Lymphorrhoea Leslie

Inchie Today: Thurs/Fri 8-9th October 2026

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Thurs/Fri 8-9th October 2026
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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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= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Friday 9th October 2026
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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! 
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Spelling mistake? Me? Yes!
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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. 💗
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 keep guzzling water, hoping of get the wee flowing.
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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, LLM & 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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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.    
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
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Andrew.
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This might be the cause of my
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Carer Prems artwork, 
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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The innards and balance are still pretty bad, although less so than three hours ago.
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Inchie Today: Tuesday 6th October 2026

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Not to mention his newly diagnosed
Alzheimer’s, with Lewy Body, and
Vascular Dementia.
I forgot, but I meant to.
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TUESDAY 6th OCTOBER 2026
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WAKING UP – WORRA SHOCK!
06:05hrs: I could still taste the acidic flavourings of having had a Seizure. Not until I moved; then the pains revealed themselves. The knee scratch was hurting, the lower back, and the right ingrown toenail was giving me a fair bit of agony as I gingerly stood up.
Then fell down against the recliner and knocked ¾s of the stuff off of the ottoman. Then, as I got up, I noticed many other items, seemingly knocked in the direction of the bed. This made me think a nocturnal seizure must have happened earlier in the night. I started to lose things then. I mean, my grip on the situation. I honestly cannot recall what happened then, but when I floated back into semi-reality, I was mopping the kitchen floor! Using the old-fashioned mop and bucket! of don’t recall fetching the mop or bucket, or filling and starting to use it. About half of the floor was already done.   
I finished it, and most of the pain from the tumble evaporated. Apart from the leg wound and ingrown toenail hurting, I was as good as I’ve felt for ages. But I was not ready to use logic. I cleaned the mop & bucket, and got onto the Porcelain Throne. All this I can remember clearly. Particularly the evacuation. It took me ages to get it moving again this morning, and I had three mini-evacuations that needed painful urging of each torpedo. I bloody time cleaning up; that urged me to wash and apply the Germoloid cream.
Then, I got into a session of body washing and medicating where I could reach, shaving, doing the teeth, and medicating. The battle to get the protection pants was… well… horrendously stupid and painful.
Got the dressing gown on, and returned to the front room; I say that, but I’ve not got a back room. (Note the humour in this paragraph & blog?) That is because of how the Social Ladies visit went so well! 👍🏻
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Carer arrived as I was taking some snaps of the view from the kitchen window. I finished taking them and was pleased with the results compared to how they looked
to the naked eye.
He was speaking to me from the other room, but I could not make out what he was saying. But guessed he was asking me what painkillers I needed. I went to the room I hadn’t been in for an hour or so and found he was asking that. I told him, and surprised him, that I didn’t need any, thank you. But got a surprise myself when I saw the things on the floor that I’d apparently knocked in my seizure and tumble.
He used the picker-upperer to collect them and put them back in the box. Then I asked him to put some non-medical heat salve on my back & shoulders, which he did. He made a decent job of it today. But did not do barrier cream or body checks, as Ejaz & Mirza do. Not that I’ve seen Mirza for weeks. I love those lads.  
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Limbs Transmogrificationalisation?
I think that my right leg is morphing into an alien’s or an ostrich’s leg!
The top half is going all chicken-leg-like.
The bottom half is gathering warts, bruises, red patches, spots. Pimples, a wart, a boil, and gone all misshapen. Both feet have shrunken, going brown, &  vein-displaying. I can get into my soft slippers by myself right now!
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Carer Ejaz, always welcome and pleased to see him, arrived. And set about issuing the medications; then he took the washing down to the laundrette.
Returning shortly, he spoke of the Social lady arriving in a few minutes, and the landline burst into life.
It was that lady, saying she was on her way, but would be a little later than she had arranged. No bother; I was looking forward to seeing her and hearing of her plans.
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COMMETH THE SOCIAL LADY (Laura?)
