off, hate jolt of slipping off the chair should wake me. It didn’t work!

I fell asleep; I’d estimate at 04:00hrs.
Woke up at 06:00hrs, and I had to empty the tiny catheter bag.

Another day of cock-ups, got through!

Inchie Today – Wednesday 11th January 2023

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THE PAROLE BOARD WILL CUT IT SHORT!

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DVT Nurse, then the Urology Nurse Fiona, who called twice; First, to take off the catheter and scan the bladder and returned to scan again. She was not so happy with this one. and to see how and if the urine was flowing. She’s coming back tomorrow to do another bladder scan, with ink inserted. And if necessary, to put the catheter back in. Oh, dearie me! Amazon delivery. Important letters arrived. Trotsky Terence was in full charge of the many messy Porcelain Throne usages. I took a tumble in the hallway. Got to stop taking the Anti whatsit capsules… but may need to start taking them tomorrow according to the ink reading results on the scanner. I’m thoroughly confused now. Although this is nothing unusual.

Burnt fingers on the oven. Then I lost the mobile phone. Found it four hours later… I prefer not to say where I found it… Oh, go in then… It was in the oven!?!? Luckily the oven was not on. The question is, why and how did I put it in there in the first place? Pass!

So, an even busier day, the photos and graphics will get put on. Many memory blanks, it’s getting late already and I’ve not started the blog graphics yet.

Two morning photos were taken between the multitude of messy, spongy, gooey visits suffered.
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Potatoes are put in a slow cooker around 08:00hrs.
Got taken out around 21:00hrs.

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Got the Night Catheter off.

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The eighth visit to the .

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The ninth visit to the .

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Nurse Fiona arrived, she was a breath of fresh air, Bless Her! (Yes, I fell in love again!) She was here for well over an hour. When she’d painlessly removed the catheter from Little Inchie, she did a bladder scan.
Too much urine in the bladder. Back to water drinking. That amount of urine should have been released into the catheter. She said she’ll return later in the afternoon to have a look. Constantly reminding me to drink, drink, drink! Hehe!
So I drunk!

The Asda order arrived

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Made sure I guzzled water while putting the food away!

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Delivery

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Bit naughty with the biscuits?

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Cut back on this order

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Although… maybe not enough? Haha!

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When Fiona returned, I’d shrank a two-litre bottle of Valley Spring water. A one-litre Sunrise water and a flavoured 2-litre Elm Water.
I showed Fiona the water bottle for the urine and the drops I’d passed, and Fiona seemed happy enough with my efforts. She asked me to try and pass again, which I did, but not a lot. Seeing the liquid changed her mood a smidgen, And she did another bladder scan there and then.
She, or someone else, will return tomorrow with a different scanner. I don’t think she was impressed with whatever it was that the scanner revealed. She repeated that if I can’t pass more water, they will have to refit the Catheter in the morning; if so, I’m to restart taking the Acute Pyelonephritis capsules.
It’s all go here!

Teatime rains

Around 19:30 hrs. Wonderful sky!

Carer Kara and Joseph called during the day. Kara will try to contact Easy-Link to get a lift to the Coppice Mental Health Hospital for me. And contact Easy Link about whether or not I owe them or they’ve taken the money out.

Well, fancy that!

Straps were left by Fiona in case the catheter has to go back on tomorrow.
at the thought of it!

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.

Did the late call on me. Checked the Meds, taps, and cooker. He wrote a message in marker pen on the fridge door, as he knew I was abbot to cook my belated meal of the day, to remind me to turn off the taps and cooker.

Early morning nosh prepared.
Very nice, too, it was.
Flavour Rating 8.5/10.

Evening all – No! – MORNING ALL

Inchie Today: Friday 6th January 2023

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A Short On Detail one – sorry

Oh, Worra shame – nearly got three High Norms on the trot!

Not-so-good photos

Old gay… I man day, catheter.

The challenge of the ablutioning and dressing.
But all went well.
No idea why I took this shot?

Bleeding and weeing. Hehehe!

A late showing moon?

