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Carer Marie was with me when the nurse arrived to check with the scanner on my bladder. The nurse read the wee-weeing facts log…
She was not impressed
So, although the pain of having the whole contraption and shebang replaced, was (as I expected) bloody painful… I knew that the worse agony of passing water, would not have to be suffered, at least for a while again. But was disappointed in the failure of the Finasteride and catheter to solve anything after over a year of Little Inchie going through a beating & bleeding, the valve leaks soaking the slippers, the burst pouches, and the miserable struggle to get my protection pants and trousers on without pain & problems would continue unabated. I forgot to ask if I should continue with the four-week course of Finasteride, which turned out, to date, to be a six-month one. I must find out.
Loads of bits came out when I first started peeing again. I assume they were bits of the prostate that the Finasteride had mashed?
I had about 20 hours of peeing, and each of the 188 attempts, was more painful than a few years ago when I was told I had Interstitial Cystitis. I thought that was bad, not this was more agonising!
It wore me out, that and the lack of sleep.
A permanent Catheter seemed like the next option. But, no!
The nurse said they’d probably try the whole shebang again!
Feeling sorry for missen here, Sorry!.
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Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Little Inchie had taken a battering and leaking, (when the catheter was out), causing this most times. Also, problems getting them on, cost me two pairs as they tore on the picker-upperer; my balance was not good.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
Carer Marie was with me when the District Nurse arrived for the bladder scanning. It showed a lot of urine still inside. So, after taking out the 
, I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
That was that then – A new Catheter set-up was fitted into poor sore Little Inchie!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Carer Kara arrived and 
kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
I decided to get an early meal, and just sit down, in hopes of getting some crucially needed sleep.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
I think I enjoyed it. Possibly an 8/10 rating.
Sweet Morpheus soon arrived, within a minute of my putting the tray on the carers table… Zzz! Great!
Two hours later, I was woken up by 
arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. Within seconds of his departure, I’d drifted off into slumber again!
A couple of more hours, and came for his last visit of the day. I was awake this time. And feeling a little perkier and more aware. I took his BP, fine again.
I asked Ben to run some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
Here are the updated Carer BP checks list;
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
Got back on the computer, then went to get some more Soda Water to drink. Taking these night shots.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
The mudslide was drying out quickly.
Got started work on this blog for a few hours. It was constantly mistake-ridden work. For some reason, I still felt so tired and was stinging awful
Do you know, I’ve only had one mug of tea for over a week now? I can’t understand why?
Ah, well, I’ll try to get my head down again then…
TTFN
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I expect they will want me to keep on overnight recording and measuring each & every leak I take?
Nocturnal Pouch.
Close to the window shot of the rain
Upper window shot.
Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
Nurse Rebecca arrived.
The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.
A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
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No idea what I did wrong, but after doing loads of work on this blog, I saved it and went on to make a Cartoon if sorts for Monday.
. The lad gave me the medications, and I think we had a little natter; I did not move from the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, 
, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. i knew that if I did, it would be agony, followed by ever great discomfort trying to take a pea that wasn’t there. Well, the urine infection was winning hands-down here. 
I was off asleep again in no time; the body and mind needed it, I think. It was 14:50hrs when I woke again!
I’ve never suffered as much with put pain getting the daily ablutions done before. The ankle ulcer was stinging away. The tight leg had rebloated, and I had a total of eight mini 
. 
Despite my trying hard to be careful throughout, I sadly caught my precious but, Oh, too swollen and tender 
, on the metal support bar edge – TWICE! 
.
I’m not sure of events for a while.
Waking up confused, but realised I had not got the 
done yet. So, I did them.
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While doing the brewing,
And, I not long since when taking the shower shaving routine, that my right hanging-sack is swollen and so tender. Humph!
About 45 wee-wees later, I’d stopped drinking before going to the doctor and got things ready to go. But if the Carer is any later I may miss the bus… “I may miss the bus!”! You may not believe the farce that took place… However, by way of a cheer, the 
Arrived, and I asked him if he could help me with getting the does on, Or to be more precise, fasten the velcro on them. TY was happy enough to do that for me. I waffled too much, and the lad forgot to give me the second Omeprazole table, my fault. Treats selected in, on my insistence, thanks. Took the waste bag with him as he left. I wandered of again there, sorry.
blossomed.
When a lady got on who I’d not seen for ages, I started a chinwag with her. As she got to get off, I realised that we were on top of Mapperley Plains
, and she asked if she could call a taxi for me. Bless Her! 
began.
I got wrapped up well, remembered the Sample tube thingy, filled, of course. Hehe!   
We arrived at the next stop, and a lady and gent got on. It’s been so long since I saw them since I don’t get out much, and I greeted them like family and launched into questioning them about how they were getting on. The lady said she was sorry, but they were getting off at the next bus stop. Then a sickening feeling filled my stomach, with a self-hating mode coming on when I realised where we were, going in the opposite direction. I’d got on the wrong bus! 
mode, but it soon became one when I realised the problem I was going to have to get to the surgery on time now. 
This arrived within three minutes and five more, and we were pulling up at the Sherrington Park Surgery. The sun came out as I paid my dues. 
To whoever the lady was who helped dave the appointment for me. ♥
I’d got the appointment timing all mixed up again! Shouldn’t really be such a shock with my record, but so many in such a short space of time were worrying me a smidgeon.
I don’t suppose for one second that they bother my uninvited interloping brain resident, Dementia Doreen, do you think?
I told the Doc all about my four sleepless nights and the mushrooming, three-time it’s usual size tender right bit in my men’s department. I can’t be certain, but I thought I detected a little wry-smile creep into her expression.
what she said clearly. 
then. Haha! 
worse. I really am in the shit now, and have to walk to the chemist and then catch two buses to get home! 
There was only one really near-bothersome that happened en route.
. BY Gawd, SOSTH didn’t half sting for a bit. Good job, I didn’t go over. 
. Woke at about 03:30hrs and was soon back in the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner again, after taking a wee-wee.
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I took the extra clothing off and replaced it with other heavy-duty gear.
; He gets put onto another site.
not to mention 
, 
  
, 
I’d better not forget, 
and the potentially lethal killer; 
they can have me over in a flash if I bang them in a 
. Even the 
can cause problems when I start to panic, rushing back inside to check if the lights, taps or the stove has been left on.
arrived. Checked the taps for me; not many of them do that.
Mud Slide in Car Park.
Long story, but I’m. struggling to type.