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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.
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 
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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!
Sweet Morpheus was unkind to me in the extreme tonight
IN PAIN? DEPRESSED? ME? WELL… YES!
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arose. So, I meandered to the wet room
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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?
I am!
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now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.
for me. Ah, so much less painful now! I thanked her.
I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.
I took this photo.
arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.
I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
Arrived, theoretically, to attach the 
… But she discovered that we had no night pouches that we could use!!! 
Evening night shot from the kitchen window.
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started off!
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for two days. 
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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?
We’ll see?
As I settled to get the early meal, having abandoned blogging.
. I got the packaging from the waste bin and used the magnifying glass to find and see the use-by date… Ahem! 
: Dropped the olive oil bottle, didn’t break, but me took ages to clear it up, and then 
started!
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attacks! I was also free of 
routines! 
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, 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!
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!
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Fait dollop of wee in the night catheter.
Terrible morning view photo.
The light bulb needed changing.
Ah, that’s better. Thank you.
Carer Richard’s donated minder whiteboard.
Cor, the little day catheter bag filled up quickly.
An hour later, again!
Then the wee-weeing stopped?
Evening meal, not bad.
Followed by a pot of porridge.
Woken by Carer Carole-Anne.
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Chiming from the doorbell, and in walked my mate and 
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, and adjusted the straps on the 
done. Medicationalisationings next. Then the painful bit of doing the hemerine 
of the day.
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 
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Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and got the computer going.
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!
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 TV on to watch Heartbeat as I worked on the blog
Baked beans with BBQ sauce, bread rolls.
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causing it to bleed, and losing time getting it to stop. 
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I’d forgotten to check the catheter bag.
Evening shot?
Car Park. ‘Oh, a space?’
A not-very-good-looking nosh was enjoyed, all the same.
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Got to the wet room, yet again, just in time. But that’s a lot better than being too late with all the consequences entailed with that! Hehe!
I got the belated 
tackled and was well-pleased to see that today was the third in a row of my being in the High-Normal amber zone!
Time for the first brew of the day. No easing into it with a Punjana… I was feeling pretty good, so delved into a full-on-flavoured mug of the, originally mixed for the Welsh Miners in 1905 by the Thompson family, Glengettie. 
Despite my best efforts, I could not get the pants down in time. And 
took total control of t
he proceedings! All I could do, well apart from swearing and cursing, was to get on with the now familiar job of cleaning things up, putting the pants in a bucket of Dettol, changing the Depends, and getting another pair of trews, giving myself a 
I was working away on the blog, and it only being fifteen minutes since I emptied the bag; I didn’t check it for another half-hour or so.
arrived.
I got a landline call from the beautiful DVT-Warfarin nurse, Hristina. She’s coming to see me on Wednesday to take a blood sample to test the INR level.
I went to make another brew of tea, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Nosh, time now!
Settled to watch the TV, Heartbeat, a football match, then New Tricks. That was the plan, anyway.
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From yesterday.
0500 this morning.
No idea what happened!
Morning kitchen window shots
Emptied the Cataracts and…
Confused now, after reading what I could of the instructions, advice, and procedure I’ve to go through without painkillers. Not that it bothered me, a naturally brave, hardy man like me!
Early evening
I’ll say no more on this… (Flinching now!)
♫ FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD ♫
HIS THIRD CALL OF THE DAY.
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02:30hrs: Woke up for the umpteenth time, but not with 
was in command of things, and he was not going to be rushed. I actually got a few clues answered as I waited for the action to begin. I thought it was comical when it did burst out… all of it in seconds, a blessed relief from the travel pains, followed by multiple plop-plopping sounds. And it was all over. No bleeding, no mess! I am not sure if the released product reminded me of hazelnuts or chocolate peanuts, but fell for the nuts cause they were harder. The WC needed only one flush to clear the contents away, and I felt rather good; I expected things to be more painful, messier and take much longer. No help or urging from me was needed at all. However, having been fooled before, 
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Followed in the medicalisationing activities.
. I forgot to get another tube when I went to the pharmacy on 
Tuesday. Yes, I swore at myself rancorously! 
I was so close to taking a Galpharm capsule in mistake for a Senna to help free 
That could have been a right pickle and mess I’d put myself into again! 
A genuine bit of good luck that I realised in time! 
But, of course, my smugness was short-lived. Putting the olive oil in, I somehow squeezed the rubber, and the oil flowed, I dropped the slippery bottle, and it landed with perfect precision: right on my left foot’s 
. It made me jump a smidgeon. Of course, I took it all in my stride, grinned and laughed off the agony. 
and I dropped tube, and totally without thinking, I bent down to pick it up 
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, but around, the back of the rib cage. At first, I thought I must have banged something when I took the tumble on whatever day it was. But Carer whatshername could see no bruising.
Here are the early morning photographs from the kitchen. I nearly forgot them. Tsk!
Had to keep going for wee-wees regularly throughout the day.
I think Herbert must be going out today. Mayhap delivering some of the steam-powered toy trains to the kids at the school? All quiet now!
A photo of the half-eaten meal of the day is here on the right. Vegan bacon, tomatoes, Potato Rostis,
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arrived at 22:10hrs. I recall the g
Got off back to sleep, but this time it was full of the usual repeated, regular pullulating jerking awake with the twitching right shoulder, and often knocking something off of the ottoman as the limbs flail! That’s not right, is it? I did tell the Doctor about this. The response I got was an odd down-the-nose look that said to me: “The man’s potty!” followed by, let me know if it gets worse
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06:15hrs: Spent the first hour of wakefulness between the wee-wee bucket and the Porcelain Throne. So many trips were needed, and all like the urine-fungal infection started last week. Putrid-smelling pee, pains starting in the bladder area, then moving all around the torso, almost to the back.
Richard told me to ring the Doctor, bearing in mind that last week I was late in doing so, nada paid the price in pain and lack of sleep. He even wrote it down on the whiteboard for a later carer to see.
Spent many hours on updating the Tuesday blog, at least five! Before getting it done. Accident and mistake-ridden, I’m sure. All to the accompaniment of the blasts of tap-tapping and bang-banging with either sawing or drilling noises supplied by the blocks the smart-alecky, insensitive, unsympathetic, toffee-nosed, self-important, naff, noisy nasty man, from the flat above on the 13th floor?
gave another blast of thudding and knocking; just to keep me on my toes. But it was a shorter session this time. Phew!
just gave a little, almost musical again a blast of mechanical abbellimenti, with tempo and rubato. Once again, it didn’t last too long, but he was putting plenty of effort into it. I do hope that he hasn’t broken his hammer or chopped his chopper off, and that was the reason for his sudden silence. Or had too much of the Single Malt Whiskey and fell over, cracking his head against one of his train engine models. 
Better get summat to eat then.
Was not too keen on letting me get to sleep, so I put the TV on. That helped. I nodded off as the first round of adverts came on.