Most of what was discussed in the nearly two-hour meeting has now gone into the ether. A pleasant, supportive discussion went well until I had a seizure. Memories before this incident are sparse. Almost like I’d had a sort of mind-wipe.
As soon as she departed, I asked Ejaz what was said that was important and that I needed to remember.
I made a point of thanking her; it’slovely when someone tries to help me; at this moment, my spirits rose wonderfully. Great!
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Ejaz related that: I was asked if I would like an independent association to take over my finances for a small monthly charge. He didn’t say if I agreed,
Wonder if I did? Surely not? The lady would contact the Carers for me and ask if I could have Carers Ejaz, Mirza and Prem as my regular Carers. I do hope so. Apparently, I explained why I wanted them. Obviously, because they are so good, and the others are not. I explained that things aren’t getting done, and I know why: I have to go on all the medical calls; then they claw back their pay ratio by missing others off the roster. Seems natural to me.
Plenty of other subjects discussed that neither of us could remember. But Ejaz was in a hurry. He fetched the laundry back up, and as he was leaving, he saw me pick up the bag to hang up the clothes. He stopped me from bending and said to ask the next Carer to do it. Which I did. Caring chap!  
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Returning to this blog for an hour or so, and a Carer arrived. He was miraculously willing and did not go on his phone as much. Wonder if he heard about the meeting?
He even took a snap of me in my tork. Being a comedian, I posed for it. Hahaha!
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YeeHaa! Carer Mirza came on the last call! The Intercom was not working again! The lad rang three times, but I could not admit him. So, I went to the ground floor and into the lobby… but Mirza was not there. He must have rung NCC control to be let in. As I was going down, he was coming up. I got back up, and he was in the flat. Worra life!
But I didn’t mind; I was overjoyed to see him. It’s been three or four weeks since he called. I just hope that my beloved Social Lady can convince the Carer Company to send the three good ones to see me and increase the hours. Fingers Crossed on that! 🤞🏻 And remove the frustrations of not getting things done. Mizra didn’t have a lot of time with him, not getting in when he rang. I blame it; it never worked properly since it was installed. And I don’t blame the NCC. They have been good to me.
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I got the meal prepared to go in the oven. He asked if I needed help with prepping the meal. He always asks. Gawd, I’ve missed him. Sometimes I struggle to open cans, can’t read instructions on the packets or tins. He does not put the nocturnal bag on unless I’ve had my meal earlier, for fear of me getting entangled in it and tripping or falling. I know I’ve just said it, but I pray the three lads can cater for me. Else I’ll lose them altogether if I’m moved to another care company. Bade him farewell.
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Went to check on the meal and added some carrots I’d forgotten to put in the dish earlier.
Took a snap of the evening view; not a good one, but I’m not bothered, with today’s prospective good news.
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None of the other expected callers arrived. Shame!
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I’ll get the food now… I’ll be back in the morning.
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What a cracking sunset snap!
Found it in the camera; hope it
is not from a previous day?
I can’t remember taking it.
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Finished off this blog, but not until well past 10:30hrs on Wednesday morning. So, I’m unfortunately more than a little behind with things again.
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Inchie Today: Monday 5th October 2026

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MONDAY 5th OCTOBER 2026
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I woke after a night of ever-waking, with different pains each time. Duodenal Donald was responsible for a few of them. Toothache Tiffany, Colin Cramps, Sciatica Cyril and the leg wound, as I recalled. But I still thought it was far too early to get up. It seemed so dark through the tattie, thin curtains.
I felt a little flowback from the bladder, enough to make me get the torch to see if the urine was flowing into the nocturnal pouch on the floor. There was precious little in the bag. So I got up to investigate and checked the time on the clock: 07:10hrs. Blimey, the Carer could arrive anytime now. I checked the night bag; no leaks. I reminded myself to ask a Carer that the laundry needed doing. And felt the possible need to visit the wet room, so off to the Porcelain Throne I trudged. It took yonks to get things moving, and ages to get it all out. Rock-solid torpedo-like. Relief!.
