Inchy: Thursday 8th February 2024

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MORE BLANKS THAN MEMORIES
I’m getting worried about these mini-periods of hypomnesia, obliviousness and remoteness. Or rather, worried about the increase in them. One action, In particular, I wonder if it happened or if I dreamed it. I’m not holding back, am I? Embarrassing in a way, but if writing about this prompts just one expert to comment with advice that I am capable of actioning, it’ll be worth it; my baring my humiliation.
I recall getting my head down, feeling drained and chagrined with life and self-disesteemed. It felt like it took a while to get to sleep, with nocturnally present  rampaging away… I’ve no idea what about. It seemed to me that literally, seconds later, I was in the wet room, getting the shaving tackle ready to use. The Protection Pants had been taken off, and the hot water tap was running in the sink. As I noticed the blood trickling down my legs from both  , and , which is nothing unusual in itself. I realised what and where I was. And wondered as I  checked the time, why the hell was I doing my ablutions at this ridiculous hour of the morning, 02:30hrs?
Not one of my better days.
Little did I know tomorrow was going to be worse!
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Not a lot in the nocturnal pouch. Dark, too!

Took a failed photo through the kitchen windows..

Opened the windows and tried again. Not good.

Well, not so bad this time.
I had to leave to go to the Throne.

Never mind.
Back to the kitchen, determined to get a good photograph taken this time, but…
How this was taken is a mystery to me. I thought I’d got a good grip of when I took it. Tsk! Another one that the Tate Gallery won’t be interested in.

Another false alarm!
There was more white showing.

arrived at 0715hrs. He issued the medications, and started to get the diabetic socks and leg strappings on, and asked if the feet or legs were hurting; they were not, I said. Are you sure, he said? Yes, I said.
Well, just look at the state of yer ankles, mate, and the thighs are bleeding a little, too, as well!

I was amazed at the state of the ankles when she pointed them out, and he took a photo with for me. I took this one. took the slippers off, got the socks ready to go on, and pointed out to me that the toe ends were much whiter than yesterday.
She was right, too. But at that time, there was no pain being felt at all? We got the socks and strappings on both legs, and she pointed out something again… the
day bag, I’d only put on about an hour ago, was filled to the top! And once again, there were no pains from the flashback as there usually is? Could this be going to be a better day? I said! Maryham suggested that with your luck, it’s better not to be so optimistic. We did laugh!
She even emptied the bag for me. Kind, attentive and always ready for a smile & laugh! Haha!

e checked the tap and cooker for me too, and she took the waste bag with her on departing.

The kitchen view had changed somewhat, glum!

I made a brew and took it to the computer. And got another call from Virgin Media. All they want to do is sell you something extra. 

I’ll keep trying.

Or, just maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair?
Came around or woke up. and had a hobble around the flat with , to get the blood flowing, cause now, , the feet and ankles were giving me some hassle. I took the above snap of the misty morning, well, it was well gone the morning now. Half an hour later, 
I took this one of the Bottom field, and tree copse.

Then as I settled again, chimed out.
It was the dry eye sprays being delivered from Amazon. I still had a drop left of the old £8.69 Wilko one, but couldn’t resist trying the new one out. Made in China. The power of the spray jet sent the liquid all over my face. Hehehe! But they were only £4 a go.

The day pouch needed emptying. What a dark colour and filthy great stink as I emptied it. Phew!

A little rain fell with the odd flakes of snow in it. Noticed that the mud-slide was in the car park again. So, presumably, it must have been raining while I was out of things or asleep?

Then the Loperamide capsules were delivered. I got this brand cause they were cheaper than my usual ones. Not that I needed them now, not need to stop that which has suddenly stopped on its own. Hehehe!

Packed up on the computer. I went to put the oven on to heat up, and I took this better shot of the bottom field; the rain and snow had stopped now.

did his late visit. Got the diabetic socks and leg straps on for me, had some nibbles, and was off home; he looked tired.

Hello, playing again. I thought at first it might be who might have left something he needed in the flat, but no…
It was the final delivery, the extra-long diabetic socks being delivered late. Not that it mattered.
A pack of six pairs. I needed it due to the fact that the Carers lost my laundry; there were three pairs of diabetic socks in it, along with pyjama tops, ankle straps a pair of leg strapping,  and a dressing gown. But I’m not the only client to lose their laundry. The Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and steal peoples laundry, and to terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Hehehe!
The Phantom Laundry Lifter of Woodthorpe Court!

After getting down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, sleep was not an option. Two causes for this tonight. and old reliable .

TTFN