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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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Carer’s keep up with it I don’t know. I’ve written down the roster needed: AM on waking up: 
Blepharitis Gel, left eye only. Five minutes later, the 
4-Times a day. 
drops, for times a day, to be inserted by the Carers. The gel is AM & PM only. Then 
, this is to be applied by me, four times a day. The Dry Eye pads are to be used three times a day, applied by me. Instruction was supplied on how to do this properly. The Blepharitis liquid is applied on a pad and can be used morning and evening ‘If required’
as I was doing the pad cleansing job, 
had a go at me, and I caught the eye again! Then it got such a nuisance, that I had to abandon the blogging 
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Nocturnal Urinationings
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Tons of No-Butter Butter on milk roll slices.
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Sundown
Close-up of the Sun
Multi-shaded tootsies
The second meal of the day – A rarity?
So many ailments attacking today. The most annoying and bothersome one was without a doubt; 
. For constant sheer pain, and causing me balance loss. 
, and 
. With support from 
& a particularly persistent
kept failing.
Mission impossible for some of the suggestions. How can the carers find time or staff to help me clear the room? They can’t supply the domestic now. They’ve had to cut down the hour, to half an hour, of financial assistance. It is the holiday period now; the poor devils are struggling. Staff are taking their breaks when they can, before the time runs out, can’t be helped mind you. I know how difficult it is, being in the same position when I was Security Controller at Sawley Security, a nightmare! Mission Impossible for them as well, re this guidance. Everything is getting behind schedule, and my already dilapidated memory is suffering; I’m trying to catch up, and things get further behind
This time, I lost all the stuff I’d done today!.
Morning moon.
Closer.
McCains…
Ha!
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I may have nodded off while eating it a few times. I later found some potato cubes in the dressing gown pocket, in my belly folds, and on 
; the next thing, I was waking, having a renewal of consciousness, rejuvenescence, from my preciously short kip of about an hour – in the usual fashion
Newly spotted legs.
Swelling up again.
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However, for the first time in months, the 
internet was working frost time! But not for long, about eight minutes…
Got the Tuesday blog finalised and sent off.
Window shot to the left.
Then to the right.
Smoke & Mirrors ladies & gentlemen at 
for another go… Cor!
Bit of a bigger nosh tonight. Sliced potatoes roasted, garden peas, a soy burger, fancy strawberry-filled pastry (Not that there was much filling in it, mostly pastry, disappointed in this one), and a banana to finish off with. Taste Rating: 6.8/10.
It was the doctor’s surgery with the new Warfarin doses after the blood test. The INR level had gone up a little. I changed the doses on the Carers book to the new doses.
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What a Start This Morning!
top of the electric fire, that I can’t afford to use with the cost of electricity; and panicked a little when I saw (Wrongly as it happens) that the clock showed it to be about ten past seven. And the food delivery is coming twixt 
07:00 > and 08:00! 
room to check on the state of my inguen department in the lower regions.
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en route against the door frame. But did not stop, went in and peeled off the bloodied protection pants, and went into an investigative mode to assess the damage. Not much Germolene left; I used most of it on Little 
Inchies. Then realised I had even less left of the Germoloid ointment! But remembered my taking brave choice, to order a tube of each on today’s Morrison order, and dang, the cost! Taking the wristwatch off, I spotted the real-time! 03:30hrs. All that rushing and pain for nothing. 
Got the computer on to update yesterday’s blog. The time flew, but I took a break for a brew of Glengettie and the two last biscuits from the jar. No, I didn’t cry! But it was a close call. Hehe! I’d ordered some on the Morrison order, which cheered me up.
carriers in the hallway. Freezer, fridge, and cupboard goods.
I got around to putting the pictures taken onto the computer, my lovingly, carefully, time-consumingly taken shots throughout the late morning. But not one was on the SD card! 
, I swore, cursed and lambasted myself as I ground my teeth and wanted to hit myself in the face! What else is going to go wrong? Don’t answer that, please!
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Please let my luck get betterer?
Plenty of it for once, 500 ml!
A wider view…
But neither was very good. Tsk!
Titivated the nurses, carers, and helpers nibbles.
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After getting them into the jar, Kara told me they needed 4 days in the fridge. As instructed, I shook the seasoning in the tub.
Fridge close up. Leicester cheese to go in the potatoes later… well, that’s the plan, anyway.
