Inchy: Sat 7 Oct 23: Internet Nightmare!

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Inchy’s Carers Health Checks Returns
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The four-hour leg-ups and then-down again routine, is a little tiring and disconnected, thanks to Who is back to her customary, well-practised habit of installing unwanted, , frequently activating deep-routed moments of .
The day, time, and activities that were being performed; were being lost into the ether, repeatedly, and frustratingly.
A mild dose of blitheness crept in at times.
Traces of the flu vaccine lingering?
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Photographic Prompters…

Morning kitchen window view.

Made a start on blogging catch-up…
Within the first half-hour!

Carer Sam, then the Iceland delivery…
Bags were taken through to the kitchen.
The first bag was emptied, and food was put away.
Freezer full!
Fridge loaded.
None foods & treats.
Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats.
All the bending has set off .

I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
into Baked Cheesy Treats, later on.

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Back on the computer, taking a hobble to the wet room…

Got the blog for Friday finished off.

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I got the potatoes in the oven baking.
Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.

Had a wash of sorts, no shave!

Got the meal served up.
I was pleased with how the potatoes came out!
A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob,
and a mouthful of the tasty, soft, potato…
with sea salt & no butter, butter!
A Worthy 9.4/10 for flavour!

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Four-Hours-Leg-Down-Time.

Sod-It – Gave up!
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Sunday A.M. Catch-Up

Neighbour Jenny called, brought some tomatoes up got me ♥
I made a late snack; bless her.

Kitchenette night shot.

TTFN

Inchy: Sunday 1st October 2023 – Not Good

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I’m sick to death (Not the best choice of words there…) of the constant pains and hassle of , needing the leg sticking up regularly to ease the fluid flow, but giving more pain when I do so! is giving it to me in varying degrees all the time today (Up to now). Amazingly, today, an old-timer of an ailment, the much gladly missed has tactlessly joined in with them! I’ve not had a visit from him for months. I thought he might have self-destructed, committed Hara-Kiri, or self-sacrificed through the guilt of all the agony over so many years he’s given me? But no! He’s likely been charging up his pain powers, sharpening his stabbing blades? But he’s back now! At the optimum time, to cause me the most damage as well. Just as I approach the three days of medical procedures. The challenge of getting dressed, washed and shaved without being able to use the shower. Tackling the scary bus rides to Sherwood and back on Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve not got a good record on the buses this year. I’ve fallen getting onto them and getting off of them. Tripped over the broken concrete on the footpath in Sherwood… And now, with the ingrowing toenails, Then, there’s Cathy’s Catheter, Cartilage Katey, and now Duodenal Donald to contend with! Hopefully, Dizzy Dennis and Peripheral Pete’s Right Leg Dances will be kinder to me? Mmm?
What am I saying? No chance!

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Not much time to get nowt done today, and for the next three days there will be even less with all the appointments… Still, there might be good news on Tuesday after the District Nurse has been to look at the leg and catheter? What am I saying? No chance!

Not much time for notes or photos, sorry.

Slivers of something in the morning urine?

Morning views.

Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.

The rain persisted for a while.

I had a lovely meal and took a photo of it.
Then a photo of the leaking leg.
Then the bleeding from shaving.
Then a midnight shot of a dark-dank night.
But this morning when it came to adding these to the blog...
The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, vicious ailments hassling me, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? The photos were not on the SD card?

TSK!

Inchie: Friday 18th August 2023 – Constant Cognitive Impairment Iris Incidents

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My Frustration & Hatred Is Growing!

Excellent 3 for the urine night pouch colouring!

Feet after the little wander around in town yesterday.

Laundry bag return awaited.

I’m not sure why…
I took two photos of the waste bags?

A blurry early morning shot of the car park.

Then two other bad shots of the view ahead.

Got up around 03:30hrs, and the use of the did not arrive until gone 07:00hrs. dominated. Took some cleaning up!
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Looks like a ghostly seat! I hung the towel over the shower chair and turned on the heater to dry it off. Cunning!
I remembered doing this an hour or two later, and I went to turn off the wet room emersion heater.

The Meridian Domestic lady did not arrive. Hope she was on holiday and not poorly. So I hoovered the hallway. Unfortunately, I my toe on the trolley walker wheel, right against the . This may have had other lesser men cringing and wingeing, but not me. I just laughed it off!

