09 | July | 2025 | Inchie Today

Hitler. No, Mussolini. No, Tony Blair.
No, Lord Haw-Haw. No, Margaret Thatcher.
No, Harold Shipman. No, Xi Jinping,
, Erm…er…
His Dad might have been a Toolmaker?
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I’ve got neurotic problems by the boatload,
Insufficient money to make a billfold,
Glaucoma Gladys is becoming a blindfold,
I’ve got a body that should be in a centrefold,
I’ve a brain that can no longer behold…
The richness of asking or being told,
No longer retains, cannot withhold,
Dropping, walking into things, I could explode,
Hence, I’m writing this little threnode,
I’ve looked for but not found my Motherlode,
Depression, frustration, failure, all incommode…
Often, I feel I can’t cope, period!
It’s driving me back to the amber fluid!
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So many Whoopsies, Accifauxpas & mistake-ridden, frustrations, failures, worries, Seizures, everyone with a terribly confusing state of mind when I returned to mock reality, neurological problems, and what a rotten day it was. I wrote three full pages of reminders on the notepad, and as I read them this morning, they proved to be of little use. I think if I read and understood the so-called text, I could probably decipher less than 10%! And some of them were partly guessed at.
Therefore, some aspects will be mixed up, chronologically out of sync, incorrect, mistaken, or unbelievable. However, I’m so far behind that I’ll have to rush the job, and mistakes are inevitable.
Sorry, but I do my best, but I must rush things to be ready for the Matron, JS food delivery, and a call from the Neurological Lady regarding the procedure details. Although that might be happening tomorrow.

I’d been working through last night to catch up on the blogs. Suddenly it was 05:00hrs! I turned off the computer (failing to save the CorelDRAW). And had to leave things and get into the hospital bed. 05:25hrs.

07:15hrs: The intercom rang, and I clawed my way out of bed to the panel and admitted Carer Ejaz.
I was back in bed by the time he arrived at the flat and felt so tired that I just stayed there.
I’m sure I must have been having a nocturnal seizure because of how confused I felt. Not with it at all.

11:00hrs: I shot awake in a bit of a panic. Thinking it was Tuesday, and the JS food delivery was due between 07:00 and 11:00 hours… and I’d missed it!

I got the email on the computer to see if any message had been left for me from JS. This is when I realised it was Monday, not Tuesday. That helped calm down my semi-panic mode.
I took this snap through the balcony windows. Then, I started planning a wet room session to perform ablutions and self-medication. Beginning with a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Constipation Konrad single, painful, bloodied and the longest-winded session for many a month.
A lengthy sitting this was. However, I did manage to find a couple of solutions to the crossword. Getting the muslin bag from the catheter contraption was painful, but that’s always the case. Shaving took a while, as I’d got Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time, so I took things as carefully as I could. The result was a terrible shave, but still, now to face the showering. Which went great! A bit rushed, but I still enjoyed it. I remembered to turn the power box off, as well!
The next page of notes was redundant. Couldn’t read them at all. The next photo reminded me a little. I recall taking this photo of the legs after reattaching the contraption. I asked Ejaz later to fit the muslin bag support, which he did.

Stayed with me on and off all through the rest of the day. These short ones take so long to recover from.

The lost and unreadable hours of the short day, I just know I didn’t and wasn’t happy with. But details, as I say, are not gettable.

I recall Carer Josie arriving just as I was struggling with coming out of a seizure. I’m sure I tried to explain to her, but I have a feeling I waffled too much. At least, I think I did. I found that she had written on the notepad to remind me to ask the Carer to change the urine pouch on Tuesdays.

I’d decided not to bother with any fancy meal and left out two cheesy-topped cobs and the Matmite to go on them for later.

I do remember taking this shot of the kitchen window sky view. Oh, yes…
Because after taking it and bringing the Koad back from the window frame…
I knocked a bottle of sea salt from the counter. The glass did not break, but the cap flipped open, leaving a fresh aroma after I cleaned it up. Haha!

A nicely burnt vegetable pastie. Two Marmite-filled cheese-topped bread rolls. Sliced and salted a beef tomato. Some Frazzles and a mini ice-cream lolly to follow.

At 22:00hrs, there was a European Ladies football match. I tried tuning in to the Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who owns Virgin Media. He took home $64m in FY2-L. Champion Global Oligarchs, grubstakers, securities brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-core, con artists, artful deceivers, flimflam artists, TV.
At 23:05hrs, I gave up.