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INCHY ODE
From an idiot to a person with cognitive disabilities, I’ve been transformed…
I feel my life has been scunnered,
Plans & hopes, incapacitated,
My eyes have been cataracted,
The bladder & prostate cancered,
But I’m not chickenhearted…
With bad luck, I’ve coexisted,
Depressions I’ve resisted,
Yet the eyes are still misted,
The ears have been de-waxed,
No crimes have I committed…
I’ve never been convicted…
Daily, I get trots or constipated,
My brain is not coordinated,
With Dementia I was acquainted,
Now they say it’s Cognisance related,
Either way, help is more than belated…
Happenings are not being archived,
Cerebral matter is uncorrelated,
Thoughts coming out corrugated,
Nocturnal Thought-Storms; anathematised!
I’m more bonkers than I realised,
Waited 80 years to be circumcised,
Thoughts, ideas, and wishes get circumlocuted,
I fall over, tumble, and get electrocuted,
I accept that I live maledicted,
But one desire has always existed...
To have HMG murderers excided…
The Parole-boarders exanimated!
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Five Changes To Find
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04:00hrs: Woke
Leg inspection.
Right ankle inspection.
Left ankle inspection.
Waste bags sorted.
The carer called Israel, got the leg straps, and
diabetic socks fitted.
Blogging.
Then, the busy, busy period of about five hours started. Not moaning, but I was confused with getting help from three angels at the same time ♥
Missed a lot off, due to Liberty-Global failures on and off all day. Ending with a known total of:
I’m doing this so late on Thursday morning due to even more failings on behalf of 
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Up at 04:00hrs. – Pouch
Waste bags sorted out.
Carer Richard, Medications straps back on both legs.
Virgin Media Down for hours.
District Nurse Sarah. Checked legs. Then returned to help Social Worker Jackie haul the stuff into the spare room. The social worker will move things to make room for the bed. Grand job ♥
Deana rang Virgin Spit… I mean
Media arranged a new contract, and Virgin promised to get the telephone working again, check the Internet, and set up the TV. We’ll see…
Carer Kara ordered a TV that will work on the Virgin system. She tried to book a lift for the Dementia meeting; she will try again tomorrow. ♥
After which, Virgin Media stopped working again.
Pig of a day, but it was lovely to get help from Deana, Kara, Jackie and Sarah. ♥
Confused now more than anything.
Morning view…
But rush off, I had to…
Another view.
Third, wish I hadn’t bothered to!
Decent nosh.
Mistakes disclosures.
Sorry, it’s not up to my usual standard,
The Internet is down so often & so busy!
It got worse & worse…
Humph!
Cognitive impaired does sound better than idiot. You are not an idiot by any means. That would put you down among the politicians. Three angelic helpers sounds glorious. If you didn’t know any better you might think you were in Heaven. Excellent night shots. The wishing you not bothered third photo is quite nice. Great looking meal.
Cheers, Tim.
Three Angels were here Tim for about two hours and a bit, but it went by as if it was ten-minutes.
Heck of job finding things in the other room, like diabetic socks, night catheter bags… still, it gets me about a bit. Hehehe!
Spot-on with thinking I was in heaven bit, too, Sir!
TTFNski!
I’m curious as to why the Net is down so much? Sound horrible as a system. don’t dismiss those photos – they make good abstracts.
I fear that they might set the new package up and the net will still not be able to cope with me using it, Paul? Setting it all up will need much help again.
The bed any day now, within a week they said.
I’ll have to ask the Tate if they want to buy some abstracts? Haha!
Cheers.