Made an early fine feast of sliced baked potatoes, soy imitation sausages, beetroot & tomatoes, red & yellows. Naturally, no sooner had sat down to watch the TV with the meal tray on my knees, and my taste buds tingling!
14:35hrs: The opticians rang. Can I bring some old spectacle frames in to use in the varifocal spectacles? The one the Carer took for me is too old to get a lens made to fit it?
Back to the meal…
14:48: The Doctor rang to say the Blepha decision will be emailed to me later. Humph!
Back to the meal…
15:00hrs: DVT Anticoagulation rang; the DV vein draining has been cancelled. They will make me another appointment.
Back to the meal…
The potatoes were barely lukewarm by then. How does this happen to me so often? Whatever time I get around to eating, someone will call, or the phone will burst into life.
Still, the nosh deserved an 8.4/10 rating!

Took this slightly better shot of the Chestnut Way car park in front of the flats when I washed the pots up.

I decided to watch some TV again. Huh! Turned it on again, and some sad adverts greeted me.
Kids have to live using underground water.
I noticed my new glasses on top of the cabinet and realised how lucky I am really, compared to some. Then…

The TV went off. A message something about; check your external and internal ariels? It came back on later again.

Oh, getting dark?
Five minutes later…
Another five minutes.

Did the eye treatment. used, then when it had dried, the Gel.

After 18:00hr Carer Benjamin called, and we found we were missing some tablets. I was in a pickle about it, cause it was Atorvastatin, and I had a weirdly strange feeling that Richard mentioned something on Monday to me about it coming later when he kindly fetched the prescriptions for me… but of course with , I’m just not sure. So, none tonight. Benjamin said he would have a look around down in the office for me in case they were in there. Thanked him, and he said he was doing the late call; if the tablets are in the Meridian office, he’d bring them up with him.

I got back on the computer, to find that...

Late Carer Carer arrived. He brought up the missing tablets and issued them with the Peptac; no painkillers were needed. Then attached the night pouch to He also responded to my request for him to hang up the laundry, which was only dressing gowns; bless him.

Turned off this computer, and I got settled in the ÂŁ300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden itch-inspiring, not working recliner in search of sleep. I put the TV on, cause that usually helps me to nod off, when the commercial adverts come on… but only when there is something on I wanted to watch. Hehe!

Evening, All!

INCHY: Saturday 12th August 2023 – With Anti Parole Board Ode

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TODAY’S PREDOMINANT PESTERISATIONINGS
This Saturday has been dominated by losses of balance, the left leg giving way – for the few seconds it lasts, it’s as if the leg isn’t there. The
routines have been numerous.
They were pretty lengthy ones as well, nearly had me other twice! To blame, of course. Even more troubling, I’ve been struggling to get words out correctly. The Carers noticed this first. After that, I became aware of it. The brain has been playing tricks… but nothing new, just more persistently.
Memory has been terrible; I was talking to Carer Benjamin, forgetting what I was saying, and throwing in some double-di-gook words. I’m unsure if he thought I was messing about, but he laughed out loud & long. I grabbed the Kodak and took this shot. Hehehe!

My putting the Bleptha Eye Gel in both eyes, was again a struggle for me to get right. At least the Dry Eye Spray one is easy enough to do. Concentration has escaped me again. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve opened a drawer, gone into the kitchen, opened a cupboard… and forgot why I was doing it in the first place.
Other possible handicaps… The urine is not flowing as well as usual. And, I’ve not visited the all day (18:55hrs)
On the bright side, though… erm… there must be a bright side… I’ll make one up, shall I? Oh, no… there was one! England Ladies Won their Match against the Mafia-Drug-Growers, Columbia! Only just mind.
I’m afraid Stuttering Stephanie has spread to my handwriting on the prompt notepad. The worst writing ever, almost illegible!
Ah, well, the photos may prompt me.
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Better colour today.

Poddled onto the balcony
Decent looking morning.

Went automatically to the

Started on yesterday’s blog finalisationing.

Carer arrived. Meds and a mini-natter were completed. I was, stuttering and struggling to get words out, and my balance was terrible getting about. Had a few close calls but no falls.

