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0525hrs: I woke up, smelled myself, and got up without any delay and went to the wet room. No, no, no! I’d not poo’d myself; I just noticed I had bad B.O.
I also noticed I had regrowth on my chest & a bulging tummy of freckles and tiny 
bursting pimples. The Carer took a snap of them later.
Then the call to the Porcelain Throne developed, with an added gurgling rumble; so I had to move quickly!
Emptying the pouch, I saw the dreaded signs of another bladder flow-back coming.
More of furry bits of the blasted Prostate, which tells me problems are brewing.
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Banged into the ottoman on the way back to the front room. Another bruise on the knee, and the scab from the previous knocking into or over something.
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PROBLEM ONE: I got 3 emails saying the Catheter contraption spares are to be delivered today. With the intercom still not working and no signs of it being done, I decided I had to go 
down yet again to the lobby to await its arrival at the start of the two-hour window given to me. So, I did! (Old photo used), since I didn’t take the camera.
After and short wait, the van arrived. The driver was not in a good mood – my EQ advised me to be kind to him; he was definitely tense over something. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to; I got his vibes, poor chap. Back up in the flat, he put the box in the doorway; I thanked him and shot off.
PROBLEM TWO: I foolishy bent down to lift the box, and took it through and onto the bed, for the next Carer to sort out for me. As I bent again to place the box on the bed, Snap! My back went! The agony continued for several hours before the blessed snapping-back into position came while I was sitting on the loo! I can’t complain; this is the first time it’s gone in… well, at least 6 months, if not longer. Â
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Ejaz came and checked the contents: nocturnal pouches and day pouches, both with T-tap closures, day bag straps and Catheter top strap. Insert the tubes and vital pain-gel into Little Inchie before inserting the new tube, or when changing the whole contraption. I think they now realise and expect, as I do, that I’m going to get flowback agony again and need it released more often than ever. I think the fluffy bit coming out in the urine is because it’s bound to block it again eventually. I cringe at the thought of the pain I get when this happens.Â
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PROBLEM THREE: I wanted to call the Surgery to say the INR Warfarin test was not done yesterday. I also wanted to speak with them about the text message saying I have to go to the Surgery or hospital to have it done tomorrow and that I must take a Carer with me. I wanted to explain the problems with taxi costs, Carer costs, and that I can’t get extra calls without a few days’ notice anyway (Basically).
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I emailed Jenny about my problem. (She’s so knowledgeable, and I always ask her for guidance, which she gives freely 💗.) She advised me to email the Surgery. So, I did!
I bothered Jenny again, and she gave me links to find out why the message was blocked. I clicked…
Ah, now I know. Thanks, Jennyđź’ś
Found this at the bottom of the page…
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BOOKING AN APPOINTMENT if you dare!Â
Couldn’t Be Simpler (I lie!)
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CONFUSING PROBLEM FOUR: Still unsolved.
Complicated too. A phone call: I received it from the Doctor’s Surgery. They said they had arranged a COVID injection, gave me a date, and they would do it at the flat. Great so far… It got me in a tizzy when she added, “We couldn’t arrange yesterday’s Warfarin INR blood test.”
“So you will have to come into the surgery, or go to the QMC hospital to have it taken”.Â
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I was stunned. A semi-panic started to grow.
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Then, in the early evening, I got another call from the Surgery. They asked if the Carer was there. I told her she’d just missed him. Asked me to make sure they ring the Surgery in the morning; it is important. I said I would.
But of course, I might forget. So I wrote on the whiteboard: “Carer: Please ring Surgery this morning”. Well, he might see it; it’s written big enough.
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I detected a lot of furry bits of Prostate when I emptied the day bag. Not a self-assuring thing to find. I must pass this on to the District Nurses when they come.
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I was getting irritable with things and myself. It’s a bloody good thing that I had no idea what was about to happen tomorrow. Although, with my luck, does it matter?
I gave up on starting this blog. I was so fed up, frustrated 
, and greatly depressed. Not to mention how tired and confused I was of today’s events. I turned of the computer and went into the kitchenette to make a meal.Â
My version of a vegetable curry. I put a can of ready-made veg curry (J. Sainsburies) in the pan. I added a tin of garden peas, then some chopped water chestnuts.
I found a carrot in the fridge, sliced it very thinly, and added it to the pot. Seasonings added: mild curry powder, soy sauce and a splash of teriyaki sauce.
Fingers crossed. 🤞🏼
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I emailed Jenny back, and while the meal was cooking, I took the boxes with the padding to the waste chute. Coming back to the flat, my right leg gave way without any warning (shaking) or time to prepare. But no bother, I threw myself in the corner of the recessed lift doors, and avoided going down on the hard floor or having to press my wristlet alarm. Mind you, they wouldn’t have heard me anyway at that distance. The bigger bonus was not going to the hospital to be ignored, then mauled. Plus, 
no damage to the Catheter or leaking! Yes, a bit of good luck there! No doubt! Back limpingly to the flat, and took a snap of the view from the kitchen window
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Then, tucked into the meal nice and early. Slurp!
