Day: 6 June 2025

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Or instead, hospital – Inchy Cocked it up again!
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The start of the end was busier…
Although I was taken prisoner,
Acceptance of fate, but no apnea,
They forced us to build a bonfire,
It was my first visit to Berkshire,
Defeated? It brought with it aporia,
Our captors seemed quite avuncular,
They gave us first-aid and dinner…
I came out of my dream of Starmer.
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Mood swings today.
So far behind, it is not tomorrow at 16:35hrs.
This is as far as I got on this blog.
Few reminder notes that can be read.
Not much on it, but there are a lot of unreadable lines of gobbledygook on the notepad.
Anne Gyna is rampant, but it worsened in the morning. As I write this, my concentration is all over the place. I’ll have to guess and rush.
Not feeling at all good.

Nocturnal Pouch off. The urine was classed as a five by Carer Ejaz. To my eyes, it was a six. Just as well, I’ve got Ejaz visiting.

Had to handwashwash a nightshirt. Hug it in the wet room to dry.

My ankles looking good… ish!

Nurse Hristins came to take the blood. 💕
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He stayed for too long and too often.

I think Carer Joe called and ordered some Catheter contraption spare parts for me.

Feeling hazy. Although not disabling, Annt Gyn is visiting now and then. Toothache Tiffany as well, now! I can take it – I lie!

An email from DHL, which Parsley Box has informed me, indicates that they will deliver the ready meals to me. I got a reference number and clicked on ‘Track’. Surely they can’t have started yet; it was only hours since Carer Joe… The address was in the USA?
Am I getting mixed up again, or aren’t I? DHL is doing the food, and DpP is the medicals? No idea what I’m doing here. Nothing new, mind you.

What a plonker! What a Dick! What Next?
I’ve been reading the wrong notebook page!
I got myself worked up at my stupidity…
Now I’ve got Duodenal Donald joining in with Anne Gyna, both stabbing away.
Now, I do feel poorly.
I’ll have to give up, sorry.
Make something to eat.

The Carer called while cooking.
After she’d gone, I made a right mess of finishing the cooking.

Friday Night.
Got to finish.
When I’ll get Fridays done…
I’m not even sure if I will or can.
I’m struggling.
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Sorry
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