Back to blogging.
Made a brew of Thompson Punjana.

The third-bash at blogging, and I was already on…

I watched the Ladies World Cup match, Australia v France.
Australia won – GRRREAT!
So was France losing! Hehehe!

Back to blogging again. Concentration shot to pieces with the joy of France losing, I reckon!

Ah, the urine is now flowingeth! Into the wet room to empty out the . Still a good colour!

I went into the kitchen to wash to tea mug. Had it started raining!
Took this shot through the glass.
And this one…
Opened the window for this one.

Into the balcony for this one.
By the time I took this one of the end car park,
the rain had stopped altogether.

Got the Saturday blog finished and settled to watch the England 2 v Columbia 1 result match. Another close one, with Columbia scoring first.Very satisfying result

The third Carer of the day called Joanne. Had a laugh and joke. She also noted I was saying either the wrong words or talking rubbish. Worryingly!

Started this blog for an hour or two. Then got a meal cooking.

THE CHANGING SKIES

Kitchen Window Shots
A little later
Getting darker
The Sun is not done…
The Sun is not done…
The Sun is not done… Brilliant!
The notable difference within two minutes
Beautiful scene
Sunset completed; gone now!

Got the nosh served up.
Taste Rating: 8/10

Washed the pots and .

Carer Benjamin called. No meds, but he reminded me to put the & on both eyes. Added the without any bother to day pouch for me.
I remembered to ask him to take the laundry bag. He didn’t; with him being a new lad, I don’t think he knew where to take it. I’ll ask the morning carer if it is Benjamin; I hope to be awake enough to explain to him.
He’s a spirited young man. I like him.

After Benjamin had left, sleep was suddenly not an option.
Rampaging were to blame!

TTFN

INCHY: Wednesday 9th August 2023 – Medically Invasive Day

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The keywords for this Wednesday, are…
Moments of acrimoniously,
I had moments of being superbity…
I was baffled by technology…
The EENT, Doctor & Falls team called me,
I was hoping for some sort of theopneusty…
The whole day was tumultuary!
Little did I know then what Thursday would bring me.
No rest, respite; today I thought was purgatory…
My EQ warned me, I’d be turning poorly…
On Thursday, mentally and Physically!
Already my ankle has gone all scabrously…
My left leg keeps collapsing; Peripheral Neuropathy.
Today was bad enough, I have trepidity!
Doctors to see, nurses will be calling…
INR Warfarin level… No, I’ll stop writing…
Thursday night now,  this blogging only just starting!
I can tell you now Thursday was more gruelling,
I thought it was bad on Wednesday evening…

Bad today, Thursday was less accommodating!.
If ever I get time; I don’t like hypothecating…
The left leg gave way again; hospital visiting?
This blog will again be a bit thin…
Sorry, but I’ve got a few some photos to put in.
But no notes to use, just my memory bin!

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I do recall nearly taking a tumble when I caught the catheter night bag’s long tube. Hehe!
Parkers below from the balcony.
So a lot of cleaning up to do!

Waste bins sorted.

Laundry.

Heck of a job podding the peas.
One for me, one for the pot…
Should I save some for later?
Not made into the saucepan?
Early meal.
The battered balls had to be thrown away.
I ACCIDENTALLY LEFT THE FREEZER DOOR OPEN FOR NINE HOURS – Had to dish the contents & did an order for replacements for Thursday morning. Aargh!

Oh, missed this morning’s front car park photo off!

Evening shot.

That’s it, I’m afraid.
I don’t feel up to explaining the medical situation, and the time I had to spend away from my Little Flat.
If I get time, I’ll put it in Thursdays… if I get a chance to do one. It’s all going wrong ailment-wise.
Still, I think the nurses and therapy gals will be calling on me soon
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TTFNski Folks!

INCHY: Thursday 3rd August 2023

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Up and at them… well…

Night Pouch.

Oh, dear… not so good.

Morning view.

Asda (Walmart) Delivery.
Drinkies for The bladder.
Food!
More food!
Medical, Laundry & Washing.
I then went to add stuff to the Nurse’s & Carer’s treat drinks…
I knocked some cans while adding them to the display…
One can fell on my Onychovryptosis toe – Dismay!
Cans fell every this and that way!
So I rebuilt the cans & bottles on display!

