INCHIE TODAY: Wednesday 1st February 2023

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PROBLEMS ALL DAY LONG!

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.

PHEW!

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.

TTFN

INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 26th January 2023

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A bit close to home, this one!

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ANOTHER LONG, BUSY DAY

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.

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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.

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Then noticed that the urine had gone bloody again? When I emptied the pouch the previous two times, it was clear???

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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.

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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.

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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!

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Sweet Morpheus was unkind to me in the extreme tonight

IN PAIN? DEPRESSED? ME? WELL… YES!

INCHIE TODAY: Tuesday 24th January 2023

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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 acci-whoop 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!

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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.

Another day of cock-ups, got through!

INCHIE TODAY: Sunday 22nd January 2023

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Another struggle. As you will read below.
Pain, frustration and everything taking so

long to get done. My blog suffers again!
If things don’t improve soon… I’ll sulk!

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This morning’s awakening tales may be the longest bit in the diary.
Horrendous is the word, methinks!

I stirred back into pretend life early; I think it was.

The moment I learnt forward to have a peep at the overnight catheter pouch in the bucket – the started off!

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The urine looked a smidge, like it had blood in it.
I removed the night pouch, gathered the bowl and went to pack away the used bag, visit the Porcelain Throne, and have a clean-up…

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Oh, Heckithump! . The day bag appeared to have clod specs on it. I made sure it wasn’t something stuck to the outside of the pouch… Nope! They were inside! Then I deposited some evacuated waste from the rear end…
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BACK TO SQUARE ONE AGAIN!

Not only was Little Inchy bleeding from the tubing now the rear end was bloodied as well. Just as it was four weeks ago when I first realised I had a problem with the urine infection, and ended up at the Queens Medical A&E and the for two days.
Still, no panic yet. I’m seeing the Doctor in the morning. Initially to get advice on what the has decided needs doing, and have told the Doctor about my condition.
It’s all go here, with nothing happening… apart from being in pain for four weeks without any break. You don’t like to complain, do yer?

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I’m not sure why I took this picture.

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These poor-quality shots were taken.
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Tried this one again…
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Ah, well, a little better, mayhap.

Messy kitchen.
Messy kitchen with the light switched on.

When called, the catheter day bag, after being emptied half an hour before, was at bursting point! It’s getting that red tinge to it again it.

Yet three hours later, this is all it had amassed?
Getting confusing this is…

I made an order with Ocado. As I told on his next call,
I took my time and made sure I ordered it for the right day this time… A temporary We’ll see?

Getting a little hungry now as the light begins to fade.

As I settled to get the early meal, having abandoned blogging.
I (Well, Little Inchie too!) was just in so much pain; tired and knowing I had the appointment in the morning, was determined to get the best proper session possible done. And bravely (Haha!) opted to have a good shower, despite .
But first, the meal… I took a bite of one of the potato-rostis and realised that the dark centre blotches on each one were not BBQ sauce at all!. I spat out the spud. And put the rest in the bin straight away. Which sort of ruined the feast completely!
After eating what was left, a . I got the packaging from the waste bin and used the magnifying glass to find and see the use-by date… Ahem! Oh, dearie me!
January 18th!
BOING!

The session went wellish… apart from…
① Another mini-chunk was broken of a bicuspid.
② Three cuts shaving…
③ Dropped the razor three times, retrieved using the picker-upperer
④ The top grip on snapped off in the shower!
⑤ That cost me half an hour putting right… well…
⑥ I dropped the shower head…
⑦ Landed right on my

: Dropped the olive oil bottle, didn’t break, but me took ages to clear it up, and then started!

: Ran out of Daktacort to stop Little Inchie bleeding!
     However, on the bright side…
, No , or attacks! I was also free of routines! , the, were kind to me, too! only toyed with me for a minute or two. And ‘s visit was the shortest ever! No shower power box head-butting, and NO TUMBLES!
So, overall, I reckon I got off lightly this morning! Erm, I mean tonight!

Carer Richard Arrived as I was finishing getting dressed and preparing things to take with me to the doctor’s visit. He got the medications given to me and to use attached the day pouch. Adjusting the loose straps for me. Bless him!
He checked the taps and cooker, and all were okay.
The lad was very tired and swearing a lot. Not that this stops him from caring for me in detail: He reminded me to ring for a taxi to get to the surgery in the morning. This lad is a good ‘un!
I hobbled, night bag and bowl in hand, stick in the other to the door with him. Said our fare-thee-wells, and I locked the door.

