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A physically better day! (I can’t say that very often)
However, this improvement was countered by a lack of concentration, more seizures than ever before in any one day, and memory blanks. (Although telling the difference between the two can be a bit hit and miss) A total lack of any reminder notes on the pad. Did I make and lose them, or did I not bother to make them or lose them?
The memory from the morning’s affairs is more robust than anything after noon. It is very vague, but of course, that is when the seizures began. Having so many, I did notice that after each one, I felt so tired, but this did not last long. Anyway, I always feel fatigued in the afternoon nowadays. It’s all a part of growing old, but I’m not complaining about what’s happening to me. It’s all a part of life and death. Some poor devils don’t get the chance to live very long. Murdered, cancer, malnutrition, at war through no fault of their own… etc.
I hope Parbreak Putin reads this!
I didn’t start this blog until morning, although I did some graphics and prepping. Thankfully. Tsk!
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I was so tired when I woke up. But it had been a horrible night of ever-bursting-awakes. But I soon got back into the land of nod. Not for long, mind you.
I detached the nocturnal catheter pouch and took this photo through the balcony doors as I opened the curtains. Why does it please me to look at the clouds? I have no idea.
I got on the computer.
I struggled to get the photos onto CorelDraw and got myself in a muddle (fancy that!) I was getting a little wound up with my inabilities. It took me hours to get a few photos on and edited. At times, the computer did not recognise the SD input. My language was somewhat fluid for an hour of three until after I checked and pressed in all the USB connections at the back of the computer, and it started to respond. Minutes later, I was summoned by the indicative grumblings, then grumblings from the innards, to go to the . As usual for the last two weeks, Trotsky Terence was in control again. 

arrived. He put the diabetic socks on my legs and issued the medications. I’m glad to say that the prescriptions have, albeit belatedly, arrived. Chris was departing with his lamb patties, nibbles, and a drink. Hehehe! The J.Sainsbury’s delivery arrived.
He earned his treats by helping me get the food into bags and the kitchen. What a feast of food! Lacto-free milk, Leicester cheese, sauces, tomatoes, lemon desserts, and more. Christopher, of course, saw the things for treating Carers and Nurses, the pot noodles, biscuits, and cream cakes. (He took one for the carers ‘ restroom, Hehe!)
I put the things away in cupboards, drawers, shelves, the fridge, the freezer, the junk room, etc. Hahaha!

She came for the midday session. She was in a rush, so she explained that she would not be doing the financial help this week and thought they might send someone else, but wasn’t sure. 

Not that they can deal with the bank. Not that it’ll matter if they don’t send nobody, will it.

Getting the food into the fridge was no problem this week.
The photo of the freezer contents shows it is overfilled a little.
The orange packet in the bottom drawer—no, middle drawer—is the giant pack of McCain Naked Chips. I’m using them up; I’ve had them for two days now. But they’re not very pleasant for my taste buds.
They were absolutely tasteless! They’d be inedible without the load of vinegar I put on them. They were barely that, even with the vinegar. Sound tasty chip (Fries) lovers beware! In fact, I think I’ll throw them away! (Done!)

I ordered the Low Price (Cheapo short dated) Foods.

I enjoyed (Not really!) the first seizure of the day.
At least an hour. I was just sitting at the computer, and nothing was happening. The computer had gone into a sleep mode of its own accord. A Caregiver arrived, which brought me back to reality, and that’s as much as I can remember.
I can’t recall sending the order, but when I restarted the computer, I found it had been sent. No recollection of taking this photo above, either.

I straightened the bedding on the bed. (Well, that’s where it is, Haha!) And took some waste bags to the doorway.

I sat on the bed, intending to try and get it back into a sleepable, comfortable position after the nurse had changed everything on Monday to make it easier for her to insert the catheter tubing. I’d got the control thingamabob from the fall bar and went off into yet another sleep, or . I can’t be sure for how long this lasted. I was in what I thought was the exact position with the controller in my hand. No, with the controller on the floor, my hand was still on the folds of stomach fat.

I abandoned the plan to change the bed position as I had to revisit the Porcelain Throne. There had been a bit of bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, which needed cleaning and ointmentating with the
Daktacort ointment medication. Then, the almost excellent seizure of the day. I think I recall sitting on the WC, having the picker-upperer and fresh Tena PPs to hand, intending to get them over and above my feet…  
, coming round and back to the misery of life and wakefulness, with the PPs on one foot, the right one, always the easiest to start with, due to being more painful lately, especially when bending or lifting the leg. How did I get the PPs over the feet and both legs without memory of doing so? It was a long out-of-it period cause Carer Chris arrived; I think it was him, anyway.

arrived. I can recall this. Because Kara said she was not doing the finance checks and balances this week (tomorrow). She was unsure if anyone else was to do it in her place. (No one came). So, the Electricity meter problem is still in abeyance. The Norton problem remains untackled. And the mystery emails await help. However, although she was rushing, she found time to complete the short survey on the revised Menu Of Involvement. She’s so good at it, and quick, she answered all the questions and sent it off. I’ve not got the slightest idea of the questions asked or the answers selected. Her fingers moved like lighting. She picked and filled in every option. With my eyesight, I couldn’t keep up. Hahaha! 
Thanks, Kara.

I returned to the computer no sooner, yet another blank hit me. (Thankfully, the last one of the day!) I bounced back, no indication of how long it lasted, but I sensed it had been a mini-effort. No idea why, though).

I began to feel a smidge perkier when I was making the meal. It possibly has something to do with me being an overweight gannet. Hehe!
Although I gave this a 6.2/10, most of it went to the vegetarian sausages and garden peas. The McCain Naked Chips were the worst frozen ones I’ve ever tasted. I say tasted, but taste is the one thing they lacked! Eurgh!

I found them…
But not in 12 seconds, Tsk!

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Go Forth & Have Fun!

Not Putin or Parole Board Murderers, of course!