Clouds for a pareidolia.

Pod pea shelling in the afternoon.
I had a few peas on the floor!

Later clouds for a pareidolia.

Super-Nosh!
Beetroots, knuckles, fresh pod peas, chips
and some delightful tomatoes.
Taste Rating: 9.2/10!

The ankle looked easier and less inflamed.

Late Sunset.

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INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 4th March 2023

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Can life really be so confusing?
Baffling, grinding and bemusing?
Painful at times, but what the hell…
It’d Doreen Dementia I’ve got to quell…
The brain is ever battered and bruising,
But how to extinguish her? Nobody can tell?
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Blood in the night pouch.

I tried so hard to make these photos clear. But, no!

Straight down on the bottom field.

To the right, a smidgeon…

To the left, a little smidgeon.

Then into the maze of houses opposite.

Oh, good colour this time on emptying.

I got an email telling me that the Amazon order had been delivered!

My two boxes & other deliveries for 3 other
flats in the block, Consisting of six packages,
were left in the ground floor lobby.
I got my dressing gown on, emptied the part full day bag, grabbed the 3-wheeler walker trolley, and set off down to the lobby. When I saw the stack of parcels on the table, my heart sank. This is the second time this week that items have been left to be stolen from the lobby area. Last time, I was not in good health, and two ladies helped me up to the flat with the items. This time, I was in better Physical Health. Not necessarily mental health. If I recall, the flats’ destinations were the 4th, 9th and 11th floors.

I got up to the first flat, and no one was in. So I left the parcel near the front door of the apartment. Then up in the elevator to the 4th floor and handed the man his parcels.  Up to the 11th, and gave the lady her parcel, then I made my way back to my flat, got inside and hate kettle on…

But… acci-whoop

As you can see above, I started to open my parcels and took out the contents of the split one… Ladies thingies! I got the spy-glass and realised it was for the lady on the 11th floor – I’d misread the label.

I grabbed Wally the 3-Wheeled Walker, exited the flat, and got back down to the 11th floor and apologised for opening it, and handed it to the lady. Who was alright about it.

Back to the flat, and opened what was my delivery. Tsk!

Food seasonings! Which were used later in the making of, well, potato & veg soup, I suppose. Then, I tried to catch the end of a film #I was watching when Amazon emailed me to lie about the delivery being done.

A proper good enjoyable oldie it was too. Peter (overacting) Cushion, Doug McClure – pure take-yourself-out-of-yourself stuff!
At The Earths Core
1978: Terrible acting, scenery, and special effects…

I Love IT!
Shame that the DVD does not have any subtitles.
Else I’d have bought a copy.
Brilliant entertainment. Go with it to enjoy it!
Anyway, thanks to Amazon, I missed it!

I also missed the sunsetting. Humph!
Still, I took these later on… of the dank dark night…

I got the veg soup seasoned, simmered and served up.

Flavour rating: 9.2/10.

Emptied the day pouch in readiness for the night pouch to be fitted. But it wasn’t… I forgot all about it.

Heckithump! Blood in the urine again!

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INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 15th February 2023

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Another quickie here, folks, sorry.

Up at 06:20hrs. The night pouch was removed. Which started off very annoyed with me, Back-Pain-Brenda, for the rest of the day. Huh!

However, the urine was a healthy colour. Got the pouch emptied. Wrapped it was per the instructions in a blue bag. Then thought I’d better get a shave at long last. I stripped (Not the catheter, of course) and had a good stand-up body scrubbing session. As I was about to get the shaving done, the door chime chimed. No, I didn’t mean that… the intercom chimed; luckily, I’d left the wet room door open, or else I’d never have heard it. It was the Ocado delivery I ordered last week and forgot all about, and ordered an Asda delivery for today as well. I know, four weeks on the trot now that I’ve done this. Is there no hope for me?

Not a lot of things, though, but some expensive stuff in there, And some favourites that no other store stocks now?

Like Marmite crisps, well loaded up now!.

The costly Flash mop thingamajigs, wet and dry pads.
They were on sale at half-price!!!

Then the Lynt Easter eggs the carers like, and fresh (Kenyan) podded peas: neither of which are available elsewhere!

