– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – PAREIDOLIABLE FIGURES IN THE SEA
FACES, THERE ARE 3 TO SEE. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve been left in the lurch, besmuched, Abandoned, ignored, and besmirched, At first, this left me puzzled… Like a dog that had been muzzled, But I’m no longer bothered or troubled, As my concentration departed, well, idled, To my inanity & insanity, I came beguiled… At least when my ailments were still mild, Soon, they permanently bivouacked… In my brain, aliens boondoggled, The inner voices spoke; well, bastinaded, Often delirious, worryingly bloviated, They’re me, really, so can’t be hated? This fact is worthy of being debated, But results have become complicated, For relief & help I waited & waited, As one does when one’s constipated, At a minimum, insanity & I are related, It’s myself that I’ve berated… My problems can’t really be explicated, I can & do, at times, feel enervated, Causing more fears to be generated, Often I’m feeling enfeebled, exhausted, Decision-making gets debilitated, Common sense practicality is ingurgitated, Plans, choices made are perpended… Worries for the future proliferated, The simplest acts get shemozzled, There’s always a reason to be wherrited, Designs and choices get aberrated, Lifting moments, hopes just get withered, Now we’ve got storms to be weathered, Thoughts unchanneled and cancelled… Long ago, I became tee-totalled, I Loved Trad Jazz & skiffled, Socialised, lived, cohabited, Memories are available that I stockpiled, 10-minutes ago memories, get abducted, The catheter bag gets punctured, Monthly, the bladder is irrigated, And I grow evermore irritated, Why? This ode has illustrated, My hopes & desires get commandeered, Dementia Doreen has no threshold! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I semi-stirred and nodded off several times. I was finally woken up with so much pain by Carer Christopher. The guilty ailments were Cataract Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda and Littlee Inchies Fungal Lesion. A bit off-putting. It got worse as Chris was doing the medications and getting my socks on; I’m such the paid a few visits. Other than what’s been said, this visit was, or is, a blank for details this morning. Back-Pain-Brenda stayed with me all day long. I wondered if I was having sex in a dream and pulled something? Hahaha! I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch after Chris had gone and had a painful rinse and wash. BBB was giving me a lot of aggro again.
After running the CCleaner, I continued updating and made extra graphics to use tomorrow before the memory stopped me from saving. It was a clever idea, I thought. Now I wonder why I bothered! After doing them, I continued to put all the imported graphics and photos onto the Sunday blog in error! Then, I found myself even more confused than ever when I saw that I’d saved some for Saturdays and others for Sundays! By the time I had sorted them all out, the computer’s memory would not let me save any more. So, I reran the CCleaner and was satisfied that I had cured the mistake. I was satisfied I’d cured the mistake! Hahaha! I discovered that I’d cleaned the Sunday graphics and put them on the Saturday page – then cut and pasted them instead of Saturday’s back on the Sunday page. Hang on, there’s more to come… These happened later, but it won’t matter; I’d got everything out of sync now. While still in the middle of trying again to get things back in order, the intercom rang. I thought it was the unintended food order arriving – but no! A tenant told me there was a box outside the foyer doors with my address on it. So kind of her. I hastened down in the lift, and the lady met me as the doors opened. She put the box in the lift cage, and I thanked her. I exited the lift and sent the cage down for the lady. Going through the flat lift lobby door, I got myself tangled in the door and floor when I dropped the walking stick and grabbed for the falling parcel! I got indoors and did my best to rub some pain gel on Back-Pain-Brenda. I took an extra Codeine. I was about to investigate the mess I’d made on Corel Draw, and Carer Joanne arrived. As she left, I got set to investigate again… The intercom rang. This was the food order I didn’t remember making or wanting. Another packet of Chestnuts, two cans of water chestnuts, Meet-in-a-jar-Miestwo, fish sticks and black bean sauce. I put the drinks in junk room three to keep them safe. I put a few bottles underneath the computer in the 1963-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors that had long fallen off. I took the waste from the wrappings to the waste chute.
No injuries falls, or trapped fingers were encountered; I dropped the walking stick several times. I returned to the flat and noticed scuff marks near the lift door. I emailed the Low-Cost Food Store to inform them that I would not use their services again. I explained the problem with the food being left outside and my ailments. I haven’t received a reply yet! The promised rain appeared I took this photo of it when I made something to eat as the evening approached seemingly in haste?. I decided to take another look at today’s Accidauxpas. I managed to get the snaps and graphics in the WordPress gallery. But all were out of order, which meant relying on my memory, Hahaha! The gourmet meal I made for tonight’s feast is on the left. Two herby cobs with Marmite and some out-of-sell-by-date chips from the freezer. Did them in the air-fryer. They tasted okay to me, well, wellish. So far behind with everything again. I tried to get a good WordPress Reader session, but I was getting so tired so early that it took the shine off. kicked of with venom. As the night approached with and both giving me what for painwise.
I was deep in sleep when Carer Chris came on his last call. He put on the night pouch and the diabetic day socks off, without hardly disturbing me. Bless him.
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