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Is it a vacation, furlough, or holiday?
Today is tomorrow, or is tomorrow today?
Is it a vacation, furlough, or a holiday?
Are politicians & their oligarchy…
Mostly skilled in deceit, greed or quackery?
Increasing their lies, & show warmongery?
Politicians greet the world’s end with alacrity…
Life is the mystery; We might die painfully,
Powers without compassion, logic or astucity!
Stating, altering, and doing things contradictorily,
Decisions with hopes turning incandescently,
They need to be examined electroencephalographically,
Nothing will stop the coming catastrophe,
I forecast the end will not be pretty…,
That’s why I wrote this little ditty,
I show not fear or lachrymosity…
Humankind’s termination is not such a pity!
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WEDNESDAY, 12th MARCH 2025
Stirred at 05:30hrs. Had a decent sleep. Sorted the catheter out but did not empty it cause I wanted the new Carer to see & grade it.

Took these three shots….
from the kitchen window.
Then…
I made a brew & reset the antique-style calendar clock.

Oh, dear…

I didn’t get to finish them, as the intercom rang.
The new carer from Inner City Care arrived.
He was a pleasant enough chap. We had a quick natter. His name was Achmad or Achmed or… (I’ll have to ask him how he spells it on tonight’s call.) My medications were given. He’s not sure if a midday visit is booked yet.

Going back into the wet room to finish the ablutions and medications, an alarm went off. I think it might have been the alarm testing, cause it soon stopped/as did my brain. I never got back to finish the ablutionings! Wot a Clot!

I got on the computer and used the Ccleaner again to get any photos onto CorelDraw. Well, I could, but it would not save them to file. No reasons were given, so I assumed the storage space was too low again. That did the trick, and as I was uploading…
Three within a minute got to me. Seconds later, I was getting on with the job, happy as a lark.

Two more mini ones, this time they left me fuddle-headed and confused to a degree. At least I realised this and stopped working on the computer for fear of going into a deeper seizure. I turned the computer to sleep mode, and before I could stand up – I’d gone into a cracking long, I assumed, Absence Seizure. Cause that is what happened. I think it lasted a good few minutes. After which I was even more puddled and out-of-it!

Things cleared a bit, & I returned to the computer.
GLOBDANGLES AND TURDSTOOLS!
I had to use the Ccleaner again to work on the photos. 
Naturally, .

I lost a couple of hours, but I had been working on and making a mess of the Ode. There were no more recognisable seizures until 17:00 hrs, and that was of little bother; it was not too deep or long to get to me. The seemed lighter at times, before going into a nosedive straight into a mire of dour dejection. I’m hoping the Matron Jackie can inspire my Doctor into activity over this ailment. I pray!

Tesco order. Just three bags – £59!
Mind you, I got two bottles of cider. (Guilt)
Food, food, & food.
Medications, soda water, PPs & bleach.

Afternoon sky shots were taken over a couple of hours..
The weather was quickly changing today.
One.
It should be a balcony shower. WP or Google, although in the editor the proper photo shows, they keep shoving something else in, distorted snaps? I’m fed up with this.
What a variety!
Really dark at times today.

 Awaiting the tea-time Carer. Unsure of when he will come, I can’t finish my ablutions or get a meal sorted yet.

DDDD still lingering. I’m wondering if I told her about the mood swings when we spoke about this year’s telephone appointment last week. Sarcastic? Me?

My worst effort this year, I think.
Luckily, I had earlier refilled the cookie jar with Cheesies!
I then emptied the cookie jar of Cheezies! Well, I didn’t eat much of the poorly made meal! Hehe!

Last call, Carer, ‘Joe’ got the diabetic soaks off. No medications were inquired about, but I didn’t need any anyway. I’d taken a swig of Peptac earlier to free the wind and taste from the calamitous meal.

I asked both Caregivers if they knew if the laundry, domestic, and financial help was still to be done for me. The response was negative! No, yea, or nae. They knew not. That is, if they understood my question. Bad enough as my hearing is already, I’m sometimes struggling to understand what they say to me. So, my accent must be as challenging to grasp as theirs. Joe and Akram are nice enough, lads.  

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Patience, Please – The End Commeth! Hehehe!
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TTFNski!
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