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GENERALLY WAFFLE
DDDD’s then unnatural highs…
I’m either spouting fripperies,
Tweedledum’s, then Tweedledee’s,
Both or either, but rarely neither
No solution, no help, no arbiter…
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The DDDDs swapping with the highs is eclectic,
Leaving me mentally drained, endorheic,
Lows are deep, highs make me ecstatic,
Why lows? That remains somewhat esoteric,
Change of moods, without any logic…
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I suspect it’s something neurophysiologic,
Mental or Peripheral Neuropathic?
High, Low, High Low, very methodic,
Lows can be curmudgeonly, choleric,
Highs, for no reason… neurotic!
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I can no longer remain an abnegator,
I’ll make an appointment with the Doctor,
Say how DDDDs make me feel blanker,

Two sandwiches short of a picnic, seizure!
Beg for help with my dysphoria!
Oh, and tell her of my gastrectasia.
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A five-cut shave was quite an achievement,
Because Shaking-Shaun was absent,
Porcelain Throne call, a Trotsky Terence Torrent!
This morning Anne Gyna was so condolent,
Sandra’s Seizures the opposite, calcitrant!,
Ankle Ulcer Ulrich was not urticant!
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Dementia Doreen had my mind all volitant,
Seizures repeatedly came and went,
Another letter, writing on it said ‘urgent’,
A bank letter, unhappy at what I’d spent,
An email which caused befuddlement,
I’ll pay the bill; be acquiescent!
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Food, power price up, & the rent,
Starmer gets me feeling termagant!
Nicking pensioners’ fuel cost grant,
As PM. he’s a dishonest abomination,
The Tories did less damage to the nation,
His election stance was anticorruption.
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Keir should be served a summons or citation,
Arrested, hung, in any combination,
For his lies and known transgression,
Never has a PM been more unloved,
He at least, should be vilified & reprehended,
Criticised, castigated, but not castrated!
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He may be academical, but he is not an Aristotle,
Hid backhanders are not apodeictical,
His lies turned voters apoplectical,
His smugness come over as antagonistical,
His past actions are somewhat adumbral,
His responses are agathokakological!
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No oligarchs are interested in antipoverty,
Nor peace, compassion or any amnesty,
Selling arms to both sides, but not equally,
They make fortunes with utter efficiency,
Innocent victims dying daily,
Safe, in their towers, sipping Drambuie
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A busy, tiring & trying day. But some progress was made. I got an appointment with the doctor. No, I’m not joking! 
Carer Chloe helped me as I called the doctor’s surgery to make an appointment to get help with DDDD, the Seizures and the ankle ulcer. What a performance it was! The recorded message told me I was fifth in the queue. Recorded messages kept playing, but they were too loud for me to understand them. Sounds daft, but anyone with ménière’s disease would understand the problem. A wave of Chloe’s hand after everyone told me to ignore them, they didn’t matter. Finally, a message telling me I was next in the queue and informing me that I would not be speaking with a doctor, but an Appointment Assessor. I did! She took my details and reasons for wanting to see the doctor. Then, I explained that it would be a telephone call job from the doctor. On Thursday the 27th between nine & twelve. That helped my depression no end. Here is a memory prompter; Can you remember when medics would say, “We’ll keep him in overnight for monitoring”?

I’ve not been well today at all, but apart from DDDD and the seizures taking a tumble, there was no apparent cause for the reversal either, again. Yet, High Spirits Herbert kept popping back up now and then. Puzzled!
Not any detail other than impotant stuff, to me.
I fell asleep this afternoon for hours in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. A sudden feeling of weariness flooded over me. I might be disintegrating bit by bit? Hahaha!

Nocturnal Catheter Bag.

Morning kitchen window view.

First things first!
I increased the shaving cut to seven this morning. All tiddly little ones. I also cut my finger when cleaning the razor.

Finally got on the computer.
Changed the dates on the clock calendar.

Choe made the first call and then the second, which was domestic. This was when she helped with the mail and doctor’s non-appointment. Hehe! She also checked the dates on my fridge foods and hoovered the hallway. Taking a threatening letter from BG about my needing a new electricity meter down to the Warden’s office.

Carer Sam did the midday call.

I fell asleep due to a sudden feeling of weariness dawning.
It’s not as if I’d done much.

The bacon & cobs tasted terrible.
All the others were delightfully tasty!

Carer Christopher took my diabetic socks off. Medications.

Night-time snap.

Did some catch-up on this blog.
Then, onto WP comments and the Reader,
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Hasta La Vista!
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