I woke after what I believed was a six-hour dream, and the memory of the ‘Gone-Missing-Laundry’ came to mind; as I was getting depressed and morbid at the prospects of having no dressing gowns, spending a fortune to replace them and the throws that may turn up, or likely will never will, and the email from the bank asking for confirmation and why I have bought the same things that I~~ did three months ago…
Then the real worry came to me. Wearing trousers for the Brain Scan at the hospital which is going to produce at least agony to poor Little Inchy as the catheter tube pulls and tugs again his fungal lesion. Next, the thought of having no dressing gown to change into and get out of the pain-giving trews when I get home to relieve the pain hit me… Argh!
A Mild Depression Dawned!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – When I forced my tormented body and mind to rise from the depths of 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 found that the Catheter punch contents were…
. At the highest level of colouration on the chart. .
I think there may be a slight chance, remote possibility, hundred-to-one shot, that today may not be a good one. Then again, when was my last good day? was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me.
Found my laundry. But no throws in there.
Morning: CorelDraw not letting me add any photos. Trouble getting into WP. Mousee taking me left & right, not up and down? Fearing the worse here…
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? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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…
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.
This is the offending, oh, so painful right foot bottom. Where the yellow circle is, denotes where the pain is coming from. Despite Carers, two nurses, and three paramedics taking a look at it, they had no idea why I was in agony with it.
Chair, vacated by the morning Carer after giving me the medications nada checking the catheter. Checked the taps and stove; bless her!
To hate left from the kitchen window. And to the right…
The urine is a bit darker now… Flowing suddenly, and the bag is filling quicker than usual. A good sign… I think.
Sun out occasionally, no warmth with it mind.
Sun is out for an hour or so. took another shot. Bootiful sky!. Nice!
A decent-looking meal?. It was crap! Either my insides, Taste Buds, or whatever?
A sadly short sunset breakthrough… Went down so quickly tonight. Farewell…
I was still chesty and coughing. The foot & Catheter hurting. Fell blissfully asleep…
Carer Richard woketh me and sorted the Catheter Night bag. So tired and can’t remember much more… Zzzz
Total mayhem-problems with the . I’ll try to explain what they were chronologically. But with so much and farcical situations arising, I did little else all day. Trying to sort out getting the flow to the bag again… and even worse problems. As I hope you will read about; I need some good luck through the ether to me, so I can cope with them a little easier and not get frustrated so much. Not many memory notes on the pad. It all happened so persistently.
I woke feeling myself for the first time in months, peeing away merrily… I thought I was dreaming at first, but no!
The blood and urine mix was all over my clothes, body, and the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
The flow was so vicious, that the Protection Pants were soaked, and legs, socks, feet and slippers were covered in blood. I got the night catheter off first; no point in cleaning up and making more mess straight away… Huh!
Aha! I’ve found some scribbled notes – hard to read, but I can use them for updating here and there. Seems I got up at 03:00hrs. And took off the night pouch and visited the , the first of several in the morning. The first three were practically normal evacuations; the next three were sticky, phooey and messy!
Sorted out the mess of the pouches and got new Protection Pants on. I just had a smashing phone call from the Lovely Lisa-Petal ♥ and Billum 👍 in the US of A! I fear I was a little not up to much when the call came in, and I had great difficulty in hearing everything that the Sweetheart said. Damn it, we lost the signal. But it was fantastic to get the call. Lisa & Billum are my Cyber-friends and are much loved.
The needed attention all the time.
Rising, things looked okay
Removing the night bag
One of the emptying sessions
Carer Richard arrived. The bag problems were all I had to show interest in. I was a smidge depressed – but got to the stage of Dracula Depression later. The constant changes in the bag’s performance riled me. Richard got the medications done and checked in the right leg bag.
Carer Sarah was the next visitor. Got the medications sorted. Then the great cock-up with the Catheter Bag!
I emptied the blood again…
But the flow from the catheter was not getting through to the bag
The blood still flowed from little Inchie. But, nowhere near as bad. Unfortunately, my trying to get the tube further into the Little Inchie, it irritated the Fungal Lesion. Added to my having to bend and stretched so much to clean things up, the Mystery Stabbing Pain in the Ribs returned.
A damned good job. I’ve got a good supply of Depends in stock.
The Catheter pouch suddenly filled up in fifth gear time!
Boy, it was full!
Emptying the bag was difficult, with all the blood clots.
Carer Kara arrived. I told her of my problems. She wanted to know if I wanted the night bag fitting or not. I farted about and dithered on whether to. As I saw it, with little blood and urine going into the day bag again, it should be okay; with my doing the blog until the early hours, it won’t matter about missing sleep. I’ve missed that much already. (Sarcasm Detected)
Going to get this posted off and get some sleep if I can.