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Carer Prem arrived as I was washing the pots. A good lad. He removed my diabetic socks, fetched the torch which had had its solar panel in the kitchen window through the day. Got it in my dressing gown pocket. Asked if I’d eaten, pain killers given, and did a Catheter check.
Took this Snap of the same angle as the earlier one. I’m not getting on with these new Kodaks, disappointed.
Then I got things ready to sit down and put on the TV. đź’¤
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My mind wandered back to the last QMC Visit.
My Catheter was getting blocked every 2 weeks. District nurses are finding it harder and harder to get back in; the pain increases with each attempt. On the last try, they could not get it back in, and the bladder was filling and, oh, so painful. I was told that this is a medical emergency (as if I didn’t know). I had to go to QMC A&E. I had to get a taxi to A&E for future blockages. More spending, reducing my dwindling funds. Jenny said it costs about £15 each way. I had to go to QMC straight away. Carer Ejaz was in the flat and got me dressed.
Got me in the taxi; off I went alone. I had to use coins to make up the ÂŁ30. Traffic lights out, roadworks… it cost me ÂŁ25.40 just getting there, so I didn’t have enough dosh to get back. At the A&E, I booked in. The receptionist looked up my details and asked, “Which Carer is with you, Ejaz or Mirza?” I told her neither, as this was a medical emergency, and I can’t produce a Carer with 15 minutes’ notice. I couldn’t afford one anyway. “Why do you pay for them?” I had no answer.
I sat down. I was called for a BP and Q&A session by a kind nurse, then sat down again. Eventually, a man came out to collect me, and I waited in another waiting room. Signed in and sat down. Then the most embarrassing thing happened: the fungal lesions on the penis started spraying urine and blood into my PP’s, and I could feel it going down my legs into my shoes. I’d taken a roll of kitchen towels and tried to hide in a corner while I stemmed the flow. I asked an attendant where the WC was. She said if I left now, I might miss my call. I quickly explained my problem. Told me the WC was near the Q&A entry doors where I came in.
I struggled with the walker through the corridors, sweating and fearing the blockage and leak might take me over. Got to the bog, found it unoccupied, and went straight in. The floor was completely covered in an inch-deep liquid; there was no soap, no toilet rolls and no paper towels.
Hobbled back to the room I was in, got lost en route, recovered, and the attendant told me I’d missed my call, to sit down again and wait. The urine was still trickling out, and I’d used all of my kitchen roll, as a Doctor came out & called my name.
He took out the old-fashioned Catheter and tried twice to insert the new hooked one, but failed. This boded badly for the future. He got on his phone, then took me through the corridors to another room and a medic, a Mr Someone. He was just getting his coat on to go home, so was not exactly in a jovial mood. Even he took twice as long to get the tube back in. He shot off. Apart from telling me not to let the sticky pod which held the new tube array on my leg come off. No tips on whether or when there was a schedule change, when maintenance visits would happen, or what types of pouches I should use. I felt a little uncared for. But that soon changed when I hobbled back to the big waiting area with my walker; by a bit of good luck, I spotted the lady who took my BP six hours ago when I arrived,t and gave her a quick version of my problems, including not having enough money for a taxi. She said I’ll be back in a minute; take a seat. (I did a lot of seat-taking that day) She returned to tell me she had arranged a lift for me. Minutes later, lift drivers came and put me into an ambulance. Being put in first indicated I was going to be dropped off last. Thanks to the kind nurse, I got a free late lift home. Bless her đź’ś after about nine hours overall being out of the flat.Â
I printed this again. Hehehe! Sorry.
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Inchie Today: Monday 13th October 2026
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START TO THE DAY
I stirred at 0620hrs, feeling rather perky; that lasted a few minutes while I climbed out of the hospital bed and did my balance checks… Then hastily hobbled to the Porcelain Throne.
Although I made it in time, seconds to spare before the torrent blasted out of its own accord. The pebble-dashed bowl, combined with the stink, and worse, cleaning up of the mess, took me ages.
During the morning, follow-ups were frequent.
I kept a note of them on the pad. When Ejaz arrived, I took this snap of the visits paid. All the same style.
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Carer Andrew arrived. His usual self again. On his phone and ignoring me as I spoke to him. Medications given; pain cel slapped on my back, onto his phone. No body check. No Catheter contraption check. Or Barrier cream checks. Not that it mattered much; Carer Prem did them all on his shorter visit last night.