Some reet treats here, Alcohol-Free fizzy pretend champagne.
Blood orange tonic weather as well. I shared a bottle of the ersatz plonk with someone later on.

Then after getting things put away and taking a painkiller to appease the bone-shaking Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, the door chime did go off, and in came Carer Richard as I was putting the kettle on.

The lad got down to sorting out the medications for me, and we had a few minutes of the nattering session, during which he gave me some advice. He was feeling a smidge better, he said this morning. Great news; if he meant it, bless him. Off he trotted, with me telling him to get to bed. Hehe!

Moments later, the Asda order arrived. A big one this was; it filled eight carrier bags and two boxes.

Accifauxpa getting one of the carriers inside.
I was carrying it with both hands and tripped over the stick as it fell from my arm… This caused the inserted into Little Inchie Catheter Cathleen tubing to be yanked a little. Christ, it hurt! Still does, actually, nine hours later!

However, being the trooper, hero, and brave bold man I am, after stopping the bleeding, I just got on with the mammoth job of sorting out the delivery. Naturally, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the least.

I realised that I’d bought several packets of pickled onion crisps. Cause I’d forgotten that I’d ordered the Marmite crisps. I may have to live on them for a few weeks… along with the Cheesy Curls…
But no, to my amazement, they had delivered so many of the items that they had not had in for ages, I ordered two of them or another variety… they fooled me and only had one item not available.

I  restocked the Carers and Nurses shelf.

Hohoho! Just look at the new biscuits they had in stock!.

Galaxy Chocolate digestives – Bootiful!
Maryland Cookies – Caramelised! Great!

A sliced Farmhouse loaf!!!

Very Nice!

Well, a nicely stocked fridge & Freezer now!

I am a glutton!

To say how busy I was all day…

Thus not concentrating on drinking, I was pleased with the
urine flow. Although in the evening, it did get a bit bloody.

Just after midday, a shot of the Sherwood housing.

 Then things got busy and went pear-shaped after Carer Kara, Sarah or Samantha visited to see me…
Sister Jane rang, and we had a nice gossip.
Nurse Christina called to say she would be coming tomorrow to take the INR blood test for me.
Esther called to see how I was. Bit unfortunate in the timing cause just as I caught the damned catheter tube again, Argh! And the blood flowed as she rang, so I could not concentrate properly on what she was saying.
Then a belated Amazon delivery arrived, washing soda.
Then…

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It was getting late, and my eyes were as usual, getting increasingly blurred; I think I must have hit the wrong combination of keys, and CorelDraw froze on me!  I lost all the work I’d just done as I was about to save them to file. Grrr!
I had to force close things and restart the computer. With fingers crossed that all the photos of the sunset and the day’s happenings would still be on CorelDraw – HA! No chance! I booted and opened CorelDraw, and ALL THE WORK I’d done over the last three hours HAD BEEN LOST!
Not only did I have to do it all again, but the file had to be name changed, and I lost over an hour trying to find the original to do so!

Not going too well at the moment!

Carer Charley arrived, and we laughed and nattered for a short while, which cheered me up a smidgeon.

I took the above picture while waiting for the kettle to boil.

This below is the last day photo I’d taken and forgot to put on earlier.

You can see the sunset getting ready to appear at the bottom.
And Bootiful it was when it came.

I had another bash at this blog, then got myself something to eat.
A reet treat, too!

Well, apart from the soggy tomatoes and not nice
Kenyan peas and slightly tasteless potatoes,
The imitation pork & strawberry cheesecake
were fine. Taste-Rating: 6.2/10.

Arrived. Got the
and the medications are given. We put the world to right during our three-minute chinwag. (We brought back hanging, 20-year minimum sentences for anyone who kills anyone with a vehicle, Escooters, or bike) Made a life term to be a life term for murderers, and got rid of all the Parole Boards, and sentenced everyone involved in freeing a convicted killer to murder again to life imprisonment on bread & water, with no visitors and no medical treatment. Made cannabis legal, unless when driving. Brought down the cost of Vodka for Richard, and Marmite Crisps for me. Well, that was a fine start. Now we have to form a political Party.
Hehehe!