06:20hrs: Woke and removed the Catheter Night Pouch. And well-bloodied it was. Tummy ache.
Amazed at how many times the photos of the Catheter Bags seemed to have faces, figures of animals, and other objects on them. Can you see the mousse in this one? I’m worried about the pains still coming from the guts and Little Inchie. And, of course, the thick blood in the urine.
Emptied the Night Catheter bag in the WC.
Took this photo when making a mug of tea.
Carer Richard arrived, and he got the medications given to me. Told him about the blood in the urines again and how it was even redder than yesterday… or less brown, mayhap.
The blood coming into the Day bag seemed thicker than ever?
Back to the Wet Room to use the Porcelain Throne. Found that the bleeding from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was worse than ever before. The tube was tugging at it. I imagine.
The Co-op delivery arrived. Not a lot this time.
Yee Gods! The Day Pouch had filled up already, and I’d not been drinking the water, cause I was sorting the food out? Better get it empties…
The overloaded pouch only let me release a tiny drop of blood & urine. Then the release valve seemed to stop working! I could be in trouble here cause the bag is so full will only block the bladder with the stake blood in it. No wonder I had a tummy ache! I tried to ring the Meridian Office, but no answers to the three calls I made. So, I called the District Nurse’s number. As I was explaining my problem… The bloody valve in the catheter opened itself… Blood and urine-soaked slippers, socks, and feet, as well as over the carpet. What a state I got into cleaning it up… well, trying to! You can see the blood clot in the above picture that shot out first. followed by a torrent of urine & blood. Argh!
The lady at the District Nurses HQ said she was sending someone around to take a look at things for me and rang off.
I continued to try and get myself, and the place cleaned up. But the stretching and bending, even though I was using kitchen towels wrapped around the picker-upperer, started Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, the Mystery Rib Pains, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and a lengthy Dizzy Dennis attack off. I was not in a good state at that moment. Half an hour later, I was washing the wee-wee bucket. and a nurse arrived, a pretty nurse, too. I was in a bit of a state panic-wise, so didn’t get her name… or maybe I did but forgot it. Yes, that sounds likely to me!
The nurse listened while I told her the sequence of events. Took a photo of the blood clot and date on the guilty pouch. Most annoyed at the Catheter Pouch being changed, asked me if they knew (Carers, I imagine) that the bag must be changed every seven days. That’s what it is designed for, no longer; seven days is the limit permitted. Doreen Dementia intervened, and I could not answer her. The pains were not helping me to concentrate. She told me to ring if had any other problems.
An interesting photo here. No idea what it’s of. Hehe!
Gotten Himmel! The new bag filled up quickly again.
Emptied the pouch.
Took a snap of the much-missed-visiting tree copse.
I see an image in this picture of the day bag. Can you?
This one reminded me of Telstar.
The new shape of the pouches was noted. No faces or images were seen.
Back to the Porcelain Throne. Wearing the just emptied day bag. The blood flowing in looked like veins. Haha!
The bag keeps filling up so quickly?
An hour after emptying it.
Carer Sam arrived on a safety visit. Later, Carer Kara arrived for the late medicationalisationings. We had a quick natter, she was very busy.
Carer Richard came for the late check. He got the night bag fitted.
I pressed on with this blog until around 02:00hrs. Then got my head down.
Back in the morning – Hopefully.
Arrived and to the day one. Checked the taps and stove, then took the waste bags for me.
I’D LIKE TO THANK A FEW PEOPLE FOR THEIR HELP TODAY No particular order, but I feel it right to mention them and their help. Which is in the brief diary below. I thank you! Carer Richard, Carer Sam, Carer Charly, Carer Jozeph. Lisa, from the Rehab & Falls Team. Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Prima Ballerina, Warden Deana. Meridian’s Tina. The Engineer who fitted the flood and cooker arms for me. Neighbour Malcolm, he got the keyboard working again for me. Neighbour Jenny, a caring lady, it was she who donated the painkillers. And the Ocado driver for taking the food through to the kitchen for me.
And anyone I may have missed off the list.
I woke and checked the Catheter bag, which had been emptied about two hours earlier. so not much in it… but there was a fair percentage of blood in the urine again? A bit worrying.
Hours later, and this was all that was in the pouch? I noticed some more clots of blood in there again.
Carer Richard, who sorted the heavy-medication doses for me. Checked the taps and stove. Gave me a minute or two chin-wagging. Carer Sam came to sort the mid-morning medications. Carer Charly in the afternoon.
Took this to catch the shadow of the flats.
The mist thickened later on.
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Prima Ballerina, Warden Deana and an engineer arrived. The chap, with a nice personality, soon had the flood and cooler alarms fitted and had to go to do some others. Thanks, mate.