Easy Link Transport to the Doctors.
The doctor doubts that the rib pains are connected
to the urine infection but offered no diagnosis.
Sent a prescription to the chemist for more antibiotics.
Easy-Lift ran me to the chemist to collect.
Then back to the flats.
Then lifted me to the hospital.
I was very far too early, but I was prepared with the
crossword book, pen and reading glasses.
Signed in at reception, and a full hour and a half
before the appointment, I was taken through to
the procedure room. The nice nurse sat me
down and told me someone would fetch me later…
20 seconds later, I was collected and taken into the
action room with the laser, camera probes &
colour monitor…
Although, in some ways, I enjoyed this
I was just dropping my trews to take down the PPs, and just
as I lost balance, the leg dance had me over, tumbling to the floor!
And three delicate-looking beautiful nurses and a doctor ran to my aid.
I think I enjoyed that bit, not the tumbling mind.
They soon had me on my back, strapped the shaking PN’s right side,
and began the procedure. I managed to get a few peeps of
my innards on the monitor.
I also enjoyed having the blood wiped away afterwards.
Free of Cancer was declared!
Cause of the tumble, they put me in a chat and wheeled me on the way back to the reception area and kindly ask how I was to get home. Thinking I was shaken up and not fit to go on the bus, told me a receptionist would phone a taxi for me.
When the gawk came to me, I asked if she could call Easy link to see if they had anyone free, if not, I’d get the bus. But Easy-Link came and took me back to the flat. in no time at all!
I was over the moon with the results, and for the first time in many a day, felt really close to being content... But I knew deep inside this could not last long. It’s so out of the ordinary, strange, indeed weird for me to feel this way..
Back to the flat, and emptied the new catheter; while wondering how much I’d been charged on my account for the three Easy-Link trips today… but they were invaluable to me.
The workers had placed matting on the lobby floor.
Up in the lift, took a selfie in the reflection on the wall.
A letter was received as I got inside. Too small to see.
Changed the new Catheter… looks a bit bubbly to me?
Had a wash and removed the hospital tab. Last time at the City Hospital Urology. I was given a blue one, and today upgraded to red? Hehehe!
I made a lovely meal for myself. However the of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, were at it again!
The picture I took of the rather good-looking and tasty meal was not on the SD card… Yet again!
Got around to updating this blog, but it would not let me load any pictures? Got various messages that only confused me more.
Gave up after an hour of trying my best but failing to get it to work. (WordPress)

CarerJozeth arrived in a rush. Medications sorted.

Carer Kara arrived. Told her of my problem with WordPress, and while she was looking, it started to work again; were photos going on??? She got the medications sorted, fitted the night catheter, and asked about how the procedure went. ♥

Had a go on this blog, and around eleven PM, had to go for my fifth Porcelain Throne Visit since getting home.
AN INCHIE RECORD OR TWO BROKEN DURING THIS ENDLESS SERIES OF VISITS!

I KID YOU NOT!

❶ 23:45hrs: Struggled with the night bag to the . Sticky, gooey, smelly, not much of it.
❷ 23:54: ❸ 23:59: A second wave arrived while wiping my bum! Sticky, gooey, smelly, not much of it.
❹ 00:06: Sticky, gooey, smelly, now watery, not much of it… ❺ Only striated to bum wipe, and a dirty great dollop of almost liquid shot out! A Hat Trick on this visit! ❻ Sticky, gooey, smelly, and much more of it this time!
❼ 00:19hrs: I was soon back in the wet room, Night Catheter in hand, and getting worried now – Will it ever stop? Of course, the answer was not yet.
❽ 00:22hrs: I tried to get down to kip. But inevitably, another controlled mixture of goo and liquid literally burst out of the rear end, spraying and pebble-dashing the chinaware, my bum and the toilet! It arrived before I could get seated!
Cleaning up with one hand while trying not to step on the night bag tubing or drop and burst the bag, using a picker-upper with disinfected kitchen roll paper, and not falling over to clean up – I proved was impossible!
Clouted the forehead on the floor cabinet, pulled the new Catheter grips loose, and the night bag valve started leaking.

Naturally, there was no self-pity or feeling sorry for myself, cursing or swearing from me… Oh, no. –

Sweet Morpheus Arrived!