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…
A bad day for the “Out-Of-It” spells. “Mind Blanks” & “Self-Loathing. I made up ten templates in advance today…A bad mistake. Cost me most of the day.But I kept mind-wandering off to do other things,without a care in the world for while I was doing them… Afterwards, catching up and getting to where I was before my meanderings just cost me more time.As if things don’t take long enough to get done nowadays? I’d have missed the first proper sunset we’ve had for daysif it wasn’t for Carer Carolynne arriving. She helped me take some photos. As usual, I got carried away and took far too many for far too long.By the time I’d returned to the computer, I’d acquired an empty mind of magnificent incapability. What was I doing?Ah, well, I’ll do my best. I’m only just starting this blog, and it is already 22:30hrs!
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Bloody heck! Well, in the pouch!.
Guess who burnt his already burned knuckle?
Carer Sam and Carollyne had been and gone. I got on with the template-making again. It only took me about nine hours to get them done.
I got some soup in the saucepan and added some imitation bacon bits, liquid smoke, salt and vinegar to the vegetables, and added a can of peas. Lovingly stirred it all together, but I got summoned again to the beloved . Where I spent the next hour or so in a battle to force an evacuation. Like cement! The soup got burnt!
I had a pot of Chinese rice. It was very nice.
The next few hours are nothing more than scraps of memory. I don’t recall anyone calling on me, but think they did. I found the hot tap running and now have no water to wash and shave with. No way am I going to try using saucepans and kettles in the state I’m in… at least, I think I was. I must see the nurse about these bouts of, as I call them, being “Out-of-it!” Anything could happen. It might have?
Carer Carolynne arrived for her last call. This is when I realised we had got a sunset going on in the night sky. I got the Fuji, and the Carer took some photos on her mobile phone of the magnificent view on offer. After she sorted the medications and took the bags out for me, I stayed taking photos for about an hour as the reluctant-to-leave-us sun fought to stay in view.Marvellous! IK think I’ve got them in order as taken.
Third effort – Getting good now!
Apparently, calming down?
Fare thee well!
Hello! Is she trying to make a comeback?
Took some close-ups here...
I went to empty out the day pouch again, disinfected and cleaned the bucket, and back into the kitchen for a brew… Blimey, she was still giving it a go! Wonderful!
I really enjoyed taking them shots!
Carer Richard arrived – he was not happy. We were out of night catheter bags. So that’s why the others didn’t attach them to the day bag for the last three nights. No one has done anything about it. The lad was really annoyed and was fed-up. Which upset me in a way; I hate to see. Richard upset. Poor lad. He didn’t stay long, he was not in the mood for a natter.
And he didn’t call on Monday morning either. Hope he’s alright.
A decent nosh made. Nowt to get excited about. Guess what it was? Hehe! Flavour Rating 6.8/10.
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 very Sunday, my worst ever Weariness-Willy attack… much worse than yesterday, had me sleeping on and off, not getting much done at all, for an estimated total comprising of; Finally got the meal last night… no, this morning, finished, and flopped down on the c1966, £300, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, round 04:20hrs. I was up again at 04:20hrs, adjusting the long tube on the beloved , to get enough freedom from the bleeding and pain to get myself to the wet room to tackle the job properly. You will appreciate that this farce was a severe challenge to my temper-keeping and pain-bearing levels. With Metal Mickey, the walking stick in one hand, and the and elongated tube was a dicey business. But cleaning up the blood, washing the tender areas, and trying to put the Savlon Cream on little Inchie without catching the inserted tube – (Which I did a few times – I naturally merely laughed off the agony & paid off!) Then the Germoloids Ointment was applied to the rear-end quarters. After washing and drying the bum and legs as best, I could, with just one hand available to use… And I was feeling so ruddy tired and irritable! And had started off!
Arrived as I was masking a brew of tea. My only aim was to get my head down at long last. Jozeph removed the night pouch, gave me the medications, and we had a minute or two chatting. He checked the taps and stove and took the waste bag with him.
I took a photo of the morning view…
While I made a fresh mug of tea.
Then about 07:00hrs, it was back into the £300 second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
Could I get the straps in a comfortable position on the right leg? No!
A bit tight… That’s better methought… Ah, you fool Inchie! The pouch had filled. So, up again and to the bucket to empty it...
The urine looked nice and light yellow.
Resettled onto 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.
The body let me slip into the oblivion of deep sleep… But the dreaming started again. Then, waking up every five or ten minutes with a jump or jerk!At around 11:15hrs, arrived.
Back off to sleep without any problems; staying asleep was the problem!
I gave up trying around 15:00hrs and got on with starting yesterday’s blog worked on. It took me until Gawd knows when to get done. Hours!
Did the ablutions. Made a brew.
And had my dinner. A pot of porridge… Why only a pot of porridge? Cause I: was still so tired, and after eating the feast, I went to make sure that the slow cooker had been turned off.
Arrived, woke me up and got the medications sorted.
I was unbelievably tired again… Zzzz!
I had to get up yet again; to empty the pouch.
The sleep would not return this time. I think I was just too overtired… if that makes any sense? So, back onto the computer. But Concentration Konrad had done a runner, and of all things, the danged returned to haunt and hurt me… as well as make any more sleep impossible.
Came in. We had a minute or two natters after he did the medications; he was in a rush, methinks. Nice to see him again. I asked how he was. Cause he was quieter than usual. His Diabetic insulin level was all over the place. I hope it levels for him soon.
After Richard had gone, it was back to errors, mistakes, and some short but persistent Dizzy Dennis visits for an hour or two. Later, early hours of the morning, I did try to take some photos from the computer chair. I could see my reflection coming back off of the outer glass, so tried to do a wave to you in the frame and capture it… . The first one wasn’t good… So I tried again with the flash on…
. Another failure! . I tried a third time… Got a third failure. But at least you make out a terrible outline of my hand wave and head… You can borrow my spyglass if you like? Hehehe!
The blood is back in the bladder again!
Still, it’s not as deep a red as it was last week.
Well, hardly worth me trying to get any sleep now.Nearly 05:00hrs. The morning Carer is due twixt 0600-0745hrs. I’ll turn off the computer, and unlock the door, then have a pot of noodles. And try to get some sleep.
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!
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!
thenCame at teatime.
Late morning view.
and later came.
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, 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
I’m hoping that a supply of a new , or even a week’s supply, will arrive today. Single-use only the night catheters, the day ones for seven days, I think. But it’s 17:15 hours already. Maybe one or some has gone to the Meridian office and will be brought by a night carer to fit for me? My fingers are crossed on that!
A prayer to get the last week’s two bags of laundry done as well. A talk with Mr G about the possibility of getting the bleeding and pain stopped from . My fingers are crossed on that one as well!
The immediate concern is over my Kryptonite – Sleep! Two hours was all I got last night – and no chance of catching up on it presented itself today. Dependent on whether or not I can get a