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Had a rinse and off to the kitchen to get the kettle on. Nipped and got the dirty food things and washed them in the sink. Carer conman Andrew came in as I was filling the slow cooker. He seemed in a good mood and even asked me how I was before asking which painkillers I needed this morning. Amazingly, bar the ulcer, things had calmed down, so I just took one Shortec, oxycodone hydrochloride painkiller. I asked him to apply a heat pad to the right side of my back.
(The heat pad fell off minutes after he left). 

Andrew applied non-medicated heat cream to my shoulders. Then applied some Germolene to the back of my neck.  Then the Carer emptied the pouch.
The camera that I dropped yesterday was not showing snaps up very clearly in the window thingy. I dug out a cleaning cloth for delicates. I’ll see later. Andrew came out from his morning dump in the wet room and left. No chain pulled, light left on.
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The Health Check returns, as you can see above, produced the lowest ever sys, at 97. Ooo’er!
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Vampire Nurse Arrived
It bled a bit afterwards, but no pain whatsoever.
I started updating my blog late. It is hard work.
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I checked on the spuds in the crockpot; they were nowhere near cooked. I went to put some more water in the pot, only to find that the water supply was non-existent. Just as well, as I later found out when Ejaz called, that I had got new appointments for tomorrow. Three of them! 
I only checked yesterday and saw and thought… Aha! A day free of medical and legal appointments; my smug mode did not last.
Next week, there is only (as far as I know) one appointment. But it filled me with dread, and my confidence that it would happen was minimal. They have now made their seventh promise to send an engineer to assess the unreadable power meter. 
7th time lucky, I hope. We’ll see. The Social lady is coming today or tomorrow, and hopefully Alan. (computer). Ejaz arranged it all for me. He cares. A grand lad. Ejaz; we spoke of things like his (and Mizra’s) not calling often enough to help with showering, checking emails, letters, doing the laundry, nowadays. When they did 70% of the calls, it was honky-dory. Not easy, but I’ve never been so far behind. This is frustrating. I’m going to email ICC to ask if they can send these two lads and Prem regularly. My life is so hard when another Carer calls. I’ve got to remember what needs doing.
A couple seem to avoid cleaning and laundry and are a bit pushy. The better lads always do the safety checks. 
I’ll draft the email and ask Jenny if she can find time to review it and add any helpful comments. But she is so busy this week; she might leave it for a while.
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I found that the water is off. I think the notices saying the water was going off between 11:00 > 16:00hrs were for the wrong block of flats. Winwood, not Woodthorpe.
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The afternoon Health Checks improved on the morning’s.
The blood levels were better too. Come to think of it, the finger tests were.

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Made a pot of noodles. Carer arrived, and no painkillers were needed this time. (Nice!)
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The pot was cold by the time the lad left, but I’d lost my appetite, so I didn’t make myself another. Haha!
Very annoyed, I tried the computer, but it played up and left me baffled again. I gave up after two hours, turned it all off, and it took me five tries to reload it. With dread, it did come on. Apart from the mystery bleeping sounds coming from the hard drive and a couple of unidentifiable warnings popping up, it seemed to settle, so now I’m back to catching up. Grrr!
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I have to rush (Tuesday 10:00am), or I’ll never finish Tuesday’s note before the visitors arrive.
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Right leg
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Apart from the tastelwaa potatoes, the faux crab sticks,
putting the wrong sauce on, the rock-hard beetroot, forgetting to add tomatoes;
The cheese and pickled onions were nice,
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Late sunset snaps
Nice, though…
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Made a ,mess of this one later.
Tried again, then gave up.
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Inchie: Saturday 3rd October 2026

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Another day getting further behind.
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.💗
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Ah, I bet you noticed my deliberate mistake of typing “Courgettes” instead of “Croissants”?
