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I used to be an abstentionist,
Till Starmer arrived with his Tory habits,
Bringing Keir’s bureaucracy,
Ruling backhandedly, rigidly,
He lies so well and repeatedly,
As PMs go, he’s the most antihumanistic,
His waffles are unintelligible & anticlimactic,
Making voters most antagonistic,
Starmerishly: insincerely; obsequiously, Sycophantically, unscrupulously, & deviously,
Often proving his own sincerity,
A scamster, defalcator, backhander-taker,
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Yet another night of ever-jumping-awake, despite my tiredness, which helped me get back to sleep after each jerking awake in a reasonably short time. But there were so many of them. Dark Dank Depression Duncan came into the equation, and the periods of bliss were getting shorter every time.
I gave up and clambered out of the £300 second-hand shop-bought in 1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner.
I noted that the catheter’s nocturnal drainage pouch urine was a lighter colour for a change this morning. Last night’s overtiredness had left some of its debris, and it took a while for me to gain semi-clarity, but I did.
I gathered the health-checking gear together and started doing the Ticker, Blood, temp’ & oxygen test. The results varied somewhat; the blood tests were an improvement in the last few days.
However, just look at the SYS and BP results above.
Not very encouraging, are they?
03:40hrs: I decided to get my ablutions & medications done early. The pot marks in the lower regions from the catheter contraption straps, tubes, and bits had started bleeding, so I’ll need to use the Porcelain Throne, shave, and shower, and all the creams, drops, sprays, and ointments will be tended to as well. It’s a good thing I got up early then. I removed the catheter’s muslin bag, but I couldn’t find the one that I’d washed yesterday. (Nothing unusual there). I’d like to concentrate on the ablution tasks, not wanting any more knocks or tumbles. Thank you very much.
I must admit, I got the muslin 
bag off of the leg with no bother at all! The cartilage pain seemed to be on holiday. Hehe!
Another bonus is that I didn’t leave the hot water tap dripping away overnight this time. Started on the 
throne, another long job. Still, minimal cleaning up is needed. Although, I did notice that the walking stick’s ferrules were leaving dark marks on the wetroom floor. I used the four-pronged Metal Mickey stick. I’ll have to give that a wash afterwards; it made a right mess.
Got the teggies done. The teeth are so rotten that pain from Toothache-Tiffany was inevitable.
The shaving went so well, just one teeny weeny nick on my neck. Next, the shower.
Again, I was amazed at the lack of Accidauxpas and or Whoopsiedangleplops! I thoroughly enjoyed that shower. It would have been even better, but when I went to sit on the shower chair after scrubbing my flabby body and skinny legs, Cartilage Choe snapped painfully. I would not risk bending the knee enough to sit on that low chair. Still, no moaning. It was a good session under the shower all the same. I was expecting a tumble, slip, a bruising knock or something of that ilk throughout. But I escaped the shower, turned the power off, got a towel from the heater ready to dry myself off, and realised how well things had really gone up to now. This put me in ‘Alert Mode’. I dried off, using paper towels for the catheter bag. Now for the medications.
I started with the medicationings. And again, things went well once more, well, obviously not the Ointmenting of Little Inchies fungal lesion. That is usually the major paingiver. Harold’s Haemorrhoids handle the Germoloid ointment well. My Spanish Onion-sized right testicle almost welcomed the Savlon creaming. I couldn’t reach all the barrier cream-needing areas. I’ll ask the Carer to do them 
later for me. Then, seeing the ferrule marks reminded me to wash the four-pronged Metal Micky, the walking stick.
I let him soak in the sink for a while with spirit vinegar, bleach and washing-up liquid mixed in.
But the towel and togs in the laundry basket, and got a khagoule on.
Then went back with a stiff brush to clean Wally’s ferrules in the wetroom.
It took a bit of effort, but I appreciated that I’d had no Whoopsies of any kind during the ablutions – this had not happened for months!
I remained on ‘Alert Mode.’
I filled bottles of spring water and a brew of 99 tea. Then, I got the computer on. But not for long. I got an unexpected rumbling-innards call back to the Porcelain Throne. How did things soften up so quickly? This is all a part of the mysteries of this block of flats, with the apparitions, phantoms, succubi and the paramnesias, who torment residents… well, me, anyway! Hahaha!
Carer Ejaz came. Full-body check and barrier cream were applied where I couldn’t reach the areas.
Blogging.
Only one recognised seizure. Up to now.
Carer Joe; laundry taken down. Letters opened. He rang the Audio place about the appointment I’d missed. Medications, Peptac given.
Got something to eat, bacon sarnies, and fell swiftly asleep. Zzzz!
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Late Little Nosh
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Dang… I want late night chips/fries soooo bad right now!
I’ve been thinking of you because I’ve recently started forgetting when I turn on the faucet to refill the cat’s water. Last week, the sink was clogged, resulting in a very wet floor & all the crap on it, which is now slightly moldy cause I was/am too lazy to deal with it (if you ignore chores long enough, magic fairies show up to do them, right??).