Very frustrating, and I’ve heard nothing of the request to have the three good lads service me. At times like this I’m tempted to cancel them altogether and struggle on my own. But that was a stupid idea. They have me figuratively by the balls. Only when the three good lads call do I cheer up, but, of course, they don’t call at all later in the week or over the weekend. I’m paying a fortune but not getting the service they say I’m getting.Â
Unglefrogwonglingisations!
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I was pressing on, then Ejaz arrived; great to have him talk about what needs doing, and caring too.Â
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As he left, the dreaded confusion came over me like a blanket of unhappiness. I was incapable of doing much at all. My own thoughts were hard to gather and form into any kind of logic. I gave up on the computer and hoped to get some used cartoons later to make up for not waffling of much of usual.
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0615hrs: I stirred in the recliner where I’d fallen asleep.
I started a body check, groping, moving and stretching to test out the morning’s ailment situation.
An amazing feeling spread all over me and through my brain. It took me a while to identify it. After musing through the possibilities, it came back to me, and I nervously realised… wait for it…Â Scary stuff!
I Felt Almost on the verge of Contentment!
Exercise over, I rose on my feet without any dizziness of balance problems! I picked up the nocturnal Catheter pouch and carried it into the wet room to check the quantity and colour, then emptied it.Â
I thought I’d have a wash & shave while I was in there. That idea was squashed when I found the hot water was running cold. My instant reaction was semi-panic, thinking I might have left the kitchenette tap running. Alzheimer’s disease with Lewy body Vascular Dementia had struck again. At this stage, Anne Gyna kicked off and stayed with me all day, bless her.
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A similar turn as yesterday started. Confusion, lack of concentration, and I did not care. I was so fed up with things, failures, dropping and walking into things, with an air of almost resignation. Carer Edward did the first visit; honestly, he’s about as useful as an ornament. Â
Carer Imran did the next two, with a lot more listening and a more willing attitude than Andrew. Not a bad lad, but Andrew does not listen when I ask him to do things. Helpful things; he’s on his mobile for most of any visit. He reminds me of a young 1970s British Railways, British 
Leyland or Miner’s Trade Unionist. Which reminds me of an ornament of sorts I have atop of the non-working electric fire. Yes, it’s a squeaky Maggie! 💙
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Further along, it’s rare, singular proof that I actually won someone once. I’m not sure of the year, but I had some hair on my head, not yet had a stroke, duodenal ulcer rupture, a mechanical aorta-valve installed, my hernia, been shot, no haggard drawn features, as far as I can see, no glaucoma, cataracts, double pneumonia, burst eardrum, broken bones at all, no elephantine stomach weighing me down, no arthritis, TBI, dementia, had a two-up two-down house, garage, car. I had sex a minimum of three times a week… Happy Days!
I was being presented with an angling cup for winning a match on the Leicester Canal.
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Carer Imram took these snaps of the state of my left leg when he checked out my body for areas in need of barrier cream. He asked if anyone checked my Catheter.
“Do they not put the cooling cream og the scratches that you itch at night?” (No), “Does the Catheter get moved to the other leg weekly? (No),
He medicated things.
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An email arrived saying the biscuits would arrive in a two-hour window. With the intercom not working, I made sure I got down to the foyer to let the delivery man in at 
the start of the window.
They arrived with one minute to spare, and I was amazed to see the driver use his own swipe card to get in! Went up with me to the flat and put the boxes on the floor in the doorway. I got the bikkies into glass jars, devouring a couple as I did.
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Got myself in a pickle with the numbers on the health check sheet again! So many errors, and they cost me even more time as the day progressed. Frustrating!
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Talk about losing it again. No wonder I make so many mistakes. I started updating the blog, turned on the TV, and fell asleep in the chair for about two hours!
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The Carer was here when I searched for the finger blood tester and found the new Kodak FZ243 camera I purchased many months ago and never opened. Backs of the 
old and new ones above.
Fronts of them below.
I was overjoyed at being able to use the old camera’s indoor option. But this was not to be! The new camers 
doesn’t have that option anymore, damn it; that is one of the reasons I got that camera! (Although I forgot I had, Tsk!) The other was my familiarity with using it.
Setting it up was a struggle and a half for me.
I’m not kidding, it took me over an hour to set the time and date, and the new one doesn’t let me use British English or change the format to what we are used to, just American Month-Day-Year. Humph! I loved that indoor option, too! Double-Humph!
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Still bright late afternoon
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Sorry, but today was even more nightmarish than the last few days. I was told my favourite biscuits were arriving, so I did nothing for a two-hour delivery window. I waited in the foyer for the delivery. As the intercom wasn’t working, I feared I’d miss them, or they would leave them downstairs in the foyer. I hoped they would arrive earlier rather than later. However, while waiting, I met some folk I hadn’t seen in many months. Had a natter with Cynthia, and she kept watch while I nipped up to empty my Catheter pouch and double-check I’d got the timing right. Bless her. I saw the van pull up outside and got ready to dismount the chair I’d settled into… and the driver swiped it with his own swipe? Checked the flat number & name, and he carried the boxes up to the flat for me. The computer was occasionally doing its own thing. Several times, dizziness incapacitated me for long periods. Not sure what the cause was.