Back in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. Where with the tubing hanging off of my leg, the pouches feeling so cold for some reason, and the leak bowl in position – I had a few moments of indecision; call it wavering, hesitancy, vacillation, irresolution or doubtfulness regarding whether to catch the bus or to order a taxi in the morning. ‘Dithering commenced’.

I wanted to walk, but I’ve not been out on a walk for ages… a chance to prove I can still do it, mayhap? I soon realised that would be too much – then thought about getting the bus down the hill into Sherwood and busing it to Carrington… on the other hand, if I felt okay, I could walk it along Mansfield Road up the hill and down into Carrington. I’ll have the three-wheeled walker with me, so it could work? Or should I use the telephone number that Richard found for me and call a hire car? For some unfathomable reason, this was playing on my mind for hours?

I nearly forgot the evening sunset shot!

Erm… Evening all!

INCHIE TODAY: Saturday 21st January 2023

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Pandemonium! Everything delaying, interfering and stopping things from getting done. Hence the worst Diary ever. I did get the top bit done, though. And that took until 13:00hrs! Sorry!

The Catheter tubing was causing bleeding again from little Inchies fungal lesion. The Mystery stabbing pains have persisted,  wearing me down

Fait dollop of wee in the night catheter.

Terrible morning view photo.

The light bulb needed changing.
I couldn’t get up the step ladder…
Tall Carer assisted!

Ah, that’s better. Thank you.

Carer Richard’s donated minder whiteboard.
No lift for Monday is available.
The taxi, I suppose?

Cor, the little day catheter bag filled up quickly.

An hour later, again!

Then the wee-weeing stopped?

Evening meal, not bad.
Flavour Rating: 7/10.

Followed by a pot of porridge.
A drop of raspberry syrup was added.

Woken by Carer Carole-Anne.
Who gave the painkillers to me.
And added the night bag to the catheter.
Earlier, Carer Kara tried to get me logged back onto
Internet banking. It wouldn’t let us. She’d not got much time and will try again later. Bless ’em. ♥

Could I get back to sleep?
Well, no, not for ages.
TSK!

Sorry not much on this blog.
Time is so precious…
But, all the medicationings…
Catheter changing and emptying…
Even getting dressed and washed is time-consuming nowadays.
Cooking with one hand and trying to use the walking stick…
The wearying Mystery Rib Pains…
And my wandering stubborn brain…
Fretting and worrying away…

It’ll get better again one day…

INCHIE TODAY: Thursday 19th January 2023

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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 Carer Richard.
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
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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 GC broken toothme 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.

Here are the photographs from the day:

Pareidolia moment with the clouds.

All is well with the Catheter!

Air Fryer was all set up for me!

Blooming nippy out there!

All parked up

Sunsetting shot

Sunsetting shot twenty minutes later.
Got the balcony doors open for me.

Got the TV on to watch Heartbeat as I worked on the blog

Logging off now to get summat to eat.

Morning Catch Up

Baked beans with BBQ sauce, bread rolls.
Soya yoghourt & Star dessert.

Eating it, and arrived. Checkedte catheter.
All was well in that department.
Medications and a little chinwag & laugh.

Dished the cold meal after she’d gone. Enjoyed what
I did eat, though. Flavour 7.5/10.

Arrewa…
Arovoi…

Arrevou…
Googled it…
Aurevoir!

INCHIE TODAY: Sunday 15th January 2023

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Not been too well today – just ran out of time to get the blogging done, I’m afraid. Catheter pouch troubles and a concentration destroying constant pains from the Mystery shooting rib-pains. But I have done my bestest. Which was not very good!

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05:00hrs: Woke to discover, as I got into position to disconnect the catheter night pouch, I spied that it was completely empty. This somewhat bamboozled me a smidge.
On further investigation, I found that the day bag pouch’s release valve had not been opened. When I went to roll up the jammie leg, the bag was so full that I had to drop them instead: which was a beginning of a farcicalness of great
magnitude.
acci-whoop I tore the PPs on the tube clip. Caught causing it to bleed, and losing time getting it to stop. And emptying the pouch, clouted my knee on the edge of the WC, and knocked stuff off of the floor cabinet… which stayed where they were; and are still there now.
Which combined, caused the terribly nasty mystery stabbing rib pains to kick off, which more or less put me out of action for hours.

It was gone midday before I could make a start on this, and Herbert above started his cacophony of bangs and tap-tapping.
I was still not right mentally or physically. The constant pains ensured that. I did take some photographs throughout the day, though, not as many as usual that helped trigger the memory.

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I must have taken this one after or during one of the many visits to  Porcelain Throne. All were messy affairs again!