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I escaped my flat, my three-roomed home,
First, I took my morphine and prednisolone,
An adventure to get out, though all alone,
Tried to identify each smell, each pheromone,
The tree copse, cooking food and cannabis,
I smelt the gloom, & people’s armpits,
Watched the dogs sniffing out bitches oestrone,
Sick on the pavement, looking like zabaglione,
In the distance, I thought I heard an altoist…
Then, I lost grip of my walking stick,
Took a tumble, realised I was not autarkic,
The Warden came over, and that did the trick.
She got me up again, back in the flat in a tick,
I sat and thought about Starmer…
Not a pleasant pondering on a wanker,
The PM, a backhander-taking free banqueter,
I, a tea & biscuit-dunker, he? Drunker!
He is an oligarch, I am a robbed pensioner,
But I didn’t get any angrier…
Cause the valve dropped off my catheter,
These things have happened before,
Anne Gyna, the ever-leaking oedema,
The nurse will be calling. Bless her,
Today, or the day after,
Clean, cream the legs, and replaster.
All the best to Starmer, the bloodsucker,
I’ve an appointment; Doctor of Neurology,
But that’s not until next November, you see,
My Doctor told them it was an emergency,
I’ve another urgent one waiting for me…
Glaucoma, been waiting since 2023,
I suppose this sounds as if I’m sorry?
Sorry for myself, pathetically?
I guess I may be anti-aristocracy?
They can afford private treatment, medically,
Murderers in jail get treated quicker than Inchy!
I put it down to jealousy, basically,
Worst of all, No Carer Joe, to look after Gerry!
Boosting my ego, caring carefully…
Always a smile, ever helpingly…
My depression depths now? Acceleratingly!
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I feel so low today
Sorry, it is how I feel
Help is not easy to find
Losing Carer Joe stinks
An infected brain rules how I think
I have to question my mind.
Confused most of the time
Now, depressed, all the time.
If there are any prospects of help…
I can’t see them. Sorry.
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Better

Morning view

Legs on waking were looking much calmer.
This would not last, of course.

Erm… can’t remember taking this, or why?

Carer Elaz snapped the top of my head.

Then the hand injury. He put cream on both of them and then on my feet for me.
Not too bad later.

Food arrived.
No-butter butter spreadable.
Regular tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Silesian sausages, Polish sausages, cheesy topped bread rolls.
Fish sticks, and three Tiger Tomatoes.
These might taste good.

Fridge not overfull!
Nurses & Carer shelves.

Carer Joe made his last ever call.
What a Priceless Man. He sorted out the online banking again. Bless his cotton socks!

Green/brown tomato sliced and put in the no-butter buttered wholemeal rolls. Two Sileasian sausages, red spring onions, beetroot and some beans. I seem to have run out of peas.
Gorgeous flavour!

Sorry, but tomorrow will be a busy day for me, and I’ll have to cope with more than one caller at the same time. I fear most of them.

British Gas is installing a Smart Meter and will need to turn off the power. Doing so will kill the emergency Panic Alarm, landlines, internet and TV. Plus the fridge and freezer. I have no idea how to get them back on. A genuine worry. So, a blog for tomorrow is doubtful in terms of time. The chances are that I won’t be able to use the phones, alarms, computer, stove, hot water, door, or intercom after they’ve been cut off to fit the Smart Meter, which I’ve never wanted anyway due to my arithmaphobia. Do I seem worried? That’s because I am, and with no Carer Joe to help me sort things.

UPS: Sent an email about a parcel being delivered tomorrow between 09:15 and 12:05 hours.

The nurse is due to clean and remediate, and replaster Lymphoedema Leslie’s bloated, leaking feet and legs.

The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant is to contact me on the landline to discuss the chosen procedure. Twixt 09:30 & 11:00hrs.

Precious is calling to fetch the Kaftans for hand washing, bless her.

There is a chance that the DVT Nurse will be taking blood for the Warfarin INR level testing.

The Community Nurses are due to take out the Cathy Catheter Contraption and replace it. (Shudder!)

How many will arrive at the same time is anyone’s guess, but with my luck, I’ll get all confused and forget all that people tell me.

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See Ya Later Alligator…
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