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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 
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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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Slept for a full 3 uninterrupted hours. 03:00hrs to 06:00.
Getting out of the c1966, £300 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, was a lot easier than scrambling out of the hospital bed. But, more painful to fall back into when 
gave way as I stood up. The bed has a definite advantage to fall on; it’s so much higher!
Another long session was spent on the 
. The usual practices were carried out; a go at the crossword, but no answers were found this time. I counted 22 cracks in the ceiling. 
started and kept up his long run of guilt accusing, and Ant-Inchy put-downs.
wind from the rear end! I put on a fresh gown, olive-oiled both of the earholes and took a Senna tablet in hopes of encouraging some movement from the rear end.
Next, I creamed and ointmentated various gargantuan-sized wobbly belly areas requiring the same treatments.
mugs-a-day ruling… is it too early? Will I want a third cup later tonight? Could I care less? I made one. And let it go cold after I’d started on the blog!
I wiped the mug and prepared it for the next brewing of tea later on. Then, I took this photo from the kitchen window. It doesn’t show well, but I saw some items 
on the bottom of the upward-trodden path. I zoomed in close to identify what they were
I was working on the ode of the day
created in the building up of mass in the solid matter. Hahaha!
I took even more of the anti 
the inserted instructions leaflets.
I was on CorelDraw and was alternating with this WordPress blog, and got blowback pains from the catheter tube stuck in Little Inchie. Had a look and, to my utter amazement, found the pouch so full, hard and heavy; it had tugged at Little Inchie, causing some bleeding again.
manually again. I’d hate to think I could and had had the darned 
on all this time and didn’t need it. What am I thinking and saying? As if anything would go right for me! 
time. I’m off to the Throne. And yet again, no evacuation!
Five minutes after getting back to 
of effort, struggles, and phenomenal pain, at last, the blood-covered, almost cube-shaped lumps of concrete passed! Ahhh
What an evening view I took from the kitchen window.
had been kind to me most of the day. Of course, now I’ve said that… Wait for it!
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Back to darker again.
I took a series of Kodak-2 shots from the kitchenette window.
I hit my head, closing the window. Hard to believe, I know!
Raining shots with the spare camera.
Another no evacuation evacuation.
A little more rain.
An early, tasty meal.
Did anything I miss happen today?
Ah, missed the sun on its way down.
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Constipation Conrad was still in full charge of the evacuations. I had to do the ablutions so late at night that I had to contain the urge to howl out with the pain! Before things started moving, I had a go at the crossword and got four answers. 👌 
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into the WC!
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Oh, a much better colour!
I felt sorry for the poor birds out there trying to keep their nests in the trees and find food for their young.
Took this snap of three little dogs on their morning walkies.
Second attempt on the loo.
ARRGH!
Still awaiting the sun to come out to play.
Made a brew and got a visitor. Doing the carer’s assessment.
I mentioned the wind coming through the kitchen windows and vent, is was damned cold in there. Not thinking, of course. It’s nowt to do with Meridian. I bet he thought, “Hello, I’ve got the right one here!”
The clouds thickened a little, and the sun forced its way through minutes later.
Beautiful!
This thermometer was in the kitchen, leaning against the kettle, showing 58°f. Brrr!
Finally, a meal I could enjoy.
Night-night shots are taken within ten minutes of each other.
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Not good.
It took me ages to encourage it.
First view of the morning.
I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,
Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!
Computer on, first mug of tea.
At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.
This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!
Oh, it’s getting dark already.
I ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!
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, I’ve learnt my lesson about what happens when I 
do that. The night nocturnal pouch contained a fair amount of far too red urine, which needed to be removed and clinically disposed of.
The sun was shining, which made me realise that 
worries, frustration, Accifauxpas, and depression. I do waffle on at times; I’ve noticed that.
Recall taking this one, beautiful puffer clouds.
The carer forgot to take the waste bag, so it was no problem. I took them both to the rubbish chute.
The JS order arrived.
Got the pod peas shelled.
A spot of rain; it must have lasted for two minutes.
Well, the sun’s trying for a last hurrah!.
Vegetarian sausages, red onion, fresh garden peas, Marmite cheese, tomatoes & Marmite sarnies with no-butter butter.
Clouds broke up.
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Two hours after emptying the night bag, the urine suddenly flowed. 400ml! Mind you, I had been drinking well. Guilt!
I took these three before the late mist arrived.
Just look at 2nd emptying of the day pouch.
Recharged Kodak two.
