I was feeling sorry for myself, quintessentially,
Dementia, loneliness, seizures lurked parlously,
A large bottle of cider persuadingly,
My brain was acting preoccupiedly,
Depressions, psych-asthenias, never free,
The cider was more prepossessingly,
Mentally, things buzzed peculiarly,
I should worry about things pecuniary,
I hadn’t a lot; now, no perspicuity,
My life is turning proverbially…
Am I going pseudo-hallucinatory?
I really don’t feel tensed or querulously,
Moments of genuine highs, then reality,
Inner visions of tangibility, palpability,
Then I lose this fantastic ability…
I accept this annoying fait accompli,
Life returns to being recessionary,
For just seconds, I react angrily,
I look again at the cider, splenetically,
I must address my shortage of specie,
A seizure grips, yet subconsciously…
I talk with myself untrustingly,
I see, hear nothing, turn sycophantishly,
Was I in a state of spatiotemporally,
Should I have bought cider or saki?
I bored myself, tautologically,
With the brain, I had a long tracasserie,
Self-hate, haughtiness & pomposity,
Nastily, offensively, vitriolically, but only to me,
On a downer, life’s a travesty!
Tonight, it might be cider instead of tea!
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Sleep is not good…
Seizure rife…
But I’d not moaning… Oh, No!
6½hrs Kip! Not a lot…
But much better than the last four days.
No domestic help again.
So I spent most of the day cleaning.
Not much was done.
Sorry about that.
Ablutions & Medications; I dropped the razor shaving. It’s not worth saying, but only two nicks.
However…
So, I did!
Doing the cleaning as a mammoth job that did for me! It took me so long to get so little done!
Got some chips in the oven for the evening meal.
Sandra’s Mini-Seizures kicked off, and she stayed for a few hours. I wanted to try the computer again, so I left it until the morning (which turned out to be Sunday night) to try and get it finished.
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Cheers Each!
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That looks like a nasty scrape. Excellent ode. The lavender and periwinkle sky is gorgeous. A decent-looking meal.
Thank you, Tim.
Scratch almost gone now, Tim. (wed)
Not up your skies vividity, yet.
Just seen your amazing Moon sky shot. Brilliant”
Great ode, Gerry. It looks like you really scraped your arm. The pictures of the sky are beautiful. Have a good week.
Cheers, mate. Sorry buts taken a while to get answering. Up to the neck in it without any cleaners, and Anne Gyna and Sandra Seizures visiting too often.
The scratch has almost cleared now (Wednesday), thanks.
It sometimes takes me a while to catch up online, Gerry. Good that the scratch is clearing up. Cheers! 🌞😎
It took me far too long to realize cider = alcohol. Around here, 99.9999% is non-alcoholic.
Eegads at that scrape!! I have a super high platelet count and very rarely bleed a lot. I was taking a peescription NSAID (I’m highly allergic to most NSAIDS), which thinned my blood and seemed to make my skin thinner. Suddenly, every little thing looked like an emergency, and I was constantly wrapping myself in gauze & tape. The pills did little, so I’m off them again and no longer looking like a thin-skinned ol’ lady.
Both sky pics are nice, but that pastel one… whoaaaa!!
Now I want chips. I was craving a burget that I saw featured online, but the $24 price tag (I think chips/fries were $11) made me decide otherwise.
How often do you have home assistance? Do you live off savings, some sort of retirement funds, govt assistance?? I have no idea how thongs work there!
I lost all my reply when the computer went down. Humph! I’ll try again, I wish I knew what I’d written. We can buy alcohol-free cider, beer, wine, gin, run, etc over here, gal.
The scratch has nearly cleared up now, petal. (Wed)
Prices are raising so much nowadays. Poer, rates, rent, food, everything. Milk Roll sliced bread cost me 95p in January, now it’s £1.39!
I’m just starting with a different Caregiver company. 4 calls a day for medicationing. Without my career pension I’d be in a mess.
Once a week they do the laundry for me, then I put them on airers to finish drying.
The last bill for them was £349. Because I have a bank account low, I’m close to getting low enough to have them with a 33% reductions. Not sure how it works.
Without my works pension I’d be up the creek.
Keep taking care where you can, sweetheart. ♥
I’m sending you good juju for friendly/helpful assistants and a sudden financial windfall!!
Bless you my Angel. ♥
I get that desire, cider is a natural balm, at least in the mind.
I think I’ve got the same thoughts on this, Sir!
🙂