Got a pot of porridge out and put it on the counter to remind me next time I make a cuppa, to have it for a late breakie. Hehe!
Took this shot of Chestnut Way.
Started getting the blog updated, and… What didn’t go wrong? The Internet went down. Little Inchies fungal lesion started pouring with blood! Took me ages to get it stopped and medicated. Then it must have been an hour to clean the wet room!. I thought, being as I was in there, I’d get the ablutions done… I then needed the Porcelain Throne… the door was open, so I heard the landline phone ringing in the other room… No way I could get to it in time… why? I’ll tell you… I was in mid-evacuation – tried to rush things best I could… Got a bit too keen on wiping the rear end… And caught Little Inchy, started him bleeding again! Wrapped toilet paper around him and was about to try and get to the phone in time, and realised the Catheter had filled up, had to empty it. The phone stopped ringing, of course, before I’d even got to the doorway. More attention to Little Inchie is needed. Cleaned up the rear end from the attempted emergency evacuation. And got the toothbrush into action. The broken tooth started bleeding, and ♫Oh, Susana♫ chimed from the front door. I assumed it was a carer, so just closed the wet room door… But it chimed again – I struggled into the dressing gown and got to the front door, opened it, and not a soul in sight – I was too late! What next is going to go wrong, I thought. I’ll tell yer!
I cut myself shaving and dropped my spectacles; they now have an adornment of sellotape on the frame joint. Then the expensive carbolic soap I was using shot out of my wet fingers and sploshed into the WC without touching the sides! I can’t believe what’s happening here, thought I – surely it can’t continue like? It’s madness! But it did! I tried to keep calm and carefully started the Hemerine medicationalisationings. Grumblegrobbledamn! The landline rang again, and I hastened to answer it; after all, it may have been about the cataract or Glaucoma operation… or the Coppice Hospital Brain scans… or the DVT vein-bleeding… or about the missing painkillers… or the missing ? But, No! It was a bloody scam call, pretending they were from Amazon, telling me my Prime Benefits had been Cancelled – Grrr! Back to the wet room, fumingly! On with the medicationings. Got sorted and dressed, and realised the phoo and ablutions, with all the farcicalisations and interruptions, had taken me over two hours, and that was without having a shower!
I exited the torture room and went to make a brew and eat the porridge.
. Then noticed that the urine had gone bloody again? When I emptied the pouch the previous two times, it was clear???
. The afternoon or near tea time now view was a miserable one.
Carer Charly arrived in a rush, but we managed a much-needed laugh.
Pressing on but not doing very well at it with the blog.
Carer Joseph arrived and got the new night bag attached to the catheter day bag in no time. He was eager to get off, but when I mentioned that I could not find my other dressing gowns in the laundry returned, we went to have a look, and he found them, then hung them up where I keep them in the front room on hangers. Bless him. I felt a bit guilty for delaying him. They all seem busy today. Bless them. Short-handed? Thanks to them all.
. I took this terrible but pretty all the same, photo of the view.
Little Inchy started reacting to the inserted tubing again, and I took an Ipobrufen and Paracetamol to try and ease the pain. Of course, the night bag would be pulling at it (Little Inchy) more now.
More haphazard, mistake-filled work on the blog.
. Went to get the nosh warmed up and took another shot of the evening view from the kitchenette.
The Chillie – will I keep awake to eat it, though? Hehehe!
What a treat this was! Chilli-Con-Carne (canned). Boiled some spuds earlier and added them, a can of garden peas, sliced some tomatoes, and BBQ sauce and added them to marinate with the meal for three hours, then tucked into it! Taste-Rating: 9.3.10! I ate most of it. Hahaha!
Sweet Morpheus was unkind to me in the extreme tonight
Having got to kip so late last night, I resisted getting up every time the jumping awake occurred… but when I needed to get up… Zzzz! Thus, it was gone at 07:00hrs when I rose, and that was reluctantly. The first thing needed was to take off the . Which was containing some urine that looked like there might be some blood in it, judging by the colour. However, my having protanopia (Colour-Blindness to reds), you can decide for me, please.
Then I detached the , and emptied and packed it up for disposal. And the need for the arose. So, I meandered to the wet room.
I found a spoon used last night in the dressing gown pocket. How and why it was in there… I don’t know. But it was. An uncomfortably messy, Trotsky Terence-controlled, gooey splattery session again. still, cleaning it up was not as painful as usual.
I went into the kitchenette and got the kettle on.
Taking this photo while waiting for the kettle to boil. Before it did, I had to nip back again for more activities. , as it was filling up a bit urgently.
With it being such a small day bag, the smallest ever used; I was concerned that if I failed to check it, an could well happen, and the overfilled bag may burst?
