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I’m not sure if it was the flu jab, but since having it, I’ve lost some memory periods, Slept on & off, involuntarily like a tot! I’ve been changing from knackered to almost having short periods of euphoric energy! Up & Down! Sometimes, I am practically logical in my thinking, only rarely, mind you; then back to the stunted, dithering, not knowing what I was and am doing! (i.e. Normal).
I’m not right yet… but I’m also not complaining!
I wonder if they’ll let me have a few more flu shots?
No wonder they were so busy with so many in the queue at the chemists. Could I wear a disguise and try to book in for another injection… or two? Hehehe!
Since being jabbed, there have been some of them quite long-lasting, when I adopted a sod-it-all, apathetic, couldn’t-give-a-toss attitude! I couldn’t!
The complete opposite of my usual stance of dithering, worrying, self-pitiful, guilt-ridden, shamed, humiliated, ignominy & indignity of my plight.
I’ve missed entering a room or opening a cupboard and wondering what I was doing this for. Of course, it was the drugs, but I didn’t care what I was doing anyway. Even my ailments seemed less painful, or my mind ignored them. But not this morning: I fear signs of a slow but definite return are in force of both  and getting a grip on me, and thus – back to normal! If such a thing exists. (It doesn’t!)
There are so many mini-blank spots in the day’s memory… maybe I dropped off, putting the leg up.
Four hours up, & four down, as instructed by the Obergrüppenfürer nurse. She was lovely; I didn’t manage to get her name, a shame!
I bet the drug gangs are targeting chemists to get their hands on some of the flu vaccines. I can understand why now. What’s the word? Psychedelic?
It may be with and his it could well have affected me differently, with the brain not understanding the messages sent to him? I enjoyed it!
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00:15hrs: On rising, an early, early-morning view.

Onto the computer to get on with the blogging…
An hour later, I got it back on…
Half an hour later, back on…
Off again… Did a complete reset and waited to see if this worked for me… hopefully…

Took a still early morning snap of the view
through the balcony windows.
It appeared to have a new leak higher up; this one was bleeding blood?

returned online.
It does that sometimes – it works! Back onto the blog.

Went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Taking this shot of the lightening sky.

Arrived. Lovely to see her again.
She spotted the blood on the bandage.
Kara rang the Community Nurse Department
and reported the issue to me.
She’s off on a well-deserved holiday shortly for a fortnight. I shall miss her.

I assume the position on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.

It now has the air cushion granted by Falls Team Lady Sarah. And I started the four-hour right-leg-up position routine as instructed to do. I put the TV on, and a Gordon Ramsay Hotel Hell programme was showing.
I fell asleep for five hours!

Woken up by the District Nurse arriving. Lovely lady, she was. Taking off the bandage and pad off made me jump a smidge when the congealed pad parted company with the leg; I remember that clearly enough! Haha!
Before…
After.
I can’t get the slipper on the right foot at that moment, but when the bandages settle in the morning, I imagine things will be fine and dandy.

Back on the computer…
I fell asleep while working on CorelDraw.
I woke maybe an hour later, in a somewhat rejuvenated state of mind, still feeling a fool for falling off like I did. I continued the blog, finished it, and posted it to WordPress. Then, very early, I got hunger pangs, fancying a nibble; I investigated what food was available. I chose some frozen pork ribs and felt like having a few. Which I knew would not do the decaying teeth any good; I didn’t care at that moment.

Just a snack. I imagine you’ve noticed in the photo below that the ribs were somewhat overcooked? Too right! I’d sat in the recliner with the leg up, of course, while waiting for the 40 minutes it said to cook the pork to pass.
I woke an hour and a half later to the gorgeous but panic-making smell of burnt pork filling the flat! I think someone should make air freshers with this scent!. Haha!
getting out of the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and hastened hobblingly to the kitchen. A thin smoke filled the place as I opened the oven door! But it did smell nice, Hehehe! I opened the windows to clear the air and prevent the fire alarm from activating. Glanced at the oven tray inside and decided the ribs would still be edible… Mmm!
Took this picture of the view from the window.
Left the oven tray in the sink filled with hot water, washing up liquid, baking soda and bleach!
And settled again to gnaw as much as my teeth would allow me, with some roasted onions aside at the so flavourful ribs. I thought they tasted great, but the teeth and gums bleeding afterwards took the edge off of the enjoyment of eating them!
It took me a long time to eat what was probably no more than four ounces of meat on the plate.
I washed the bloodied plate and cutlery after amazingly easily cleaning the oven dish that had been soaking in the baking powder bleach! If anyone has not tried it, please do. It raises the burnt bits to the top of the water. I’m glad whoever it was that told me to try it did! Great!

When I’d cleaned things up in the kitchen, I decided that one ice cream would be a good idea. Soy ice cream. I scooped some into the thermal dish and
sprinkled the Lowicz Raspberry syrup over the ice cream. Lovely!

arrived. I was still sitting with my leg up. I felt too drained to work on starting this blog; I was buggered! Which is like being back to normal. No more spurts of mystery energy now. Back to the routine, tired and weary from here on in. He did the medication and took his own BP on the Boot’s sphygmomanometer. I must remember to add it to the list in the morning to go on tomorrow’s blog.

The sun came out for a while, giving the thin, moth-eaten curtains a different glow with the light on.

I couldn’t move from the recliner. Such was my sudden fatigue – I fear things were returning to normal. The drug in the Flu Vaccine is wearing off, Humph!

However, after the last call from , I got the hunger pangs again. I opted for the Frikadellens (two) in wholemeal cobs with sliced tomatoes, the same as yesterday, I think?
But on their own.
I fell asleep watching the TV and eating these.
A right mess that I found when I woke up… The £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, TV remote-hiding, not working recliner, containing crumbs from the cobs, shreds of some cheese curls on it, me and the floor, and I couldn’t remember eating any of them?
The three empty Cheesy Curl packets found in the bin later seemed proof enough that I had.

MY FLU JAB
Well, I had my belated flu vaccine…
It heightened my self-esteem!
Once it got into my bloodstream.
I was ready to run my own harem!
I was living life full-screen!
There were problems, unforeseen,
Depressions, then a sunbeam!
Up & down all day, it would seem,
My mind raced, leaving a slipstream,
One moment, in the Caribbean,
Then I felt like a circumforanean.
Next, Yodelling like a Tyrolean,
Dimness, alertness, a fog in between!
And I craved for ice cream!

TTFNski, Each!