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Jenny called and emailed, pointing out that I hadn’t completed the template message to the Carers asking certain Carers to service me. She also pointed out that my landline was giving her inaccessible messages.
I just did not get a chance to do either.
With two sleepless nights this week, my loss of concentration, confusion and tiredness took over.
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Falling asleep on the Porcelain Throne cost me I don’t know how long; but I’d boiled the kettle for a brew before diverting to the loo… and the water and kettle were actually cold when I got back to make the tea.
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Computer foibles continued.
The Catheter not filling, fur in the tube.
I’ve never felt so confused. Worst day ever for this.
I’m often doing, or even saying or thinking something and at any break, diversion, or change of subject, and I forget what I was doing or saying, let alone what the other person was saying, face-to-face, even on the phone. Which is most annoying and embarrassing.
When I’m alone, I constantly talk to myself out loud.
Mostly, self-aimed curse words and lambasting.
A perfect example of self-annoyance today, tragically a very common scenario for me lately: getting to the toilet too late and having unintended escapages. I cannot explain how angry this makes me. I know what may happen, but say I’m typing something (Ie: making up the Email to the Carers), and feel the motion coming on, yet still have to finish the paragraph in fear of forgetting what I was going to put. And knowing the possible result this delay may incur, I still do it! Today I forgot I was even on Email when I got back after cleaning up the mess I made. The bending gives me a backache and dizziness. So why in Hell do I do it? But I do. I don’t know.
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I wrote the above in the hope that someone who can help will read this. When the Alzheimer volunteer visits, they may be able to help me cope with these failures. I’m trying to understand & accept the inevitable myself.
It’s not easy, naturally. I feel so much for the poor souls in a similar but more advanced stage. I imagine they went through this sort of semi-awareness and suffered the anguish of knowing what is to come. 🙏🏻💗
Enough of my moaning, sorry. A few snaps taken.
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Delivery window
Driver carried the extremely large parcels up to the flat for me, dropped them in the doorway, & shot off.
A Busy lad.
The boxes were both crushed
I feared broken biscuits… But no!
Despite holes in the outer box, the
biscuits seemed okay. It was the
amazing inner box protection used
that saved the day; well done to
whoever packed them up!
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Later than usual nosh
No butter, buttered milk-roll bread,
yellow & red tomatoes, beetroot,
Strong soft French cheese, four
min pickle-topped pork pies, &
Overcooked battered chicken.
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Sorry, only did bits on Thursday.
Alzheimers effects; very bad new trends. Coccyx, District Nurses, Toothache Tiffany, Bladder bloated, new floaters. Leg shakes. Then,
agony from blocked Catheter.
Oxycodone painkillers; no effect!
So far behind; no time to catch up.
Pain; warping my poor Brain
Not that it wasn’t warped before.
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Midday clouds,
As I turned away from the window, I fell…
My right leg suddenly shook; I had a tumble,
My right knee wound started bleeding…
The door chime started ringing…
I shouted as loud as I could, “Come in”!
The postman did, & began my rescuing…
So, no need for the panic-button pressing!
Thus avoided any hospitalisationing!
I foolishy my luck was improving!
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Caer Prem made the late call; he is now part of my chosen elite band of the Carers. Ejaz, Mirza, now Prem.
I explained why I had no time to get my feet and lower legs done, and why I couldn’t have an assisted shower again (it must be eight weeks since). He said he would do it tomorrow night, but the lad would never have the time on a late call, and he got the bowl and washed my feet for me. He had to rush off after that for his last call of the day. Still found time to do safety checks and warn me about the oven being on, as with the days’ keruffe, I was late eating. I know I took a snap of the food tray… certain, positive! But it disappeared from the SD card. Yet I found one on it that of didn’t remember taking. What was the new classification given to me last week?
Alzheimer’s with LBD & Vascular Dementia? Yes!
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Evening All!
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Unfortunately, I didn’t. I did learn how to cope with more pain than I’ve ever had from the Catheter Contraption. Mostly teeth-gritting, accompanied by the use of some innovational, demiurgic, quirky, bizarre language, combined with a pathetic adoption of singularly bizarre self-pity.
It worked to a degree for the first blockage, but the second one beat me hands down. On self-lambasting, I did not skimp – But I did feel a right whimp!Â
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0615hrs: I woke with a fair bit of pain coming from the bladder area of my stomach. Flowback pains! I grabbed the torch to check the nocturnal pouch on the floor near the bed. No night bag has ever had less urine than this one. Later, I identified the contents as 90ml!