I found these not-remembered-taking shots on the SD card of the cloudy evening sky.
I got tucked into it but found the chips were ‘throwawayable.’
The ones left in the freezer will join them in the waste chute in the morning. Otherwise, everything was good.
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. I’ll have to try not to get any other ailments, I think I’m running out of names for them.
urine had flowed well, and I had no choice but to get up to empty the day pouch again. And what a colour it was. I poured it into the measuring jug. About 160mm. It looked cloudy with bits in it and too red for my liking.
Indicating that I may find it advantageous to get to the wet room immediately. His gurgling from the innards did the trick. I noticed en route,
from one’s rear end hurt so much? It did feel like a fireman’s hose assisted the evacuating product.
without my ailments and worries. Hehehe!
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I got the spare, reserved camera and took a few snaps.
working, but I had to reset it every time I wrote anything. The background colour—well, getting rid of it was a struggle, so more time was lost into the ether.
A similar outcome to the earlier visit with TT still in control. 
I just turned on the oven to warm up and am going to go on the WordPress reader now. Then, I’ll save everything, close down the computer, and get a meal sorted out. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
It was not such a good Kodak 2 shot of the sun taken tonight, so there is no warranting of a Smug-Mode usage on this one. I can’t find a red-spot option on this new camera. I’m not sure it’s even got one. There are no shoot-through glass or window options to be found either. Shame! But I can’t win them all. (Believe me!)
For tonight’s dinner, I used instant mashed potato again. I sliced some spring onions and added grated Leicester Cheese, onion salt, and sea salt to the mix. The resulting meal was not bad at all. And more manageable on the teeth, of course. I nearly fell asleep eating it, so I put on the TV, which had the opposite effect of helping me stay awake. I drifted into the bliss of sleep with the food tray balancing on my man-breasted pot belly.
gave way.
being less painful, I shouldn’t really complain.
I snapped these late shots while binning the rubbish from the Whoopsiedangleploppery.
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to start, but it kept itching like mad. Carer Chris took a photo of it and asked me if I’d had any stitches on my back. Nope, I didn’t think so. The back was a smidge red, but that would be where I been scratching at the itch. A few hours later, Carer Joanne came and took a look. The marks that looked like stitch scars had disappeared. She said she could see a mole coming up. It beats me what it is, but it kept hurting, getting more tender as I got tired in the evening. Another mystery from within Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is at the stage of beginning to lose its marbles? 
The urine was a little lighter than yesterday.
Yet still hurty!
I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I spotted the second pod pea packet as I got the milk out of the fridge. I could not resist them. I shelled the whole packet, throwing away a good few that had gone mouldy. Another mystery was left unsolved. I dropped about ten peas but found only two to retrieve. Where the hell do they hide?
Morning view.
Yet, another mystery. Why did I put the meat pastie in the cupboard, not the fridge? I found one in the other cupboard yesterday but missed this one. I’d had a seizure but carried on doing things. The Doctor didn’t sound concerned or interested; she just pointed out my age and ailments to me.
An afternoon sky shot.
after four hours. But no, I rebooted it, and all the alarming traits with the texting were back. Shit, Shit and SHIT to CorelDraw!
I’d just taken this shot when Carer Ayu arrived. He could see nothing in my back, but whatever it was hurts more now than earlier. He rubbed some Germolene on it for me, gave out the medications, and was offered a nibble, which he took up three times. Hahaha!
I managed to catch the sun in between the clouds this time. Not too bad an effort, Smug-Mode-Adopted!
again! Three times in a week now. Still, it didn’t bother me in the least. I laughed, called myself a nasty name or two, & forgot everything about it. 
Ahem!
I think I caught my hand on the rack part of the oven rack as last time two days ago, the wounds merged. Hahaha!.
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At least things didn’t take so long today. I got the crossword book out, which showed my lack 
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Oh, I saw that we had had some rain overnight but not a lot.
Amazons Morrison delivery arrived.
. And these doubled the time it took me to get the food away as I’d done some silly location placements! I had to go back and check. 
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On the bright side, I did get some fresh garden peas, having found a way to cook them so they are softer, this should mean no bother with 
Then I shelled the peas and tried leaving them in a saucepan with a sprinkle of demerara sugar in the water to marinate for hours likely for nine hours.
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His response while I was working to find a way to get the text right and pointing out the problems to him, swearing a little, was to take my camera and some photos of me that I didn’t find until the morning. Hahaha!
Pretty evening clouds.
I’m glad I did when I saw this view of offer.
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