Well, well, well! Another series of cock-ups, disappointments, failures, frustrations and a fair share of self-misanthropicalness thrown in today, Again!
The landline telephone that went down yesterday brought more worry again today. After trying to press the Alarm Alert button while Carer Sam was here, the Panic Alarm was not connecting either! Carer Sam said she’d tell someone about it.
A fine time to take a tumble or go arse-over-tit, innit?
This, along with 
I felt pitiful, self-critical one moment, then snivelling psychologically damaged erk the next. Later, despite the concerns and worries, I’d find myself singing 1962 songs, and it seemed, genuinely unbothered about things? But somehow, I knew at that time, in the back of my so-called mind, that this would crumble again soon, and the loathed, nay, feared, 
I can never forget what I was doing before the blank period. Sort of coming around or back into focus, often hours later, the interim time’s activities are lost forever.
When the Doctor calls me next Wednesday, I hope to have made a list of my ailments and problems, possibly with the help of 
Another 
Another thing that amazes me even more is how I can still do the silly Odes. They seem to flow from my distorted brain quickly enough. Typing them can be frustrating, but not the creating? Ah, there is one problem I do often have is: when I get an idea for a funny line and have to check nowadays to see if the word is suitable, spelt right, and rhymes, I’ve forgotten what I was going to write on that line using the aforementioned words or words. Yet the ideas still come without much prompting? I mentioned this once to the lady at the bonkers hospital meeting. I do not think I got any acknowledgement or response.
A new worry to add to the list: The telephone has stopped working. Today, I tried to test the Emergency Wrist Alarm. That is not working either! Now, this does worry me. He was with me at the time this failure occurred. She told me she’d mention it to someone. But being a Friday afternoon, and the Wardens leaving soon for the weekend, my hopes of getting any help are minimal… or slightly less, of getting anything done about the problem before next week!
Now that I’ve mentioned this on the blog, my worry mode has kicked in. What if I do have a tumble, a bad cut, another stroke or get a panic attack? How can I summon help other than with the mobile phone, which is not easy to use nowadays anyway? I will always try to remember to keep the Nokia with me while there is no Alarm to raise for help. But naturally, for me, remembering is not going to be easy. So, if the blog suddenly stops, the reason may well be that I’ve collapsed and died slowly, an overweight, crumpled heap on the carpet, over the weekend in agony. Oh, no, the Carers will call. They know or should have been told of my high-risk factor with no way of summoning help and may make extra checks on me; bless them. So, if they forgot to tell the Wardens or the Wardens had gone home before they got there, it would be Monday before they could be informed of my plight. Then, wait for the Nottingham City Homes to be informed and respond. I don’t intend to have another stroke, heart attack, panic attack or bleed to death, but just in case, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank them all now for the care and attention they have showered me with. My Money is in the wet room, under the stack of Depend Protection Pants on the floor cabinet… first comes first, Gerrit! Hahaha!
On with the day’s photographicalisationings
Some painfully, so. Haha!
I was sure I’d ordered it for next Friday, too!
More ankle straps and leg strappings.
And a pair of ‘All-Purpose Boots’ for me.
These could be to replace the ankle straps?
But I couldn’t manage to get them on myself.
Too many Kelva and complicated fitting are needed.
Maybe this is about the Medico coming to see me?
Eerie early evening sky.
(Say that when you’ve had a few) Hehe!
Hog pork pie in the meal.
FARE THEE WELL!
A Talkathon would be fun. You are well stoked. With everything you ordered this time? Did you find a home for the cat food and coffee? Great looking meal.
Your evening shots popped up as I posted my comment. The shots are great. Love the movement. They really work well in a grid surrounding you. Excellent execution and presentation of the evening shots.
Thank you Tim, appreciate that, mate.
Hi, Tim. I’m giving the shop until next Tuesday to let me know if they will be collecting the stuff. I’m asking the Carers if they have a cat, and the first one to say yes, can have the box of cat food on Wednesday. I’ve had three people;e show interest in the jar of coffee, two in the Amaretto biscuits, one in the chocolate bar and three in the Mayo and orange juice. Providing JS don’t pick them up, first come, first get. Hahaha!
Just noticed I didn’t rate the meal. 8.4/10.
Cheers, Tim.
Love that ode, and the irony of a panic about a panic button 🙂
It’s not good-ski, Paul, mate.
This morning Cartilage Chloe gave way, and it was nothing short of a miracle that I stayed upright. Yesterday, the ankle strapping came lose without me knowing it, and hobbling to the wet room, the walking stick went down on the strap, and I had a tumble… fortuitously, in the hallway, where it’s narrow and the walls can be slid down to the deck, slowly. Of course getting back up, means crawling on my already painful Arthur Itis and Cartilages Carole & Chloe to the recliner, for the battle to get back up on my plates of meat begins.
Panic? Me? Yes! Hahaha!
Cheers, mate.
O dear, what a dilemma! All’s well now I hope in terms of help?