
TNN (Twitching-Neck-Nicolas) is a scarce ailment. He shared the top spot for the ‘WAT’ (Worst Ailment Today) title.
I’m not sure why, but
I’ll risk a
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Minutes after writing the above, my kicked-off is still with me now! Terrible, I don’t know what the Carers thought about me. I was so far out of it.
It didn’t half hurt!
I got tangled up in doing the ode and carried away making a new rhyming file. Four hours, Carer Shaquille, Domestic Marie and Financial Kimberly later, I’d still not got the blog started!
At the time, I was in reasonable shape. But soon, the seizures started—frequent but short blasts. I had no idea what I was doing. Can’t recall taking this sky-shot at all.
Carer Precious arrived. I’m not sure he understands my condition, but he was okay when he left.
I spent a couple more hours on the blog. Slow progress with
Good God, look at the time!
Better get summat to eat then. Back in the morning or maybe even later tonight… No, perhaps not.
Good Morning!
I sank down… well, plopped down into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, to watch a documentary on TV.
No chance! Zzz!
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INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part One
Farewell to you from Inchy,
Although he can’t manually pee…
Glaucoma makes it hard for him to see,
He’s rarely seizure-free,
His demented mind goes astray,
Many times, it did today…
He exists absentmindedly,
Lonely, agitatedly, acquiescingly,
Hopes for the return of the almighty,
His fungal lesion bleeds nightly,
Constipation, the Trots, alternatingly,
He survives haphazardly,
Unmethodically, circumlocutory,
Mostly deaf, with amblyopy,
He had great ambidexterity…
But that’s just history…
He plods on antiquatedly, an antiquary,
He’s losing his curiosity,
One day high, the next an abhorrently,
He needs to accept things acquiescingly,
But what do I know? I’m only me!
INCHY’S PARTING ODE Part Two
Please have a mug of coffee or tea,
Or gin, sherry, even a whisky,
If this makes you feel sleepy…
Slip into a sleep quickly…
Get rest, respite, recovery…
From the day’s longevity,
Start the next day refreshedly.
I hope you face that next day…
Joyfully and satisfactorily! ♥
CHEERS!
O dear! Here we have what are called colloquially – magic mushrooms a small colourful mushroom with hallucinogenic properties, lick them and fly 🙂 Also like that gothic print.
I wonder if one can cultivate them like the ordinary ones? Not that I would, of course… but I would be tempted. Haha!
Old English Text MT is the font, Sir. It came with MS Word.
You writing a parting ode touches my heart. ❤ Hope you’re having a good day, Inchy.
I thank you, Sir. Bladder and catheter troubles, Shaking Shoulder Shirley, and Seizures Sandra up to now are the main contenders for the WAP award. Hehehe! But up to now, it’s been a better day for me, thanks.
Every good day counts.
By gum, You’re so right, Sir!