Inchy’s Ode: Friday 6th June 2025

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Regrettably, Odeless, Oh, go on then!
Due to, well, Inchy acting antipathetically,
With confusion tormenting him unrelentingly,
Confusion Konrad was with me all Friday,
Visits from Anne Gyna, too regularly,
Duodenal Donald, and maybe even Svengali,
Depression Duncan, Shaking Shoulder Shirley,
Dizzy Dennis, Flatulent Frank & Cartilage Chloe,
Seizures, apparitions, t’was almost ghostly…
It was mental problems, I think primarily,
Leaving my body sensations via FND,
These used to really worry me…
I’ve told the Doctor, who smiled unworridly,
And asked me the colour of my pee,
After each one, I made a mug of tea,
Tasty Co-op 99, or Welsh Glengettie,
I didn’t actually get to drink any,
A seizure, mind-wander, or my memory…
So many tasks I’d delay or belay,
Talking? I’d forget what I was going to say,
But to be fair, that happens quotidianly,
Now, this headache will not go away!
Aches behind the eyes, & just above, painfully,
I notice it more when Anne Gyna goes away,
The hot water tap was left on twice today,
I did it again early morning on Saturday,
I seem to have little control emotionally,
Though I’ve got a little more physically,
I did take a tumble, landed on my left knee,
A good job; the catheter bag was almost empty,
Harassed Arthur Itis and Cartilage Chloe,
Stomach pains again due to the dodgy chillie?
My fungal lesion bleeds on Little Inchie,
I’m farting about here, willy-nillie!
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Very Sparse Blog Today.
Mainly Cause My Mine Kept Going Away.
CHEERS!

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The nocturnal pouch leaked, so I emptied it sharply into the day jug for the Carer to dispose of it.

Oh, rain!
Taken through the kitchen window.

Got the taken-off nightshirt and hand-washed it in the kitchen bowl. 

Took another snap.

Took yesterday’s washed shirt down.

I hung up this morning’s hand-washed shirt to dry on the shower curtain rail.

I’d been doing well up to here.
Honestly, I had so many mini-seizures that I just couldn’t count them. Then Anne Gyna, Doudenal Donald and the mystery stomach pains all came on together. Now, (Sat a.m.) I can’t even remember which Carer’s called morning and midday!
This was the start of the launching of the Konrad Confusion attacks of the day. Depositing firmly in my psyche for the day. As far as I’m aware, the poor only got one little burst today. And that was soon over. It only lasted a few minutes, then for no apparent reason, returned.
The thoughts seemed to get more and more confused and pointless. I knew I was in for a mental battering. How did I know that? I’ve not got the foggiest, but I recall trying to get my mind girded to lessen the effects. What does that mean, anyway? Why did I type that? Things were going the same way on Sat. Woke up feeling fair, and then I sank. 

The ankles were in excellent condition!
If I could get my brain the same? Oh, Joy!

One minute, I’d be reasonably aware and able to concentrate a little – then back to the confused conglomeration of confusion, uncertainties, doubts, fears, indecision, and an irresistible self-loathing you would never believe if I did try to explain it.
Throughout the miserable day, it was getting harder to bother or do anything. Despair, hopelessness, or resignedness reigned. Any word or all of them currently feels like a suitable word to explain my feelings. Also, the same this morning, a sort of acknowledgement of my inabilities. I’ve just read this! Sorry that it sounds so dark. But it is. I’ll try to brighten things up a smidge.

I don’t think I’ve used this snap of the Kiddies Meal. Chilli-Con-Carni with rice. I believe the things I add to it might be the reason for my stomach aches.
Mushroom Ketchup, onion powder, dried basil, and the last of a jar of Jung Po sauce.
It might be advisable, if I remember to do so, to ask a Carer to check the sell-by dates on the items as mentioned earlier. I can’t even read them with my reading glasses on or using the spyglass. Which, incidentally, I can no longer find. Hehe!

A Carer came on the last call as I was about to take an evening shot of the view from the kitchen window.
Blown if I know why, but this was when a short visit from suddenly came on. By the time I’d taken the photo, I was pleased with the result. Horis dissolved, disappeared, vanished, faded, or evaporated minutes after arriving?

I recollect feeling a little cheated and sorry for myself. I’m well aware that does not repair feelings of depression. But while he’s in situ, I couldn’t care less and know full well that the return of is imminent and expected. But High-Mode-Horis has never made such a minuscule visit before. His calls are getting far less frequent as well this week.  

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Hoping things improve!
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