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Well, this is a first!
TNN (Twitching-Neck-Nicolas) is a scarce ailment. He shared the top spot for the ‘WAT’ (Worst Ailment Today) title. was also a nuisance. I lost count of the times she gave way to me. And stiff! Of course, it may have been partly to blame, as well. Because I did have pains occasionally from a few times.
I’m not sure why, but , and were far less bothersome.
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.
Not good.

It took me ages to encourage it.
It didn’t half hurt!

First view of the morning.

I enjoyed eating… no, podding the garden peas,

Oh, the moon is right high up in the sky. It must be earlier than I thought? I could see its surface, but the camera did not pick it up at all. Shame!

Computer on, first mug of tea.

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.

At least it wasn’t a giant torpedo this time.

I spent a couple more hours on the blog. Slow progress with coming on form. The rick in the neck… Blooming Heck!

This is the second and last mug of tea of the day. Not much has been added to my reminder notepad. Tsk!

Oh, it’s getting dark already.
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 ate all the gorgeous fresh peas that had not been nibbled raw earlier in the day, as well as tomatoes, instant mash, and a vegetable pastie. All went down well!

I took these above with Kodak Two and planned to see if some night shots could be taken later on while pot cleaning.
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!