Poxy Inchy: Sunday 1st December 2024

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Is Starmer running HMG veneficiously?
I’ll check it out in my dictionary,
He’s not doing it very efficiently,
Pensioners are forced to eat or heat, you see…
Farmers are to pay 48% more tax, say HMRC,
Even worse, my favourite-tasting tea…
Typhoo made it a weaker Glengettie!
Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shoulder Shirley,
Life is enveloped in ambiguosity,
Self nitpicking batrachomyomachy,
Glaucoma Gladys awaits her trabeculectomy,
My computer is more like a whigmaleerie!
3 times, I left the hot water tap running,
Harold’s Haemorrhoids have been bleeding,
The min-seizures have been increasing,
Many other things are worthy of me groaning,
But I’m sick of hearing me moaning,
Constipation Conrad ever consolidating,
My cerebrum is ever circumstancing…
Retetion-loss, theories, contriving…
A devil of a job, in concentrating,
Leaving me worrying, contemplating,
Is logicality worth conserving?
My sanity or insanity certifying?
I can remember my days of billing & cooing…
The girl’s responses? Laughing or Booing!
I’ve not been good at anything I was doing,
Yet I still enjoy a poem, a bit of odeing,
What I miss a lot is communicating,
Talking to myself too much, alone isolating…
I can no longer do it, but I miss canoodling!
Thus, every day, I find life frustrating!
Can’t say some thoughts I’ve been harbouring!
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It took me ages to get to sleep. When I managed to drift off, I woke with a jerk & jump 2 hours later, realising that I’d made a few Fauxpas again! The same is true for the last three days! The nocturnal catheter pouch had not been put on. Also, the Diabetic socks had not been taken off last night. I needed to get my feet cleaned and deodorised urgently. The socks should be worn in the morning and taken off at night. I was in such a state mentally over the last few days I forgot to ask the Carer to do it, and they didn’t think about it. This meant I’d got an uncomfortable flow-back from the smaller day pouch; I’m pleased it hadn’t burst and leaked all over the place and me!
When I stirred, I was confused; now, I was baffled, and Dizzy Dennis kicked off. Some of Sandra’s Mini-Seizures set in and stayed with me, which didn’t help much.

The Carer arrived, and I asked her to take off the socks. But we both forgot about them. Carer Maryham or Kimberley did the dinner slot and took off the socks later.

I took some snaps of the rain inside the balcony through the windows.

Then, had to visit the Porcelain Throne. A marathon visit it was too, I can tell yers!
I spent a long time on the crossword book  as I waited for ages for the motion to begin.
It came agonisingly slowly, with two cube-shaped briquettes causing much bleeding and, as I said, agony! Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids were tortured and needed a lot of cleaning up and dollops of Germoloid Ointment to calm down their hurting, stinging pains that lasted for yonks. I was walking oddly, unusually, as I left the wet room. Haha!

The Low-Cost Food delivery arrived. l sorted it out and refilled the carer’s & Nurse’s Nibble Bowl. There was another box of Cadbury mini Flakes. I assumed it would be like the last one, which was very popular, individually wrapped – But No! They were Catering packs, with 144 Flakes, loose in trays. Some of them were not broken… but not many. So I wrapped some bags of them up and put them in the fridge to hand out later in the week. 
Shame! I hope they keep fresh.

Finally, I got around to updating yesterday’s blog. The seizures were so frequent I gave up until they had passed.

The weary tiredness returned, and I considered getting my head down again. By the time I’d made my mind up to do this, my energy lifted along with my morale? So, I took advantage of the lift and finished and posted the blog. The feeling of going up and down again continued for the rest of the day. An unsettling situation.

Yesterday and earlier this morning, I tried to snap the strange meal several times, but it would not save to file, like many others. I tried again, and wallah! It saved and went onto WordPress for me! I recall eating it while on the computer. Now I’m not sure if it was yesterday’s or from another day that wouldn’t save. I think it was. It was a bread roll with Marmite and no-butter butter, chicken mini sausages, Stilton cheese, and some Aunt Bessie baked potatoes done in the Air Fryer. They were terrible! The flesh was dry and didn’t crisp up much at all.
Oh, I’d love to be able to afford a new cooker! Tsk!
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