25 | December | 2023 | Inchie Today

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IN ODE
I’m no longer educatable!
Incapable of anything analytical,
Even owt logical or rational,.
Or mentally conceptual…
Reality seems more notional?
My brain’s going into neutral…
Not identifying needs so crucial or integral,
Simple daily tasks, normally classed as menial…
Making a brew and falling over was stressful,
Even my cookies, I thought, were untasteful,
At one stage, my odeing was unpoetical,
I was sinking into being pathetical,
Had a problem that was urinogenital…
That corrected itself unexpectedly, but wonderful!
I’m feeling better; a smile brewing was detectable!…
No cause nor reason to my being suddenly zestful…
But I lost the day, through feeling mournful,
A massive Memory Blank made me uncomfortable,
I’m back, belatedly, things seeming extirpable…
Don’t know what brought on this antidotal,
I’m content again, accepting being docile,
Now aware I’m incognisable and coercible,
Being free of the mind-devil’s grip is incredible!
But the memory of this torture is indelible…
Hours lost, but they now seem ephemeral…
Always the chance of another mental embrangle,
I tried to scribe this ode aesthetical…
Whatever caused my blanks is a mystery,
As I type this, I feel some affability…
I’m returning to acting precociously,
You may find some inorthography…
So this late started diary…
Of detail, there’ll be a scarcity…
My brain & body are still not agathokakological!

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Not much nocturnal drainage?

Another poor morning shot…
Oh, dear, another one!

Not much rain today.

And an instant, as usual, unexpected, another caught me out as I went into the kitchenette. The stack of medical drawers was knocked over with some aplomb…
Everything got mixed up, and I had a devil job sorting out what should go back into which drawer! All the bending down and getting back up certainly remained in the memory box. I had to take some Codeines afterwards.
But I did find an in-date loaded hypo of Enoxaparin. Good!
Then, I spontaneously decided to check through the nurses’ and carers’ medications.
Imbecilically, I then checked under the table and the spare room…
I got myself confused somewhat.
And abandoned my medicational investigations.

THEN THE BIG MEMORY BLANK TIME!
Erm, err…

Found myself taking some evening shots from the open kitchenette window.
Best sunset for a good while tonight.

FOOD!
Baked curried beans and soy mini sausages (all gone now, sadly). Tomato passata added, with the regulation Milk Roll sliced bread. I think I enjoyed it... well, it looked decent enough in this photo.
Because another mini visit, stifled my recalling from her on, until the last caller visited and woke me up. No idea who it was. It was morning before the grey-cells pretended to be working again. I think my perceptiveness today must have been on holiday or AWOL.