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Today is my annual 5-year medical check-up.
I hope she notices my barnacle…
No, I mean my carbuncle,
Will she look at things physical?
Show interest in my things mental,
Help me get sorted out dental?
Seizures, Dementia, my memory?
I got no help with Peripheral Neuropathy,
I was just told it’d get worse eventually,
She’s not mentioned it since 1993,
Cartilages, Arthur Itis in each knee,
Will there be help with the catheter?
Coprolalia? I’m cursing much more, sadly,
Glaucoma making things hard to see.
Meals get burnt, and much other new trouble.
Times & numbers are now easy to befuddle.
I’m tired out well before each crepuscle,
I find myself more gullible & coercible,
So many ailments, some seeming chimeral,
Readying things needs time & attention,
My operation cerebral, involving abscission,
Carer Joe is showing his altruism…
Deserving my admiration & appreciation,
His humour & help stop me from being anti-thalian,
That’s enough of this Ode’s aphorism!
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04:20hrs. Nocturnal pouch removed.
Computer on. Spent ages trying to get photos on, but no luck. Did the above graphics, which went on.
Photo card reader problems again. Couldn’t solve them. Annoyed, frustrated. Breathing became a smidge more of an effort. I did get some photos to go on, but not until Thursday morning (Now). Which means I am so far behind again. 
I finished and sent off the Tuesday blog. A good job I got up so early. Still had to prepare for the visit with Carer Joe to the Doctor.

Health Checks were done. Blood Oxygen level is still far too low. I must remember to mention this to the Doctor. (Not sure if I did).

Had a go at the crosswords while awaiting the evacuation movement to begin. It took a while to arrive and ages to complete the motion. No hearing aids in, but I still heard the clunk as the torpedo hit the water and the utter relief of it doing so.
What a pleasure that was! The medicationings went well.

Carer Ejaz arrived. Medications were issued, urine assessed, and as he departed with a “Tara”, I realised that I’d not asked him to replace the catheter day bag… Again! So self-annoying!

I checked and amended the list of things to mention to the Doctor. Then, I worked out what to wear for the trip. I risked putting on the trousers, which was interesting, as I struggled to keep my balance while getting them on. No socks. 
Unfortunately, I’d run out of clean long shirts to wear, hence, the trousers.

OCADO DELIVERY
I needed to rush a bit to put these foods away so I could check on the visit lists and ensure I wouldn’t miss anything. (Of course, I did all the same) But did take a few snaps. To give you an idea of my choice of foods for the week.
New drinkies.
Tomatoes.
Pickled mushroom. Bought
in bulk – On Special Offer!
Undoubtably, the tastiest cobs,
cheesy-topped ones. 🤎
Special Offer mini ice-cream suckers!

A rare cracking prolonged seizure!
Odd little, nearly recognisable memories floated about in my head. Something had happened or occurred that left me with a gut feeling representing embarrassment or shame?
So angry-making that I couldn’t get at it.

Carer Joe arrived as I was musing over matters after the giant seizure. It was amazing how quickly my head cleared. It usually takes me a lot longer to focus. Then again, I may have thought I’d clear my head but hadn’t? Life can get complicated.

Now, as I write this from memory, I have nothing on the pad for the trip. I believe I must have still been partly unaware of things.
From getting out of the door, using the stick only, and no walker, my memory is much better.
We went down in the lift, with Carer Joe carrying the laundry bag. Called into the laundry room, and Joe put it in a washer.
Then, out to the car, Joe helped me get in.
We were soon in Carrington, and Joe pulled into the surgery car park.
Joe helped me out of the car, and we went inside.
Logged in on the AI machine. And got seated in the waiting area. Within minutes, Dr Vindla came out with a big smiling welcome to greet me. She has a nice smile. We went into the surgery, and questions flowed in my direction. It was a darned good job that Carer Joe was with me. Even with my hearing aids in, I was struggling to hear what Dr Vinla was saying. Joe clarified most of what she asked me and supplied some answers himself. Those questions that I could not. I was to be referred to a Neurologist, but that doesn’t mean I will see one; it’s up to them.

This took me back to when I’d just been diagnosed as having Peripheral Neuropathy, then the stroke and was in the Care home recovering. Then the same thing happened; I was to be referred to a Neurologist, but that doesn’t mean I will see one; it’s up to them. I never heard anything more about it. That was back in 2018, and now, in 2025, I anticipate and expect the same thing will happen: nothing.

Joe drove us back to Woodthorpe Court prison… no, I mean Woodthorpe Court flats. Hehehe!
He then helped me out of the car, and we ventured into the Woodthorpe Court flats. Calling in the laundry room to move the washing into a drier. But Joe decided that, since there was so little washing, it came out a lot drier, and they decided to take it up with us and hang it to dry. Up in the lift, then the cell… no, flat, Haha!

Joe got the hangars and hung the dressing gowns up for me. I’ll have to handwash a nightshirt a day to keep up, as I’m out of clean ones. The Angel who usually does this handwashing for me did not turn up this week. Pound to a penny that she will have more problems and discomfort with her catheter again. Poor gal! I hope if this is the reason, she copes and can get it righted. 🤎

I seem to have lost memories of what happened then. I vaguely recall Joe leaving but nothing else. This would, I assume, just be caused by my bad at-the-time memory. Can’t remember any confusion caused by any seizures… but then I wouldn’t, would I?

Ejaz did the last call. Nocturnal bag fitted, and Peptac issued on request.

I loosely recall making the meal of the day. I cooked some potato nuggets; I think they were called. I’d also put this on the notepad reminder. Fresh peas were podded & added (My favourites!)! Some pickled beetroot was sliced (The cut finger was of no bother), and the last of the yellow and red mini salted tomatoes were great. A tasty, ready-cooked Polish sausage and cheesy-topped cobs rounded it of.
I remember I enjoyed this so much!

I fell asleep with the tray, food-emptied, of course, on my lap. Turning on the TV… at the fourth attempt, (Remember it is powered, after all, by the  Liberty-Global Oligarchs.) Then I drifted off within a minute, I think, into a deep bliss of sleep.
I woke up five hours later. The tray, dish, and crumbs on the floor, with titbits, including the knife, fork and spoon, spread over my body mass and onto the £300 second-hand shop-bought, 1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. Totally unbothered at the time and drifted off with Swett Morpheus yet again.
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TTFNski, & thanks to Carer Joe for his help!
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