The pains were slowly getting worse, especially when I mountaineered from the bed and tried to do the balance routine. I was dizzy the moment I stood up. I retrieved the pouch and wanted to ring the District Nurses straight away, but lost concentration because I needed the Porcelain Throne. As I hobbled carefully through the doorway to the toilet, I knocked a pair of washed trousers off a coat hanger and bent down to pick them up.
A big mistake that! Instead of picking them up, I joined them on the floor! Unbelievable! (well, not to me), Best I recall, the urine flowed from the penile fungal lesions; I hit my head against the door frame, trying to get into as painless a position as possible, to crawl to the recliner and try to get up on my feet again. It might have been morning, but it felt like was nightmare. The pain I put myself through getting onto my knees, and I fought through the pain and got myself onto the recliner. The knee wound was knocked in the battle; blood poured. I stayed there a few minutes, in such discomfort, and waited for the pain to ease. Which they did.
Why did I not just press the alarm-alert button on my wristlet? I’ll tell you the truth… Fear! The thought of going to hospital yet again! Which was enough to make me fight on. Thinking it is likely that I’ll still end up there to get the Catheter sorted… that place is like a torture chamber nowadays with cruel, fed-up, uncaring guards, formerly known as nurses, especially in the Urology Wards. Each of the five visits I’ve been forced to make has a constant sound of wailing, sobbing, screaming, pain-ridden patients ringing around. I could hear them while I was in the corridors waiting to be seen. Finally, I started to clean up the messes I’d made and changed plans again: get 
back to the WC sharply. During the battle to get the product moving, urine squirted out of the mini-holes in the fungal lesions. Had to put on a second pair of protection pants. I’d only just put the others on. Should I snuff it with a stroke or whatever, I wouldn’t complain. My EQ belatedly said worse was coming. Depressed? In Pain? Me?
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Carer Edward arrived as I was painfully finishing of the mess cleaning. After he gave me the medications, I asked him to ring the District Nurses. Thankfully, they would send someone to look at things. I took a morphine (Oxycodone) painkiller and a Codeine. The pain was slowly turning into agony now. After Edward merrily departed, I had to keep busy, concentrate on whatever I was doing to try to take my mind off of the excruciating pain. Something active, not computer work.
I took two snaps from the kitchen window.
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Middle field & Tree Copse
Houses opposite
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Tidied and hoovered the hallway.
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Then made up some spring and Soda water bottles.
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The nurse arrived. Rebecca, I think. A lot of things went through my head… which, normally, I just can’t keep in my head nowadays. As I recall:
1) I hoped that Becky could get the tube back in…
2) I prayed that I would not have to go to the hospital. I’d sooner go to prison.
3) I pondered whether the computer man might arrive… Silly me! Hahaha!
4) The Alzheimer’s voluntary supporter may come.
5) The Social lady, Sahra, would?
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The nurse soon had me on the bed. (Ah, memories) And put the painkiller in, then removed the tube. I think she said she would order the Catheter contraption supplies needed, then let me know the correct place to contact, email & telephone number. The new pouch filled very quickly. She emptied it and recorded the amount and colour for me. đź’—
Then the big issue: getting the new tube in! She told me to take a deep breath, as she got the tube on her first effort. The pain sidipatung is a wonderful experience! I became a little like the old me, the comedian, the happy old chap. It was just great!
I was full of the joys of spring-like.
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Ejaz arrived for a long call; they’d moved it from Saturday to Friday. The lad earned his dosh today, as always. Bless him. He took the laundry down first, then we talked about the appointments we needed to make. He made me a brew of Glengettie; he always remembers how I like it, too. Then he rang the audio Clinic, to book an appointment to have both of them mended/sorted.
Confirmed by text for 12:00hrs on Tuesday 29th October. It took him ages, and he left a little late.
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I was still unaware of the time and was working on this blog. And felt the warm urine as it dripped onto my sock and slipper. The connector on the Catheter had fallen out! What a mess! I couldn’t get my socks off, and the late Carer didn’t remove them. The intercom doesn’t work every time. I had to use the pickeripper, to get a carrier bag over my left foot.
How much more can I take?
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I searched through the Carer’s medications on their desk and took another Oxycodone. Now I’m in a pickle!
Another night without any sleep, second time this week!
I dare not, for fear of the Catheter falling out again.
The bag has just stopped collecting urine, again. The flowback pain is mounting.
Now 0250hrs. What can I do?
It looks like the hospital…
ARRGH!
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I’ll press on until I’m forced to get a taxi to hospital A&E.
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Ah, I’m getting a few drops of almost red urine dripping into the pouch occasionally. The pain is lessened a bit.
What’s going on? Did the connector dropping off cause this? Ah, I forgot to tell you about the toe-clipping gal; she came and cut them. Paid the £35. What a terrible day, and then a horrible sleepless night.