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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.
The can opener was not working.
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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
and fork, and bashed my
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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Inchie: Tuesday 29th September 2026

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A day I’d sooner forget, but I can’t.
Where to start? I don’t want to, and I don’t have the time to, sqrawl another long-winded, boring blog, in an attempt to get caught up. I’ll cut it down, no doubt missing of a few of the calamities, axifauxpa, errors, whoopsiedangleplops & frustrations. I’m so far behind with WP Reader, comments, In, etc., and things are getting even busier. Bonkersness!
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Although the day initially…
Going steadily…
Enough for scenery snap-taking.
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Carer Ejaz arrived; no long calls cause I used them up at the Trick-Cylist appointment yesterday. That means no laundry, mail checks, email, or text checks. I’m already out of clean diabetic socks. None for three days! A lymph leak starting on the right leg.
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Damned Mobile!: While trying to get Sunday’s blog started, my concentration was crippled by no less than 8 missed calls, 8 voicemails, and, over the day, 7 whoever-it-was people trying to get the Intercom to work!
The voicemails I cannot use, or even know how to access them. Not that it matters; Carer Mirza got it once, and I could not understand or hear a word.
Then, a food order arrived, and I had to go down to let him in the foyer doors… without any shoes or socks on, thanks to the Carer, myself, & having run out of all the clean diabetic socks. I must find the time to try to get some hand-washed. (Of course, I failed)
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7 items short, 3 substituted,
bread & biscuits crushed.
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The landline burst forth with a shrill tone. It was a call from the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. Don’t laugh, but I have no memory of what was said. I assume it wasn’t important… Ah, I’ve got it! The lady asked me if I was taking the correct dosages. I told her the Carers deal with them; I just gulp down whatever they hand me each night. I think I got a call from Jenny on the mobile. As per usual, the reception was chronically bad. As indeed is my memory. A missed call and voicemail number three came in. No number available. If it was anyone who knows me, they would have known to use the landline, cause of the new mobile’s terrible reception, and my ability to use it is so flawed. The class went on and on for an hour or two. Then, a call and letter later, from the Prostate Cancer Research people. Asking me to join a support group, whatever it is.
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Can’t see the letters on the keyboard.
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So many other incidents, but it is now Thursday morning, and I still haven’t finished… and am abandoning this blog.
Time is my enemy; I must find time to catch up on WP Reader & comments, and forget blogging for a day or two.
So many unopened letters from medical, social, and Alzheimer’s to read, plus four unopened ones. I’m determined to get this finished ASAP and catch up on WordPress. But, then again, the nurses may call, the meals I ordered may come, the Alzheimer’s interviewer, the P.C. might call, anytime… Alzheimer’s questionnaire is due.
I’ll shurrup now.
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Inchie: Sunday 27th September 2026

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Woke at about 07:20hrs. Lay there assessing the ailment’s situation; result: Worst: angina. 2nd: shared twixt sciatica & the back pains. 3rd: Toothache!
Didn’t have time to feel sorry for myself, as Carer arrived to encourage me to bear the pain and ease my elephantine body from the recliner. Where I’d fallen asleep, but not until late in the morning, and no sooner got up and regained my balance, had I to hobble hastily to the Porcelain Throne. Utterly convinced another tsunami was on the way. I was totally wrong.
I took a chunk out of the Carer’s time to urge the painful, constipated evacuation to get a move on. Then, in my haste to get back to the Carer, I took a snap of the dark gap to see if anything I needed medically had been knocked off amongst several items off of the back of the floor cabinet. The snap revealed very little identifiable. I got back to the Carer, who got the diabetic socks on, medications issued; PKs taken, being one morphine & one codeine. And a heat pad put on the back.
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Porcelain two attended to; harder than ever!
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Computer on, did the health checks, recorded them, and checked the notes for starting this job on this blog. Oh, I found the mobile: 11 texts and nine missed calls.
