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I’d been jumping awake repeatedly for seven hours. It was nearly eight o’clock before I forced my weary body and stupefied brain into semi-action. This time, the depression greeted me the moment I nursed the legs off onto the floor and very nearly toppled, thanks to a visit as ‘Lost-Balance-Brenda’ visited me. I remember this well! How I didn’t go down was a mystery. The body and brain were all over the place. I sat on the bed again, removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, and took a photo. Once more, it is a 7-grade on the chart. At this point, Carer Jennifer came in. She said I didn’t look too good. She also classed urine with the NHS card for me and then issued the medications. I was not having a seizure, but I was not gleaning all that was happening for a short time. Yet, minutes later, things seemed to clarify. There was a marked shortage of the ankle’s ‘Electrifying Sherida Shocks’; as of now, 15:20 hrs, I’ve only had two! We both took the BP test and temperature. My BP was on the Hyper again at 158/80.
The temperature was down somewhat. I thanked her and bade Jennifer a good trip home.

Then, the mind blanks started. What happened between 09:00 > 11:30hrs (approx) had been etherised!
I’d been on the computer but had made a mess of the CorelDrawing tasks when Carer Sam arrived.

I belatedly tackled the ablutions next; it was not one of my better sessions by any imagination. I twice had an, and one . The toothbrush snapped in my mouth. Next, I clouted as my bum slipped off of the supporting sink. Oh, and a few cuts shaving. I left the best till last!
I almost shoulder-charged into x%(the door frame, going out of the wet room, and started stinging, and although the shuddering stopped, the pain didn’t. 😫 I tried to put some Phorpain Gel on the shoulder but only succeeded in covering the area I could reach, but it was close. Hehe! I’ll ask the next Carer. I forgot to.

I set about cleaning the oven! Yes! I’m sorry I did now. The bending and stretching set of Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shoulder Shirley got shirty. The landline chirruped into life. It was Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. To tell me the foot lady was coming up to cut my toenails, and the £25 fee is now £30! Huh! I hastened to finish the oven, which resulted in a finger being trapped between the racking, which caused a bit of swearing and cursing! I put some Germolene on it. I must get some more if I can remember to.
I had not cleared the mess away when she arrived. Ten minutes later, she was leaving. £30! Still, if Starmer can get away with stealing from the elderly, it’s only fair that others can, too! I tried to warn people about Labour getting in power. Mind you, if the Tories were not so useless, Starmer would not have got in! That’s my take.

I finished clearing away the mess from the oven cleaning, and the need for the arose. What a change! Constipation Conrad had counter-attacked Trotsky Terence and gained an advantage. Five dirty-great torpedoes were finally released. They took a lot of effort to encourage and pain when they did! I made a good start on the fresh crossword, though.

It helped ease the pain and took my mind off of the evacuation.

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I fell asleep in 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.
I woke up approximately three hours later, reluctantly and still feeling tired, and I surveyed a few facts and details of what I’d been up to in an obvious few bouts of what I assumed to be my somnambulism.
A: There were several empty nibble packets in the waste bin; well, far too many for my health. I daren’t say how many.
B: I’d been uo and taken my blood pressure and recorded the results on the notepad.
C: No memory of actually doing it, but I found a new bruise at the base of my left thumb.
D: I checked if I’d left the lights, taps or cooker on. I was pleased to see that nothing had been left on, but I found the ready meal I thought I’d eaten still in the box near the microwave… the oven was stone cold. Inside were the chips I would have had with the meal, unfrozen and somewhat melted and limp-looking. Hahaha! 

Whatever happened after that happened. I can’t even recall getting into the bed. Or maybe ?

Still, I woke up in the morning.
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See You Later, Alligator!