INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 28th January 2023

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Nearly midnight now.
Another gruelling day – pain & confusion.
No notes at all. I’ll do my bestest.
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Only a bit of blood in the first pouch emptied.
Carer Sharon called; she cheered me up a smidge.
Mini-natter waste bags taken.

Got the slow cooker warming up.
Took this shot and got the pots washed.

Seasoned the spuds. Not had them yet!

Sunshine, the only burst all day.
Catheter tubing is very uncomfortable…
No, bloody painful!

Fifth bag emptying of the day.


Seems to be filling up better today…

An hour and a half later…

Iceland delivery.
Amazed to see some bread rolls.
Checked with a magnifier…
They were sell-by today’s date.
Still, they said they didn’t charge me.
Plenty of from in the fridge still.

I went on my fifth visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Blimey, the bag was spilling again…
Blood in the urine again.

Another bag-clearing episode.

Carer Kara called. She said she’s going on her holiday
so will not see me for a fortnight. Sad!
I’ll miss her wit and help.

Made an Asda order for next week.
Little Inchy bleeding away, and no

to use. Hard work using tissues alone.
Oh, and painful!
Mind you, come think of it, applying
the ointment is not nice. Hehe!

Throne evacuations are still incredibly messy.
At least I have some capsules to take.

Gotten Himmel & Flipping ‘eck…
The catheter bag has filled again!

Well, early morning here again.
Going to get summat to eat with the potatoes,
and then get my head down…

No Carer’s been to put the night bag on the.
I did get a different Carer call earlier, in mistake for going to Neighbour Josie. Not that it mattered in the slightest.
Then ten minutes later, another unknown one arrived to do a courtesy visit.
But no one to fit the .
Still, I can make a meal now without carrying the bag around with me.
Bit of a silver lining there?
I must remember to check the bag each time I wake up during what’s left of the night. I usually do keep waking up regularly, so it should be no bother. As long as I remember to check it.

♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫
Off to get it made. Back in the morning… I hope. Hehehe!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 21st January 2023

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Pandemonium! Everything delaying, interfering and stopping things from getting done. Hence the worst Diary ever. I did get the top bit done, though. And that took until 13:00hrs! Sorry!

The Catheter tubing was causing bleeding again from little Inchies fungal lesion. The Mystery stabbing pains have persisted,  wearing me down

Fait dollop of wee in the night catheter.

Terrible morning view photo.

The light bulb needed changing.
I couldn’t get up the step ladder…
Tall Carer assisted!

Ah, that’s better. Thank you.

Carer Richard’s donated minder whiteboard.
No lift for Monday is available.
The taxi, I suppose?

Cor, the little day catheter bag filled up quickly.

An hour later, again!

Then the wee-weeing stopped?

Evening meal, not bad.
Flavour Rating: 7/10.

Followed by a pot of porridge.
A drop of raspberry syrup was added.

Woken by Carer Carole-Anne.
Who gave the painkillers to me.
And added the night bag to the catheter.
Earlier, Carer Kara tried to get me logged back onto
Internet banking. It wouldn’t let us. She’d not got much time and will try again later. Bless ’em. ♥

Could I get back to sleep?
Well, no, not for ages.
TSK!

Sorry not much on this blog.
Time is so precious…
But, all the medicationings…
Catheter changing and emptying…
Even getting dressed and washed is time-consuming nowadays.
Cooking with one hand and trying to use the walking stick…
The wearying Mystery Rib Pains…
And my wandering stubborn brain…
Fretting and worrying away…

It’ll get better again one day…