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I recall when life seemed concatenated, 
When Mother left no questions unanswered,
Except when she was in prison, then it’d be Dad,
When the grass was greener, the peace peacefuller,
Folks either deeply religious or had Zeusophobia,
Serious & farcical things were confabulated, 
Doors unlocked, yards were ungated…
Saucepan bottoms were copper-plated,
Boots-crappers & doorsteps were washed,
We got more than money in gratifications,
A pride when we got it right, no bonuses,
Oh, yes, there were many sybaritisms,
Some innocent, playful, many a teaser,
No need for drugs or booze to find pleasure,
Things changed so fast as I grew older,
No doubt the world’s grown absurder,
Time runs out for passion and adventure,
Stopped the death penalty, 1964, November,
Now, it’s daily murder after murder,
Which is not suitable for a worrier,
Scarier, now we have elected Starmer!
How can he claim to a PM that’s Labour?
Keir’s anti-pensioner, farmer and worker,
I reckon he’s also a misandristic anthropophobic,
The truth, reality? He’s totally denialistic,
Starmer the dangerous, spurious, demagogic,
The word to describe him is bisyllabic!

HINTS AND TIPS FOR WHIPPER-SNAPPERS,
ON POSSIBLE UPCOMING HEALTH RISKS,
Kicking off with a duodenal ulcer,
Optician, dentist, hearing aids, then a Carer,
Life gets to treat you uncaringly & unfairer,
Oh, you’ll get shot twice, I did, in 1986, September,
See how easy it is to distantly remember?
A new mechanical Aorta Valve for the ticker,
A Stroke that took me ages to recover…
Sent to a nursing home, not again, please, never!
Then, Cartilage agony & Peripheral Neuropathy,
Which will later be reassessed as being FND,
Went deaf, got Anne Gyna, then, this frit me…
Dementia, Psychoneurosis, Incogniscent Impairment,
Neurotransmitter went out of alignment,
My brain not reading the messages that they sent,
My nerve ends are unable to be acquiescent…
Visa Vera, to the instructions the brain sent!
That’s why I find myself on the floor, amazed,
I went to bedlam to be further appraised, 
Had many of these for the Dementia, I was aghast,
Diagnosed Lewy body dementia,
Then, Alzheimer’s diabetic Dementia
Then it changed to vascular Dementia,
Next, possibly Frontotemporal Dementia?
But the last one was not even Dementia…
PreMordid Cognitive Impairment, more tests, I fear,
You may suffer more; all anthropogenic,
You’ll need to keep medications, antileukemic,
You’ll need drugs, alcohol or mayhap tools alembic,
The world’s end will not necessarily be atomic,
Afford a spot in a shelter; it’ll be claustrophobic, 
Any faiths left will likely be Oligarch or Druidic,
Meeting your end, try to be rhapsodic…
I can get cannabinoids, CBD all synthetic,
Then you can die euphoric, cause you lived pilgarlic!
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Another short on detail job. Another day of being with it and out of it! Called twice on me, though. It’s time for a third visit, I hope.
Of course, my regular can-be-certain of well-outdid Horis.
I had several mini-seizures while Carer Mizra and then Carer Manpreet called. When talking and subjects change, it is impossible to get back to what I was going to say. Although Carer Mizra has an excellent memory and helped me regain some things that had slipped permanently into oblivion. Hehehe!

Classed as an NHS 6 on the scale.

First view from the kitchenette window.
A smidge bleak looking.

Off to the Porcelain Throne.
Which gave me plenty of time to tackle the crosswords. I didn’t do too well today. I found three errors from yesterday, but I was unable to find the correct answers to a single clue. Humph!
I went back to the kitchen to gather the necessary items for my ablutions… . Only to find I’d left the danged flipping hot water tap running yet again! A bit of naughty language was involved in the self-lambasting that followed.

I dangerously had to carry hot water from the kitchen sink on three trips so I could have a shave. No accidents, and only one cut shaving under my chin.
One more water trip and I got back to the wet room with a bucket of hot water, enough to use in the stand-up scrub-up, safely… !
I stubbed my toes against the porcelain pedestal. Smack on the ingrowing toenail toe! It hurt so much more than usual; I think this is not a good sign.

Somehow, as I was doing the medicating, a headache like the one from yesterday kicked in over the same left eye and up onto the top of the head. Then, the depression joined in, and I kept going into reality and out of it and carried on all day. I was a totally different idiot than the one who woke up two hours ago! Concentration crumbled.

I took a snap of the much-change view.

Went to change the clock calendar and make a start on the Friday blog. Carer Manpreet (I think) arrived. I got lost trying to keep up with the conversation, as it constantly shifted between subjects. Manpreet, a pleasant gal, issued the medications; I asked for Peptac and an extra 30g of Codeine. The headache had now been joined by Anne Gyna on one of her more virile attacks. This only confused me further.
I think I’m getting the timings out of sync again. Manpreet came well before I went on the computer. Sorry about that. I’ll carry on if you don’t mind. We shared farewells, and the gal departed. I must try to concentrate. I got the computer out of sleep mode, determined to get the Friday blog finished early. 
I didn’t, of course!

I started on the blog. Then, I realised I had no clean nightwear, so I had to wash one out for the morning.
So, I did

As I started once more to finish the blog, neighbour Jenny 🍪🌺💗 came in with some bikkies for me; bless her. Now, things got even worse. I had completely forgotten about the blog and started searching the web for Birds Eye Potato Bites. Ocado had some online. But I don’t need an order yet. However, when I invested, I found that they were cheaper than J Sainsbury, which does not sell them for delivery; they are only available in-store. However, Ocado was selling them for £10 for 5. £2.52 a single pack. I made an order for the week after next – I hope they are still on offer then.

Then, as I got back to starting the blog… The Catheter Contraption supplies were delivered. I put the box on the bed (and forgot about it; it is still there).

Then, as I got back to starting the blog… Carer Mizra (I think) arrived. I honestly can’t remember much until the evening; I went into a confused state of grade 1 mode, baffled, basically.

Can’t recall taking this. Rain again.

Remember the lady who does my hand laundry who didn’t turn up last week? She arrived. The good bit is she was not poorly, but on holiday and forgot to tell me about it. She took all the dirty nightshirts with her. I have two left, one of which will have to be washed each day until she brings the others back. I’m so glad she was not ill; bless her.

PM shot, I presume

Mizra and Rosma did the Carer calls today. (I think)

I found this on the SD card.
Possible Friday or Saturday meal.
No, this is Saturdays. I remember using the last of the potato bites now.
And burning my finger as I was getting them out of the oven and dropping the tray on the floor.
Ah, it’s coming back…

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