INCHIE TODAY – Sunday 29th January 2023

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It’s been an… erm, er… well. an interesting month so far.
I’ve been given a rubber wristlet for DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). A Diabetes rubber wristlet. These will decorate my wrists along with the On Warfarin, Allergic To Clopidogrel, Hard of Hearing, and the new last week, Dementia alert bands. The Cataract – Vision – Impaired one has not arrived yet.
I’ve checked the box of the options on the Doctor’s letter. In answer to the Question: Where Would You Like To Die, at Home or in a Hospital?

Now after the initial rushing me into the hospital when I woke up with blood coming from Little Inchie and the Haemorrhoid-ridden rear end.
 I think this was four weeks ago. The Paramedics took to the QMC, A&E.

Where the medicos must have forced two gallons of warm water down my throat to get the wee-wee flowing through Little Inchy, as opposed to Catheter Cathy’s Contraption. I had the catheter put in and taken out about six times, which for me with Phimosis and the Fungal Lesion – not to mention having the smallest willy I’ve ever seen (I’ve seen ten-year-olds with a bigger one than I). This is why the in and the outing of the tube were so painful for me. And it really was testing my pain limit… mind you, it still is at this very moment. I was on the computer and listening to the new tenant’s TV blasting away upstairs. (I assume. He or she might be getting the flat sorted, which accounts for the occasional clunks and thuds. Herbert Mark Two? Haha!

No problem, though; I’ll get used to it. Just take out the hearing aids.
They did bladder scans, and some on a big machine. But gave up and sent me to the City Hospital Urology Department. Patience Ward Two.

Where Patience was at a premium. Urology was just as baffled as the QMC staff were. They had the catheter in and out over the next day, at least eight times; despite gulping down at least two gallons of water, getting to use Little Inchie for wee-weeing was a failure. They (Urology) summoned me back to have a… I’ve forgotten what it was called now.

Ah, I’ve got it now (just looked it up on the Internet). A Cystoscopy, a CT scan of the urinary tract, and a urine culture. Still, no reason was found, so the catheter has now been on for about 4-5 weeks. The walk to the Doctor, half a mile at most, took me nearly two hours! I had to keep stopping cause the pain was so bad. I got the surgery, told the Doctor, and hose said: “Talk to Urology”. It’s great to be so cared for, innit?
Anyway, since the tumble I had getting on the trolly at the hospital, week one: I had another fall. Week two: two Accifauxpas. Week three: Just the one; it wasn’t a bad one. Week four: Three tumbles, and two, one seriously,  walking-into-solid-objects. The wet room door, and then the junk room door frame. Which started and produced a , that had me over – but I fell on the two bags of laundry that has not been collected. I’m glad they were days late now. Hehehe!
Today, the wee-wee into the bags seemed a little better. I reckon I’ve emptied the around ten times! And the blood in it was far less than yesterday’s was.
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe… perhaps!
The attaching did not take place. No Carer arrived to attach it for me. I believe they were struggling with staffing problems and possibly the hospitalisationing of another tenant. No bother, I kept waking up overnight anyway, and I remembered to check the small day bag each time. Emptied it three times. No sweat!

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With all the nocturnal activities of emptying the pouch, I didn’t get up until 07:30hrs. Little sluggard! The was at bursting point, I managed to get it emptied before any disaster!

arrived as I was making a brew. Got the medications sorted, and he helped me ready the bin bags for him to take. Said how busy he was. Thanked him profusely.

 I left the hot water tap running again!

The pain from Little Inchie was still bad and stayed that way all day & night. and cobblers!

then Came at teatime.

Late morning view.

and later came.

Hyper-One Again.

Mid-Morning views.
A lot of white cars?

Catheter emptying. Nice and like colour this moring.


Magnificent Sunsetting this evening!

Catheter is ready for emptying.
Is that a twinge of blood in there, I see?

Sunset bying down…
Eerie colours changing…
Still beautiful…
A minute later, the last blast from the dying sun…

Looks like a two-tone of blood in the Catheter…
That’s a better piccy.
But look at the blood in it!!!
Argh!

Started emptying it – rich red blood…
Looks to be thinning at the end…
Almost bubbling now? Can you see a cat’s face in there?

