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My mind does nothing assentingly,
Neurotransmitters similarly…
But, by gum, this may sound bizarrerie…
But I’ll battle-on, although a woopie,
I’ve lately been sour, crestfallenly,
Depressed and feeling low desolately,
All despairingly, and disconsolately,
High-Mode-Horis: unexpectedly with me,
I don’t expect any logicality…
But I really do feel high, surprisingly!
I’m still all over-the-place-vigilantly,
I still sense my timidity & vincibility…
And, life’s still filled with uniquity,
At this moment, I am feeling happy!
Now you don’t often hear this from Inchy,
I know depression will return, distantly…
A day, hours, minutes, or even instantly!
It’ll hurt if he attacks immediately…
It’s what the turd-face does, usually,
I accept the prospect almost casually,
That revelation although, frightens me…
It reveals my neurodiversity,
And perhaps my nugacity & drollery?
While depression-free, perhaps he’s on holiday!
When he returns, I’ll go all nebbishly…
Until then, I almost feel free of moribundity!
I’ve gained a different personality…
At least temporarily!
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It’s all good innit?
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ROTTEN SLEEP AGAINA confusing first few hours. Littered with little annoyances. Which turned into a semi-panic stage later on. But more later, I’ll try to reveal things chronologically, so as not to lose myslef.

I couldn’t get to sleep in the bed for some unknown reason, so I moved into 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.
At last I did nod-off afew times; waking up again with neck jerks and shakes from a variety of bodily appendages, with getting her stabbing pains in a few times. But, I’ve had worse.

04:40hrs: As I removed the night pouch from the day bag, I noted how little was in the nocturnal pouch. At this time it didn’t matter, as there was no discomfort from the day bag.
I checked the taps, stove, etc. things were okay. I tok a snao of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window.

I’d done the bleeding gums and teeth, and was about to start on the shaving, but had to divert to the Porcelain Thone with haste. Damned good job I was in wet room, cause I would never have got there in time. As yesterday, it started on its own. Phew!
Just one weenie-cut shaving. The medicationings went great. Just the usual agony applying the fungal lesion ointment… well, the rubbing it in hurt!
I got the fresh PPs on almost easily!
Great start to the day, I thought.
I was feeling a smidge perky now! So, I got the waste bags into one, and placed it near the door.

I handwashed the wolly hat and towel and hung them in the clothes arer in the hallway.

I got the computer on, and had flow-back pains from the catheter. I took a peek at things, and wriggled the tubes, but the flow-back pains were still coming every couple of minutes.

Carer Ejaz arrived. I was told him about the flow-backs. He got the medications issued. Got my diabetic socks on my legs. Reminded me about the vitamin tablets. Then some serious pains came from the flowback. His next job, was to put a new day catheter as sleeve on my leg. We had hoped the new bag would be successfully used. Haha! But, No!
Ejaz had a look, but he couldn’t free the flow for me. I tried it again, with the same results.
Ejaz suggested that I phone the Distric Nurses. A problem with that is they are not working on weekends. But tey may assess the situation safety-wise at least. But it wastoo early to call yet. I asked Ejaz to take a photo of the catheter contraption for me, so I can put it here and see if I can identify what’s causing the problem. Ejaz put a plaster on one of the welts that was bleeding. He had to go, he had a lot to do this morning. When I got around to uploading the photo. I noticed that the top tube from Little Inchie was backed up full. The new catheter tube below was gin-clear!
I assumed the problem was with the connecting tube thingamagig.
So, I took a closer look. After a struggle, I squashed, squeezed, and tugged at the connector, and it started to slowly flow. I could see some creamy yellow bits of whatever, going through with the urine. It is still backing up even now, hours later. But I keep squashing, squeezing, and tugging, and the flow starts again, gradually slowing down.
I may be due for a contraption replacement?

The Iceland elive ry arrived. The man kindly carried the carrier bags through to the kitchen for me. Kind of him, that was.
The only frozen food I’d bought was the cheap ice cream cones. I got them in the freezer first. I spotted the giant potato waffle in there. I’ll have that today I think. Iceland has Gung Po sauce on offer, so I bought some. I couldn’t find them when I searched for Gung-Po sauce.
Luckily, I tried a search for Sharwood’s, and it came up. 
While setting up the food cupboard things for this photo; I had the weirdest of seizures. I just stopped what I was doing and held onto while leaning against the door in the corner. I can’t say why I did this, but I’m ever so glad that I did. A phenomenal loss of balance and a dizzy spell came over me, lasting around ten seconds. Had I not took precautions they would have had me over without question.
How the hell did I know? Weird!
I got the idea to put some Marmite on the potato hash Browns later. Well!

A different carer called who is doing the last three calls. His name is Mirza. Seemed like a nice enough lad. He gave me some Peptac when I asked for it. And listened while I told him of the catheter problems.

Then I got on with blogging and the ode making.

WordPress not letting me like or comment on the Reader? Humph!
Now the photos are disappearing!

TTFN