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I still can’t get any sleep, for fear of missing the morning’s food delivery and the extra water to drink. And of course, the intercom isn’t working again. All part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court. With its spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, and spirits. The damned seizures, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity. My faith, sanity, and logic were already waning. Worst of all, this damned non-working Catheter contraption. No sleep for two nights this week.
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I met a chap today; he visited the flat, you see,
He had, or was a BCA, MRA, LLMÂ & LLB,
Plus a Law Master’s Degree,
Why did he come to see me?
Importantly, who was he?
Take a guess; it’s all for free!
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There is a chance, cause the bladder is now hurting me, I’ll be on a journey to the QMC,
To go through utter agony…
At the A&E, or urology,
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That’s it from me!
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Inchie Today: Wednesday 7th October 2026
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WEDNESDAY 7th OCTOBER 2026
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Behold, a rare snap of Inchie, smiling.
Revealing his rotting and rotted teeth. A little like humankind’s future, really?
Politicians, Oligarchs, greed, wars, deceit, along with the final end bringing a banal, unbelievable venture. AI; As Private Fraser said, “We’re All Doomed!” Hehehe!
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0640hrs: Nice to wake up with so few ailments getting at me. I rose up on my feet, tattered a moment and did the balance routine. I felt semi-perky. No urge to use the 
toilet; strange for me. I hobbled off into the kitchenette and took this poor snap of the view on offer from the window. Then, I planned and prepped the afternoon nibble. A pot of noodles.
I mused over whether I should add anything to the pot. I decided I would.
The kettle boiled, and I made the worst mug of tea I have ever made in my life.
I opted for soy sauce, and I cut up some mushrooms to go in the slow-cooker, and in came the Carer. Medications, heat gel on the shoulders and back. Quick body 
check carried out. He departed. I got back to slicing the mushrooms. I can add these to the noodles. Put a put of seasoning next to the pot, so I didn’t forget.
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Started updating yesterday’s post.
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02:40hrs: THURSDAY 8th: I started typing this. I had a pot noodle and some bread (Forgot the mushroom in the pan). Went to wash the pots at 13:30 hrs; suddenly, I felt terrible. Hard to say what happened, but it felt like my body was begging my brain for sleep, but was refused permission. I hadn’t passed anything from the rear end, or even felt like it was needed; dizzy, stomach visibly bloated, Prem mentioned this when he called. Floaters in the eye; went potty. Stopped everything and sat down, convinced I was going to fall asleep instantly. 1600hrs: Carer Andrew arrived. I was still in the chair, trying and failing to sleep.
I think he gave me the medications; I stayed in the chair, scared to try & get up when he arrived. Asked him to get me some fresh bottled water; I had no idea what medicines I was given or what else happened at this stage. I did not leave the seat.
20:00hrs: Carer Prem arrived. Still no sleep.
We found 6 empty crisp packets in the bin, and I had acidic reflux and was certain I must have had several seizures as I tried to sleep. Prem asked if he should ring for an ambulance (I think). After a few minutes, Prem got me another bottle of spring water from the fridge. Codeine and paracetamol were given. Then, although he was on a short visit, he helped me try to get up, which initially had me all over and off balance. It settled a little later, though I didn’t spend much time; I was passing a lot of wind. I got two sticks and tried walking about, but I didn’t feel very confident. For some reason, the right knee bruise was so painful, and I got cramps all over various parts at the same time. The right leg was shaking. Carer Prem helped me back into the chair, changed the night pouch, and checked the body as best he could. TV on, but it did not work; no sleep as such
01:30hrs: I finally got some sleep. But every time I dropped off, I had a nightmare. Bad ones every time. So many of them… well, it seemed. A Carer was in the last one; we were in school together, frustrations all the way, as other things from the past came into it… I think. At the end of the school dream, I burst awake and gave up and gingerly got up. My balance was still dodgy. No call to the Porcelain Throne yet, and I had three close calls that nearly caused a tumble.
So, I got on the computer to do this much-delayed catching up on this blog.  Â
I feel out-of-it, but I reckon it’s a bit better than earlier. I just typed this, and a sharp, long-lasting stomach ache developed. Nervous about trying to walk again, I pressed on with this blog from the comparative safety of the computer chair. Still wanting sleep, but not brave enough to try again yet. Those dreams were horrendous.
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After recording the above, I checked the camera SD card to see if I’d got any unused snaps. My recollections must have missed many things. Seeing three snaps 2 that I could not recall brought back a memory & guess.
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Think this might have
been taken by Carer
Andrew.
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This might be the cause of my
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Carer Prems artwork,Â
before he put on
the Catheter’s
nocturnal pouch.
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Then, starting to feel a little better, I decided to take Thursday’s health checks to see how they were in relation to my stomach and loss of balance, & poorlyness.
Surprisingly close to Wednesday’s readings for SYS & DIA. The temp and bloods were low. I was expected the reverse pattern: with bloods and temp to be higher.