Starting to make the evening Meal and, Carer Richard arrived.
He was looking fitter tonight but not a happy laddie. But soon cheered up when he got the new night bags to put on the day pouch. These ones had the plastic grip so you could hang them up. Sorted the medications, and we had a little chinwag. Np putting the world to rights, but we did manage a bit of cheer for each other.

When the night bag was on, the blood started to flow in dribs and drabs.
But, oh so slowly.
The long extension tube often stops the flow, and I feel the build-up in my bladder, and have to shake the blood through.

Richard showed me how to use the Air-Fryer, and he put some alphabet potato letters in it and left to get on with his other jobs.

Fifteen minutes later, the fryer gave out a ping that, luckily, I was in the kitchen to hear. What an alarm timer with one ping, and that was my lot!
The potato letters tasted great, all crispy on the outside.
The spuds I did in the slow cooker. The tomatoes were just about acceptable tastewise (Italian, not good this time of year). And the ersatz mini-franks were surprisingly excellent! Soya based methinks

Got this blog finished and posted off.

TTFNski, EACH!

INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 18th January 2023

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Jolly Good Morning.

Beautiful view – horrible photo

Not much in the

Off to wet to dispose of the accumulated urine.
Ah… Wee-wee in both bags, should that happen?

I broke the tube off of the connector.

utilised.
Got things cleaned from the mess of the evacuation.
Then started to get the done.

The Was filling quickly.

Abolitionising has been done, and I got on with the medicationalisationings.
Adjusted the mechanics of the as best I could.
The had been kicking off since waking up, but now she was really giving me some. Argh!

Finally, I got dressed.

Proper frosty out there now.

Did a bit of tidying up in the kitchen to make room for the arrival of the food from Walmart-Asda, although it’s not due for a few hours yet.
Got the waste bags sorted out.

Then, back to the . Messy, still.

Carer Richard arrived. Looking a little unwell to me. A bit worried about him this morning. Not that it stopped him from doing his usual comprehensive welfare checks on me. I showed him the tube that came off of the night bag. Within minutes it was replaced. I told Richard of the appointment with the Medical Monitor at the doctor’s surgery on the 2nd, and a temporary was enjoyed, when I told him I’d got through to the Easy-Lift people and arrange a lift there and back, in fact… it was a

The Walmart Asda Delivery Arrived
I was well-pleased with the driver’s attitude and kindness.
The driver kindly took the food through to the kitchen for me.

He put the food where he could find space; there’s not a lot of that.

Bless him!

They had some Potatoe Rostis in stock today.

And, unlike last week when they had none, so I ordered more than I needed. Cunning eh? They all came!

Mid-afternoon view from the kitchen.

Came to sort out the medications and do the Health & Safety Checks on the taps and cooker. She put my mind to rest about both Catheter Pouches having urine in them; She said that this often happens. Bless her. Then checked the taps and oven. Also moved some of the bottles of water delivered to a safer place for me. Bless her.

Sunsetting view this evening.

Arrived. Gave me the tablets. Told me of an electrical fire in a flat yesterday. All okay; the Fire Brigade apparently were taking photos of inside the flat. No one was hurt. Not sure when it was. Took a waste bag with her as she departed.

SHERWOOD SKIES TONIGHT
THESE WERE TAKEN OVER A PERIOD OF ABOUT HALF AN HOUR.

The dark cloud prompted my love of pareidolia

An animal with fire coming from its mouth? Hehe!

And then, back to looking dark?

Bootiful!

♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫

Potato fries, tomatoes (Bitter Italian [‘The Best’ Asda] Piccolo or something like that), mock mackerel in BBQ Sauce, wholemeal cobs (Buttered), and a pot of cheesecake. Flavour rating 705/10. It would have been an even higher score, but for the Asda Extra-Special Aromatico Piccolo tomatoes (Urgh!).

I had planned to watch a football match, but Sweet Morpheus denied me.
Although I kept waking up every few minutes, then drifting off again.
The moment I moved in the c1966, ÂŁ300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, the kicked off. But, of course, it didn’t bother me. Tsk!

Carer Richard Arrived. Richard to the .
Got the medication given to me. We had a little chinwag. And he was off on his rounds. Taking the waste bag
with him for me to the bin.

Zzz!