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MY WAKENING OVERVIEW: Carer Chris woke me up. I was in a terrible condition. Confused, & Dizzy. Initially, I did not have the foggiest idea where I was… it took a while to glean who I was. I genuinely thought I’d kicked the bucket. Then I found I could not get up! I asked Chris to leave me where I was. I wanted to sleep, but I sat there for five more hours. Just think about things and my various sad conditions. Sweet Morpheus ignoring me.
Reality meant nothing for this period.
I was suddenly feeling wide awake and brave enough to stand up – but Cather Chloe brought me back to semi-certitude as she gave way, and I clumped down on the left knee. Even more time was lost in getting back up. Thankfully, 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 was feet away and utilised it to get me back up on my feet, albeit somewhat painfully and shakily. I thought about pressing the wristlet alarm. Something wasn’t right about how I felt. But what could I tell them? I didn’t press for help. I really think now I ought to have. The sudden semi-recovery in my awareness kept disappearing and returning for the rest of the day.
We were having a heyday with me. These persisted from when I got up to when I settled in bed 18 hours later.
; As for him, he didn’t give me a break at all; he’d moved in permanently.
I added a few notes to the other things concerning me for whenever I can get to see the Doctor.
However, the severity of these ailments did lessen as the day went on – well, apart from.
Sunday morning now, not a lot of details remain. But the waking-up routine has stayed with me. Recollections will be limited due to a lack of time during the day after getting up late. I’m in a state, mate.
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Too dark!
Not sure when this was taken. Not many photos were taken this morning.
Presumably, he took these before and after the ablutions. The old man got up so late that he had to do them late, around 17:00 hrs. But why did he?
Evening snap.
Two ready-made meals in one large bowl!
A beef in rich stour gravy (cook in the pouch) and a Beef Casserole. Last of the Danish bread and a Lemon flavoured yoghourt to follow.
When I got into bed, I hoped for the best. I feared another night or morning like the last ones, with me out of it and incapable of standing up. Fingers crossed!
Then, the lightning started. I moved from the bed to the
£300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, so I could see the distant lightning that covered the whole horizon, beautiful!
Then, I decided (another stupid decision) to get the camera to try and catch a shot of the lighting.
Of course, I couldn’t; the lightning was gone when I hit the take-button, it had gone.
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sounding very 50s East London there with schmendrick. Sounds like you’ve at least dodged depression for a moment in time.
Back again today, Sir, the blues. CorelDraw playing up.
Humph!
Damn!
And spit!
That’s a sad state of being resurrected from the dead by Carer Chris and then lying in half-state for five hours while returning to a full state of consciousness. That was an amazing description of your old recliner that got you back on your feet. The meal looked better than the score. The last two photos of the sun and dusk clouds are fantastic.
That was worded so well, Sir.
CorelDraw not having it again. Grrr!
So glad you liked the dusk shots, Tim, thanks.
To think you’ve kicked the bucket is sad, I think. Deal with it the best you can, Gerry. You see how filthy politicians are, despite your supposed dementia. Keep on doing the best you can.
That thought is not sad to me, Sir. I don’t think a depression-pain free life would suit me. That came out wrong, sorry.
I’ve been downgraded, Sir, mentally. To Neuropathic Dementia, and Cogniscent Impairment. No one talks to me, but they decided anyway. Hahaha!
My thoughts and prayers 🙏 for you.
Thank you kindly, Sir.