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Inchie: Saturday 3rd October 2026
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A shortie. Must get onto the WP reader tomorrow!
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Smallest overnight amount ever.
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Food Delivery.
Strawberry & Cream Courgettes, for my Angel & Frank, appreciation for all the help they have given me.đź’—
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Drinkies… Non-alcoholic, of course.
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Disappointing condition, dented, holed & leaking.
Thank you, Morrison’s.
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Gigantic box of tomatoes,
They were very nice, too.
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I had a problem prepping the planned meal.
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Had to use frozen roasting potatoes last night. They needed a ten-minute boil. Dry them off, then bake for 45 minutes at 220°. What’s the odds of me falling asl
eep and forgetting about them? Evens, I think. Haha!
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Carer Prem arrived. I told him the sad tale of the can-opener packing up, and he checked it out. He and I have no idea what he did, but it started again. We both laughed about that. Hehe! But it meant I could still make the planned meal. I couldn’t get around to starting it until sunset. But I didn’t fall asleep. As far as I know.
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Sunset snaps
Moody, magnificent.
Dropped the camera! Grrr!
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Faux crabsticks, roast potatoes with teriyaki sauce, oddles of nice tasty tomatoes, and a can of peas. No bread available. Sob!
And a pot of lemon dessert.
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Inchy: Thursday 1st October 2026
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THURSDAY 1st OCTOBER 2026
Real quickie today, I’m not catching up and not stopping trying, but failing is the word.
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Morning Views…
About as bright as I feel. Tsk!
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More emails, texts and letters!
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Believe it or not, I forgot where I put the new cleaning things again. When Carer Prem came on the late call, he did larf… and showed me where they were.
I am a fool, an excellent one, I think.
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Evening Dawns
Then…
CorelDraw froze yet again.
All off, crossed my fingers.
All on, seems to be working.
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Gave up and made an early meal.
Where to picture of the nosh, and
Early evening view got to…
I do not know!
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Super sunset snaps, I reckon.
Considered Smug-Mode.
Went into Smug-Mode.
Super-Smug-Mode.
Finished washing the pots,
dropping a saucepan, spoon
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right knee against the hot
oven door while it was hot.
Photos to follow, if they do
not magically disappear
from the SD card again.
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A late-hour snap of the kitchen view.
Earlier Smug-Mode Deleted!
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Inchie: Wednesday, 30th September 2026
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I am not going (I’ll do my best) to mention the disastrous events of today: painful, frustrating, annoying, handicapping, anger-making, furiously busy, repetitive things that happened after this introductory paragraph.
And keep what I do moan about to a minimum.
Different departments of the Alhziemers organisation rang about new issues and to confirm the old ones arranged yesterday. They seem aware of my memory problems, and sound like they want to help. Smashing! Thanking them very much. The Deep Vein Thrombosis, Prostate Progress and then Bladder cancer rang, one sending a letter with confusing links for me to register on the web. The sweet District Nurses visited to check on the leg wounds. The intercom played up again, but only two trips down were needed, one a mystery. The only visit to the Porcelain Throne was a repetition of Tuesdays, but took a lot longer to painfully evacuate, with much more bleeding from the haemorrhoids. I got my meal cooking at 01:30hrs. I’d been on the computer so long trying to catch up, but still had no time to answer the comments or read the WP Reader. I do apologise, and will stay up late again tonight (Thursday) to make some progress. If I don’t fall asleep. I do love reading other folks’ blogs and commenting on them; but it’s been that long since the run of medical appointments and communications started. At least I’ve had the left eye de-cataract, but the right one is much worse… or it seems so now. A Carer confrontation didn’t help. I’ll not go into that.
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Mud Gorning
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I knew I’d put the new cloths somewhere.
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Super skies, later on.
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Night Pouch Bursting.
Contrails? RAF training?
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23:30: Got potatoes cooking,
in the oven. I added the three
part-baked bread rolls, 15
minutes later so they would
be cooked at the same time.
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Got the rolls out from the oven,
and generously slapped endless,
no butter- butter on each piece
after slicing them.
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BBQ sauce on the spuds, and
over the rolls, opening and
cutting my finger again, on
the ring pull opener of the
BBQ Mackerel fillets; the butter
ran all over the tray, Slurp!
Boy, did I enjoy this meal!
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Found this old photo in the Kodak
hidden in the inner memory…
The file told me it was taken
in 1922, and… No, no, no! Taken
in February 2022.
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At last, I found the SD card I’d lost
of the sunset taken earlier.
Impressive for me! I thought.
Do you think these are contrails?
A lot of RAF flights today?
of the sunset.
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Annuva Nasty Day
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All The Best! Have a Grand Day!
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Inchie: Monday, 28th September 2026
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Stirred back to life after 4.5 hrs of wonderful deep sleep. Pondering over getting up and what needed doing before the Carer arrived for the trip to the hospital.