Now my link to you is doubled as I found my belly button so inflamed that I immediately deleted a pic where it looked like a “supplemental butthole”. 🤣 I’m sure it’s a fungal infection, and I finally got cream on it yesterday.
Triple link, given my sleep issues. I’m usually okay with it but lately my anxiety about it has been through the roof, so even meds aren’t helping.
Am I reading your BP correctly: high Sys and low Dia? Yaaaay for good pulse ox & urine!! What are the various stats to the right of “hyper”?
That 2nd sunset pic is BEAUTIFUL!!
Sending you good juju. If nothing else, please appreciate that you’re not living in a police state. I’m in SoCal and trump’s derangement and attacks are getting scary. He’s no longer even attempting to hide his plan for authoritarianism.
I get the desire for chips, too gal.
We could start an L+I FaucetRunningAssociation? Har!
I find Barrier Cream is okay for fungal lesions abd sweat-spots.
Getting to sleep is not bad, but staying there is impossible. Do you keep shooting a wake gal? It’s terrible!
I think the readings are different due to the mechanical aorta valve I had fitted. SYS has bee overly high all this week. The Carer says he’ll call the community natron to ask her these figures akay or not.
Box is blood oxygen, BL is blood level, but I’m not sure waht it means, I ma have misdread the pamphlet. Today they were both within range – Yee-Hah!
WE have Herr Starmer doing the same, scary!
I’m sorry that your govt is doing the same. We literally have armed military deployed around SoCal, against the wishes of everyone but the big orange menace who deployed them. Fortunately, as of last night, they’re doing little more than standing around. The riot police are the ones shooting “less lethal” rounds directly at reporters and peaceful protesters. I’m very afraid of another 1960s Kent State shooting.
Sat are the planned nationwide No Kings peaceful protests. I hope to attend a local one but may be restricted to protesting at home due to my physical limits.
Thanks for the decoder on your stats spreadsheet! CONGRATS on good numbers today!
I can understand how you feel, Angel. The world’s gone mad. Cost a lot to buy the catheter covers now the NHS do not supply them anymore. Cost of living, cuts in pension, rents up, electricity is so costly nowadays. Our QMC hospital in saind in the free local rag, is cutting 230 jobs next month. They’ve stopped Aludrox SA medications on prescription.
Food prices are getting too high as well.
I can’t see them getting my Glaucoma sorted, so many cancellations already. Fair enough, if children or youngster need it, it is fair with me. But the waiting list is astronomical even for them.
I hope your ailments are no worse, Angel.
What can we mortals do? Red-Wig & Herr Starmer are unbelievable. With Putin keeping an aye on the West, it is worrying, gal.
Did you ever get your Chip’Fries meal?
The WArden of the flats Deana used to call each week, but rarely see her now the Carer’s are calling. She called the Community Matron for me about the BP & Oxygen figures, bless her. She is calling on Monday. Of course, the BP Sys has gone lower since she rang. Tsk!
Thanks for caring, Angel. X 🧡
I didn’t get my starchy junk food fix yes and was debating driving to 7eleven for potato chips at 3am. Instead, I took a pain pill to knock myself out!
My rescheduled knee surgery is supposed to happen in just over 2 weeks (July 1) but, once again, tons of requests for i surance approvals have not been submitted. I sent an urgent email to the surgeon’s office a week ago and they haven’t responded. I’m now mentally prepared for everything to fall apart again, and to have to restart the process with a different surgeon (or simply give up and accept perm handicap). I hope it doesn’tcome to that, but it’s better to be prepared!
“I didn’t get my starchy junk food fix yes and was debating driving to 7 Eleven for potato chips at 3am. Instead, I took a pain pill to knock myself out!” Boy we think alike, gal 💛
Oh, I wish I could help you.
What a pickle you are in, petal. This is frustration we feel, that has no solution. Preparing yourself for the worst, is a wise move on your behalf.
I can pray for you though, and will. 🌺
Still no word on my surgery – but I ate a ton of potato chips yesterday and finally got that craving out of my system!
Sorry about the wait for your surgery, petal.
Cut great that you’ve satiated your craving! Lovely!
Sorry about the wait fir your surgery, petal.
But it’s great you satiated you food cravings!
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Very descriptive ode, Gerry. It’s good you had nice shower with no fallings.
Always a silver-lining to look for, Tim. Hahaha!
I ‘m trying to imagine someone in the household calling out – don’t forget to wipe your prongs 🙂 a great day you’ve had! 😀
Hehehe!
As I recall, Starmer’s office was once described as a dusty place where nothing of importance never occurred.
Hold on a moment, Sir … no decisions of importance are still in the INBOX … new dust seems to be settling upon old dust. SACO (Starmer Always Chickens Out)?
Meanwhile, Putin enablers continue to allow Putin to commit every crime against everyone on the planet. With full impunity.
That is all so true, and humorously put, Billum!
Thanks, mate.