The Ocado order I believed I’d slotted for next Tuesday – arrived! I am!
I got a call from Meridian’s Tina, asking me to ask if the Urology nurse arrived for her to call Tina. I said I would, and I noted it on the pad.
But it was a treat that I will still eat! Hahaha!
. I’m so glad I emptied the part filled now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.
The Urology Nurse arrived. I told her of the terrible pains and bleeding I was having from Little Inchie.She took a look and was surprised at the amount of blood and puss. She set about cleaning it up. Then adjusted the tubing and clips on the for me. Ah, so much less painful now! I thanked her. I assumed she had brought some new s for me. She reminded me to keep drinking and then ran Tina. Who came up to talk to the nurse. I could not hear what they were speaking about, though. But I assumed it was about the supply of the bags. The nurse departed with my thanks. Tina made me a mug of tea. Then she departed with my thanks.
I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.
As the night began to fall…
I took this photo.
arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.
Back on the computing lark.
I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol. I think they were from Jenny. I must ring to thank her.
Arrived, theoretically, to attach the to the … But she discovered that we had no night pouches that we could use!!! I had no choice other than accept it and stay up awake all night. I believe there is no way the day bag is big enough to cope with all the night wee-weeing without bursting. Can I stay awake, though? This is going to be an unwanted stressful struggle I could do without!
Can I ever be free of worries? I suppose not?
Evening night shot from the kitchen window.
With staying up late, I’d lost any sense of time. And thoughtlessly rang Jenny to thank her for the tablets she’s kindly posted through the letterbox for me earlier.
♫ Food, Glorious Food! ♫
Worra meal! Taste rating: 8/10
In mu efforts to stay awake and monitor the tiny day bag, I made many pots of tea, nibbled an unhealthy amount of Cheesy Curls and Vinegar flavoured Quavers, and even sat on the end of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, so if I did nod off, hate jolt of slipping off the chair should wake me. It didn’t work!
I fell asleep; I’d estimate at 04:00hrs. Woke up at 06:00hrs, and I had to empty the tiny catheter bag.
A hectic day. Medicationalistically, that is!
I shall reveal only the important & humorous stuff, as time is already running out. (Well, that’s the plan anyway) but I have been known to waffle on. Hehe!
I’ve dealt with the pretty, kind Fall Team’s Lisa.
The Doctor’s Surgery… twice…
The Urology Hospital.
Made two more medical appointments given me.
And failed to arrange lifts… yet!
Here we go…
After another night of sleep-wake, sleep-wake, and sleep-wake… I decided to get up around 05:00hrs – fell back asleep, and was woken by Chiming from the doorbell, and in walked my mate and .
The moment I woke and stretched the one leg on the chair (The other had the catheter on it and needed to be kept off of the chair so as not to trap the tubing), the kicked-off big-time.
Richard, set about getting detaching, then he , and adjusted the straps on the . Gave me the medications and set up the air-fryer for me. We had a little chat while he did it.
The was utilised, and then I stripped off (A horrible thought for you, I know), and I got the done. Medicationalisationings next. Then the painful bit of doing the hemerine . Finally, nearly two hours after entering the wet room, I started the task of getting dressed. This provided the first and of the day.
I was at the complicated stage of using the picker-upperer to get the trousers up over the and the attached accoutrements, and, with its usual crap-timing, a burst out.
I fell against the racking and, almost in slow motion, slid down, hitting my chin on the metal. However, I managed to land on a knee, and it was my left knee; this helped me, along with the walking stick, to get back up onto my feet. Even if it did take me an age to manage it. Also, no damage to the catheter, tubing, bag or straps, either. So it could have been a lot worse. As I was at my smuggest, the teeth started bleeding. It must have been from when I hit my chin on the trolley? A flaming good start to the day! It must have taken me over two hours to complete the , and !!!
Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and got the computer going.
An Email from the lovely Lisa from the Falls team had to be answered.
At last, very late in the morning, I made a start on finishing off yesterday’s blog.
Herbert above’s short concert of mechanical clanging was short-lived.
Then the lift men began working again. But they were such a lot less noise than last week. Maybe they were getting to the end of the job or more floors down? Got to be done, though.
I made an Iceland order for next week.
The Pharmacy man rang about next week’s appointment.
Then the doctor’s surgery rang; The Doctor needed me to come and see her. That sounded a little worrying! She told me the appointment is for next Monday at 10:30hrs.
Around 16:00hrs, I rang Easy-Link to try and book a lift there and back, but the lady said I must call back in the morning twixt ten & noon. But will I remember to? If I forget, or can’t get through, they are not open Sat and Sundays… Oh, dearie me!
I spent hours on blogging duties. It’s amazing how many mistakes, errors, memory losses and losing track that a man can make! All without any effort at all.