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Forced my aching back body up from the bed onto my feet and carried out the balance exercises. Fell back onto the bed in the process. Cursed a little, then got back to mild exercising. Then looked for, but couldn’t find, the Camera to take shots of the view while making a mug of my favourite Glengettie tea. Never did find the Camera. Never made the tea either while looking for the Camera. And I’d used it to snap the flipping bed!
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I made the waste bags into one. Wandered off track a little; when I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. Firm, light brown, almost square chunks again. Knocking more things behind the floor cabinet. Tsk!
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Finished compiling Sunday’s blog and posted it; then the Carer Andrew arrived. I told him I’d swapped socks and washed my feet last night to save time today, with the EENT appointment being on.
He almost smiled. I asked him when he issued the medications to lather the medicated heat stuff on my back, and then put a pad on. The pad seems to have disappeared, or we forgot to put it on.
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He left, and a minute later the intercom chimed up. I got to it pretty quickly, but the damned thing would not work, not to open the door. I thought it might be Andrew coming back because he’d forgotten something when he left, so I stayed near the intercom in case he rang back. But no. The doorbell chimed, and it was a different blood vampire nurse arriving.
Did a god job, taking extra vials for Cardiac.
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Ode done for today’s blog.
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Off to the wet room to scrub up, shave, clean the teggies, and medicate where I can reach. No bleeding from the teeth. No cuts or nicks from shaving. I did drop the mouthwash bottle, though. After medicating the rear end, knees, and applying Phorpain gel to the hands, wrists and barrier cream where I could reach, I battled to get protective pants on without ripping them.
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Then, I even managed to get my trousers on unaided.Â
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Carer Ejaz arrived. He got my shoes and jumper on for me. Gave me some painkillers and checked that things were safe before ringing for a taxi. Then we went down to wait for it outside the flats.Â
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The driver seemed addicted to driving down as many 20mph side roads as he could on the way. Still, it wasn’t too bad at £12.50. We got into the EENT and made a few wrong turns trying to find the laser room we needed. It was packed solid. Ejaz spotted one free seat and got me ensconced on it. Without hearing aids, I couldn’t hear what anyone said, even Ejaz in that waiting area. Good job, he came, too!
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We were summoned to a small room to have our eyes tested through a dot pad. Apparently, I have cataracts in both eyes, but they will do just the left one today. Sent back to the waiting area and waited.
We were called and taken through some short passageways to another room.
I thought it was for more tests, but I learned it was the laser treatment room. Which got me further confused. The treatment thingamajig was similar to the test ones last time, but I was not able to get my chin up high enough to get into position for the laser. Complications compounded when I did eventually get into a position to suit the Doctor; I was so tight, my Catheter tube got trapped underneath the mechanical box. And flow-back pains prevented me from keeping still. (Memories prompted of the last visit when I had a seizure).
The Doctor was getting a little peed off with me, I think. She was silent, possibly thinking for a short while, and then said something to Ejaz, and left the room. I asked Ejaz what was happening; he said she had gone to get some help. A man came back with the Doctor, and they changed the height of the chair, and he forced my back (much pain)Â forwards to hold me in position. I was still leaning towards the right, so as he pushed, I needed the occasional twisting of my neck back into the correct position, and he used his torso to keep me tight to the chin-rest. To be honest, I felt I was a right nuisance for them.
I must have been keeping all those other patients waiting & making their appointment late. She told me that’s all done. Both your eyes would be cloudy for a while. If you get any floaters or pain, get back to us.
No Blepha creams, no eye drops to take with me, no eye patch to wear; I was gobsmacked. I was ushered out of the door, and with Ejaz went to the front door of the unit & Ejaz called for a taxi. My eyes were mega-foggy by then. Ejaz said he asked if the taxi could stop at an ATM to get money so he could pay them; they agreed. 15 minutes later, the taxi arrived. He stopped at an ATM so I could pay him. Boy, what a roundabout route he took; this trip cost ÂŁ18,50.
Home, Ejaz medications given. Got me in night attire. Off he went, a good lad.
Eyes foggy; now the left eye is better than the right eye. Got to go back to have the right one done when they inform me. Bet that Doctor will take the day off when she sees me booked in. Hehe!
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I took two snaps,
of the evening sky.
Took off the hospital tab.
Reheated the potatoes to make a meal.
Tried to get a bit of the blog done, but eyes,
mood & tiredness beat me.
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Carer Prem did a late call.
Took the socks off, gave painkillers.
And reminded me to make sure the taps
and cooker were turned off when
I’d made and eaten the meal.
Vegetable Curry tonight.
Cobs defrosted from the freezer.
The crock-pot boiled spuds were
quartered and added to the feast.
The cons were crap, but all the
rest went down a real treat!
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