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I last had sex 40 years ago, in Spring,
Got shot twice in a shooting…
Cancer, so had a catheterising,
So, it ended my romancing,
Then heart operating,
The stroke, then the eyes cataracting, 
I just wrote this Odeing,
For whippersnapper-advising…
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Keep lubricating & desiring,
Never stop hoping, looking or desiring,
May you both say nothing, yet you sing,
There may be spats & some ding-donging,
To keep your collusion from dwindling,
Maintain your passion and drooling,
Use tablets if something starts drooping,
Smile, say you’ll do the decorating,
Avoid any debauching & derogating,
Be you married, divorced or dating…
or living with or sharing a dwelling,
Stop your entanglements from decreasing,
Stop your romance from decaying,
Try to avoid any unwanted discharging,
You must resist being disobliging…
Rumpy-Pumpy, can be ever-deflowering,
Linger-longer, no defenestrating,
Each session should be deflagrating,
You both should be diagonalising,
After which, after doinking…
I’ll have a sulk and start depressioning!
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A CONFUSIONABLEITIS RIDDEN DAY!

Put another way, a typical, everyday day! 

Mystery Photo?

Not a wonk of sleep. I was tired, but it was no go!

Got up to take these moon shots.
What happened to the moon?
It must have been a cock-up from me!

Bad to bed. No kip. Up again and ate a jelly.

Early morning shots.

Gave up trying to sleep around 06:45hrs.
Catheter pouch off & emptied.
Waste bag sorted.

A stand-up wash and sry, teeth, shave (3 minor cuts), and I medicated the various regions as needed – well, I started to. Carer Richard came for the last time ever. I forgot all about not having medicated the fungal lesion and ankle ulcer. I might pay for this later. Humph!

Back to the Wet room

Kicked in and persisted on and off all day & night. Assisted in her ‘Let’s Cripple Inchie’ mission, by for the first time in a while. Naturally frequented my brain a good few times. The lack of sleep and the new Carers starting in the morning were enough to confuse and worry me. But not enough to please the other ailments. A while later, Cartilage Chloe all but had me over, and in the process of staying on my feet, I acquired a new arm bruise.

I made a prescription medication list. I must ring for some more in the morning.

Then I made an Iceland order for Tuesday 17th March, between 8 & 10:00hrs. 

I went back to the computer and saw a giant ladybird on the keyboard. It had black wings with red spots. When it flew away, I felt the draft it made! Hehe!
Summer is on its way.

I had another go at changing the photograph view tp horizontal, wide. I’d tried several times before but just could not find how I did for Kodak Tim 1 on Kodak Tim 2.
Blow me down, I did it!
The food delivery arrived moments later.

Blimey, I’d bought a lot! Marmite, potato cakes, patties and a pasty. Chips, yoghourts, Parmentier potatoes. Ready meals, cheesy cobs, Milk Roll bread…
Peas, more meals, Chinese sweet & sour…
Water and roast chestnuts, cheesy cobs, drinks, and cleaning products. Boy, did I spend!

A CRACKING SEIZURE DAWNED
I actually felt it coming on. This lost me in another world for about two hours. This time, I did nothing at all. Well, when I returned to mock consciousness, I was hanging half-out of the computer chair, and my reading glasses were on the floor! So I assume some activity took place. Sometimes, I seem to carry on blogging and don’t realise I have done so; then, I have to spend ages correcting the mistakes, omissions, and gobbledygook I’ve made. Not this time. I wondered if I had just fallen asleep.
I’m sure I explained the seizures to Matron Jackie yesterday, but I can’t recall her reaction. Tsk!

Well into the afternoon, the sun attempted to come out.

The carer is due in an hour.
I’m tired and drained even more now.
I’ll get summat to eat, methinks first. Not feeling good now. Anne Gyna is still stabbing away, occasionally along with .

Belly pork and potato cakes, perhaps.
The potato cakes were terrible!
Other things were delightfully tasty!

The last Meridian Carer called, Selina. 
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Sleep took hours to arrive, but at least it did. I must have had at least six hours—still short and needing further catching up. But blessed, all the same! Cheers!
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Cheerio, Mon Amis!
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