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Realised I’d not done yesterday’s blog, and got back on track… did I say back on track? Really, I went more off than on. I kept reading the notes I’d sent off, repeatedly doing things I realised I’d not done yet. I was all over the place, but seemed happy enough doing these things. Sorted the bins, hand-washed some socks, made up a water bottle, made a mug of Glengettie and left it to brew, forgetting all about it. Fitted a third and final visit to the Porcelain Throne in, Rock hard again. My  Haemorrhoids were bleeding. I put some potatoes in the crock-pot slow-cooker, on a low setting.
Unknowingly, I’d dipped the sleeve of my dressing gown in the soya and water. I wasn’t too much bothered; I didn’t swear or curse or feel sorry for myself… not even when I scalded a finger.
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After dropping the spoon, pot lid and banging my head against the open cupboard door, I went off track again. I decided that cooking, even the basics, was too dangerous a job for me. I decided (yes, it’s a rarity, but there you are) to order some Parsley Box ready meals. I stopped long ago, as they are not the best of meals; but I can heat them in the microwave relatively accident-free. I went on their site, and there was a special offer: two free meals and soups. Made up the order, went to pay, and to get the special freebies, I needed to spend another £15! and rather foolishly, I did. Clot of the first order, here!
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During the day, I lost my mobile again, my camera, and my remote control. I found the camera and realised I may not have enough ready cash to pay for taxis to and from the hospital tomorrow. This called for a concentrated search through my flat and coat pockets to gather all the coins and notes I could find.
I took a snap of the room I searched with the newly found camera, but I did a poor job of it. Then took a shot with the flash on.
That was slightly better, but not good, shame.
So, I tried taking a couple of photographs from the kitchenette window, the first one of the car park below. All spaces filled. Then I managed to drop the camera with ease. Agonised, and a few words of self-criticising nature were passed. Then I took a snap of my once-visited daily precious tree copse. Which was a mistake, cause it evoked a little self-pity and resentment in me, cause, I am no longer able or capable of making my daily hobble through it. I loved doing this.
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Off to the wetroom for a shave, teggie-cleaning and good scrub-up, and medicationalisationing areas, that are not to painful or dizzy creating to reach.
No cuts while shaving, but I did drop the razor twice. Freshened up with aftershave and body spray. Got barrier cream on a tissue, lifted up my mammoth flabby stomach, and applied the cream. Then around the genitals. Then applied the haemorrhoid cream to the piles.
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As I left to prepare the meal, I suddenly felt weary, all-in. But feeling hungry, I pressed on. Unbelievable, the amount of things I dropped, lost, or couldn’t find. I genuinely thought I was going bonkers… And still feeling so tired… Settling to eat the meal was its usual farce. I put the tray on the chair. Got my feet on the chair, the tray on my knee and feet up on the chair. No relaxing, though; I realised I had not yet found the remote to put the TV on. Feet down, tray back on the chair, and searched for the remote – I did find the torch, but not the remote. Then I dropped the remote as I sat on it and turned the TV on… that made me jump, hehe!
I almost started eating the meal, but I remembered I had not put the nocturnal pouch on the Catheter. Feet down, tray back on the chair, and fetched a light bag, attached it, and realised I’d got the wrong spectacles on, so while I was up, I swapped them so I could see the TV.
Settling to eat the meal, yet again, I put the tray on the chair. Got my feet on the chair, the tray on my knee and feet up on the chair.
By which time, the meal had dried out. Did not look the slightest bit appealing, and I’d lost my appetite.
Three-quarters went into the bin. Got up and washed the pots. Returned with a lemon-curd yoghourt, went back to get a spoon, back to the recliner. I got my feet on the chair, quilt over the legs, night pouch on the floor, and watched some lower league football matches I’d recorded yesterday. Then I turned off the TV and waited for sleep to arrive, hoping to get an early start in the morning.