Fridge full view.
Terribly bad freezer shot…
But the bananas came out alright.
Balcony photo of the end car park.
Low puffer clouds, Bootiful!.
A Higher in the Sky view.
Although this one could be my finger?
. Woke and went to check on the cooking and spotted the part moon high in the sky. I took these poor efforts for photographicalisations
But I ate most of it; I just had to leave some of the mushrooms.
& the 
, to clean and medicate things in the lower regions.
How the heck I managed to get three copies of The Moon in there is beyond me. I bet WordPress 
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Forgetting all about the night pouch being attached. I tugged at the long attacked tube extension, and Little Inchies 
made me jump as the blood flowed. I ended up falling backwards, and as my bum hit the cushion, I discerned that 
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Waste bag assembled.
Topped up the treats counter
Kitchen, a good job; the domestic gal is calling today.
Ablutions. 
After an hour of trying…
Not coming back of its own accord. Rebooted just the box, reset it, gave it a minute or two & tried again… 
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Then…
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Gorgeous puffer clo
Sherwood Vale Scene.
Through the balcony’s inner doors.
I must try to get out to get some more of the eye pads
The turning evening skies.
Later on, sunset.
Gorgeous!
and…
it looked like this…
Taste-Rating: 802/10.
Woken twice by the last care calls.
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Waste bags sorted out.
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Could have been anything really?
Although terrible photos, I discerned that it was indeed a cat.
Five carrier bags fool!
The bleach in the barfs was leaking a bit or had leaked judging by the smell.
Ah, grand nosh to nibble! I’m unsure how or why I ordered three packets of ready-sliced and seasoned potatoes?
Got some replacements for the nurses, drivers and carers’ treats shelf in the front room.
Make a great brew of Glengettie tea!
, returned
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might help me pull out of whatever it was that had a grip on me. So, I did!
The teeth bled profusely after cleaning those I had left.
The tiny nicks shaving also flowed more blood than usual.
Headed butting the shower power box didn’t go well. Hehe!
chimed from the doorbell, as in walked the Carer. I was late getting the meal, and he was a little early coming, but no bother, other than the meal was cold by the time he has done his bit and departed. Still, he was kind enough to photographicalise me, pretending to eat the meal. Hahaha!
Despite the lack of heat, I still enjoyed it.
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Night Pouch removed
Washed the plates, great!
Doing the day’s blog, I came across a notepad page that was only partly completed; let me spend, wait for it… over 6 hours doing the ode page words! And it’s not finished yet! I simply plodded on uncaringly until the Carer arrived… Tsk!
Photos were taken while Carer Benjamin was here.
Caught Benjamin taking a selfie on the balcony. Hehe!
The first one.
Above and below from the balcony
Getting darker earlier now.
Looking almost scary now…
Still Bootiful, though!
Nothing special, but So-Tasty!
and down to the houses.
. But he was in a stubborn mood, and it took me a couple of hours to nod off. I noted the time, 03:00hrs, when I knocked a bottle of soda water off the ottoman tray. Used the torch to check it had not burst open and saw the big battery clock. It seemed that seconds later, I was in the land of bliss. Ahh!
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Lighter than it was, I used the flash in error
A smidgeon of rain again last night.
Front car park – made a mess of this one. 
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Kitchen window shot to the right.
The kitchen window shot to the left.
A later through-the-balcony shot.
CorelDrawing, Odeing, then blogging for four or five hours.
Mug of Thompson Punjana tea…
and a pot noodle!
Shave, shower, nasal spraying, teggies, Germolene, Germoloid, Corticoid creaming of 
, 
I’m back – it didn’t go very wel
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I did the medicationalisationing without any further injuries being suffered!
Murky?
As I began preparing the late nosh…
Prettily presented plate of provender…
Carer Richard arrived to sort me out. Although, at the time, I recall only wanting to get back to my precious, in short-supply sleep. Hehe!
It dawned on my 
impaired brain what I was doing wrong! How the heck? I didn’t realise it before; it beats me! I’d tried to apply it to the eye pad like you would with a standard toothpaste tube. 
Ah, well!
To find that replay football matches were on the channel.
left me alone.
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Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! 
Waste bags sorted.
The was better!
First mug of Glengettie!
Computer on.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my 
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.
Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.
I got a new strap on the wristwatch.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Early Morning
Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10