To feel more up to preparing, dressing, and getting ready for the taxi to the hospital for cataract surgery. Fell asleep 6 hours later. Humph!
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Inchie: Saturday 26th Sept 26

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YESTERDAY – ONE: Calamity!
The Catheter Blocked!
The bladder pained…
Agony was confirmed,
Hospital trip, anticipated,
Frustrations were expected,
Fear of this was identified,
From my penile lesion, urine flowed,
On my clothes, body, carpet it sprayed,
Daren’t say how bad it smelled,
My mobile was disconnected…
I’d weed on it; I suspected,
My recliner got properly soaked,
Later, clothes will need to be laundered,
Landline used, hearing aids not mended,
Summoned District Nurses, then waited,
Took some Morphine, lesion medicated,
More urine involuntarily jettisoned,
Towels used, my leak was barricaded,
Two nurses came, problem was mended,
Fears of a hospital trip were suspended,
I know I am hexed, unlucky, jinxed…
Bless them both, for getting things fixed!
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YESTERDAY – TWO: Calamity!
 Last night, the late Carer helped me prepare my meal of the day before he left. I finished it and served it up. Thinking something along the lines of “I’m going to enjoy this”… But I certainly didn’t. I think the Catheter blocking, or angina attacking, must have affected my taste buds… maybe. Even the faux fish sticks tasted off to me. Well in date, too. The cheese twist tasted so dry. I’d undercooked the potatoes. Tsk! The tomatoes were okay. Oh, and I put the wrong sauce in the side pot.
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After about a 6-hour kip, in fragments, I woke up in pain in my back, and angina lingered on a while longer. Then checked the Nocturnal Catheter bag to see how much urine had flowed. 700 ml might not seem like a lot, but I was just glad my bladder and the Catheter contraptions were all still working.
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I carried out the health checks and popped to the Porcelain Throne for a marathon evacuation session. The day pouch was slowly filling up, so when I got back to the computer, I began drinking more water than usual to encourage the bladder to keep flowing, slowly.
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I spied the moon out of the kitchen; I’m not good nowadays at holding the camera steady, but I resolved to take a clear shot of it; or I’ll eat my hat… 
Oh, ‘eckithump!’
The first two efforts were, at best, rather pathetic.
So, I gave up and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Then shame came over me, and I tried a longer shot of the morning’s sky and moon.
Didn’t do a very good job of that either. Did I? Tsk!
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Anyone know where I put my Andy Cap, please?
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Carer arrived and gave me my medications. Put on my diabetic socks and applied cream to my neck, shoulders, and back. I was surprised when the bladder kicked off, angina and my back all at the same time. Since I’ve been on the Morphine, I’ve never had to take the permitted dosage of four in one day. I got up to three today.
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Things didn’t help when a medical delivery driver rang the intercom, and t would not let me open the door. I waited a while; I was answering an email from Jenny when the intercom rang.
I went down to see if the driver had left it in the outer foyer or ground floor lobby. I couldn’t see anything. I came back up to see if it had come up while I was on my way down. But no. Then I got a text message telling me it had been delivered safely. As I was getting ready to go down again, I got a second email saying the parcel had been delivered. I went down and checked around; no sign of it, and Jenny came down to the lobby to help, bless her. Later, when a Carer was here, the door chime rang. It seems the driver handed the box to a tenant, and he brought it up for me. Oh, when I went back up a second time, I found a letter on the floor; I still can’t find where I put it. I’ll ask the Carer to search for it in the morning.
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Gawd, the pain today, but the flow increased to the pouch until 17:00; now it’s slowed right down again. When it was running nicely, I took a snap of the urine in the jug. There was some of the cotton-woolly stuff in it again. I assume it must be part of the prostate, and this is why the Doctor stopped the Finasteride tablets, which were to reduce it, to allow things to flow more easily.
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Sunset Snaps…
Better efforts this time…
Clear sky…
Bootiful!
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Kitchen Window Shots
This morning, I think
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