Inchy Today:Wednesday 9th July 2025

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Starmer refuses perestroika; a glasnostian,
When I’m PM, I’ll ban fanaticism,
Stop MPs from lying & spouting frustian,
No lies, but they can use gesticulation,
Give the poor free supplies of furazolidone,
Ban the bomb, and bring our troops home,
NHS free for all, no means-test, no question,
Stop making bombs, weapons & munitions,
There will be complaints, fears & a humdudgeon,
But it’ll be better than Starmer still ruling,
If Putin and China start attacking…
I’ll blow our nuclear stockpile, smiling,
Thus, armageddon provoking!
Earth’s globe will start cracking…
With or without the UN’s backing,
Little effort used, in this ‘last war’ annihilating,
First, I must rid the world of drug-taking,
Grass for free, to create minds of harlequin,
Back to reality, still using caution…
My life requires some beautification,
Why, I’ve no comprehension
What’s my message? My intention?
Why do I have this compulsion?
Maybe it’s a mixture of my medication?
Trotsky Terence, or Conrad’s Constipation?
Dementia? Glaucoma? Darius’s Depression?
Coming out of seizures, bring on indecorum…
Loss of balance, confusion… yet self-condemnation?
Sometimes I can, an imaginary machination…
My memory can cause self-misconception,
Mostly in Starmer, the Machiavellian!,
Flagrant, in his backhander-taking & decreeing,
He’s no facial tics, but we see his caterwauling,
Showing no outward signs, when he is lying
Other than when he’s verbally talking,
Pensioners, workers, he is imperilling,
More Gazians, innocents, will be dying,
I wish he’d go back to barristerising!

THE BUSY DAY OF THE WEEK
04:15hrs: I was woken by an ailment, which I thought might have given up on me. He’s not been twitchy for about a month. But no, he’s back again!
I’d forgotten how much he used to make me jump, and hurt! But, to be fair, he’s been a lot more painful in the past. Mind you, he’s out of practice. Hehe!

The nocturnal pouch was detached from the day bag; I was pleased by how light the colour was. Then I took last night’s rubbish to the big bag in the kitchen and washed the tea mug.

Knowing it was going to be a day of interruptions, Wednesdays are, with the Carer doing an extended visit to assist me with the banking, laundry and Email sorting. I decided that I’d better get the  done straight away. So, I did. Stripped off, slippers taken to the wet room door, and entered… immediately, the need arose for the . After two days of difficult-to-encourage events (apart from one visit when Trosky made a limited comeback), I was expecting the same again, but no! Sticky, gooey, pongy, and so time-consuming to clean up afterwards. No chance of a go on the crossword book.
Luckily, while cleaning, I knocked some bits off the floor cabinets and realised I had still not replaced the empty PP pouch. So, I did. I found a pack of the old, thick ones I used to wear when the blood flow was high. Back to the junk room number 3, to get another pack. They felt a bit brittle; they’d been in stock a while. So would be if I’d been left on a shelf with the sun hitting me for months. 
I was a bit concerned about my teggies; they hurt when I cleaned them. Another tooth was lost this week, and two more had lumps broken off.
The shaving went great! Not a single cut or nick!
A bit of a farce in my plans to have a shower, the water was almost cold… I shot out into the kitchen, and sure enough, I’d left the tap running yet again. A stand-up wash had to suffice.

I have started and completed the health checks. Results are looking good! Made the bin bags into one bigger one.
Took a snap of the view from the kitchenette window. Caught the shadows cast by the upcoming sun from behind the prison block. No! Flats, flat block!
Carer Ejaz arrived. Gave out the medications and checked my body over. He Cetrabended underarms, and the legs and ankles. Which looked to be getting a little worse again, according to the photo he took on the left.
Unbeknownst to me, Ejaz also took these three snaps.
Taken with the new camera phone. He showed me how to transfer them to the computer. Bless him.

This is what I plan to have as part of my meal tonight, or in the morning if I get confused and lose the plot again. I always do on Wednesday, and it will require more input from me today. As the person doing this more extended visit has not done it before. So, when I’m asked what needs to be done, how, and where things are, I’ll no doubt get confused and forget details to pass on, tasks to do, and how to do them. I honestly can’t deal with more than one thing at a time nowadays.

Frustrating? Yes! Embarrassing? Yes! Self-Anger Making? Yes! I imagine I won’t have time for any seizures today, Haha! Not complaining at all, just saying. And some praying, too.

I put some vegetables in the crock pot for later.
Mushrooms, garden peas, and onions, forgetting to put some potatoes in with them. When I discovered (counting those in the computer and emails) my 112th mistake of the day, by missing off the spuds, I cursed!
I pressed on with the blogging, but it was painfully slow going and even more mistake-ridden. Concentration Konrad appeared to be on strike.

Oberstgrüppenfuhreress and Primo Ballerina, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Warden Deana, came in the flat. Bringing a new Alarm Alert wristlet for me. Bless her.
She set it up with the NCC (Nottingham City Council control room). Put it on my wrist. The band on the old band was elasticated cotton and was easy to get on and off. This new one is thicker, wider and has to be threaded when taking it on or off. Makes sweat marks on the wrist. Dean said to let me see how it goes. If any problems, they can change it to a necklace one, if needed. 

Carer Mirza arrived. A grand lad. This is likely to be, well, will be chronologically out of sync. Mirza talked me through charging and using the text on the new phone. I took my first photo with it, of Mirza. The sun was blasting through the paper-thin, moth-eaten curtains. Not a good one, but still. I explained that the laundry needed to be done, as well as emails and banking (we didn’t get to that), and the kitchen floor, if time allowed. Mirza was advised about the pots I had prepared for washing, retrieved the bag, and I told him where the laundry room was located on the ground floor. He went into the kitchen and returned, asking where the washing machine was. I had to smile and tell him where the community laundry room was on the ground floor again. Off he went. I tried to get some of the blog done, which I did, but not very well. Too many faults. 
The lad returned and helped me with some emails. We checked the British Gas electricity meter, as the email said, I have a new account? No new meter in the cupboard. He’ll ring them next Wednesday… if it’s him that calls, of course. He then checked two other emails, but I wasn’t making notes and forgot which they were. But they are on the list for next week, for Mirza, I hope. So many Carers are getting all my banking details. He also checked a bill, I think, and it was all okay. My head was spinning.
He went down to put the laundry into the dryer and returned a while later. The dryer wasn’t working. I went down with him to the laundry room. He got caught off guard by one dryer that resembled a washer, but it was free, so he put the clothes into it. 
Back up to the cell… no, flat we went.
Mirza, kindly started copying things from the Alert Alarm Handbook, which was too small for me to read.
He copied anything he thought might need my attention or awareness. I appreciated that.
Down he went to get the laundry, came back and hung the clothes up for me. Thanked him, and he said he would be doing the teatime call. As I said, lovely lads, him and Ejaz.

I may add some of these mini-sausages, they are Pork and apple flavour. I ate a couple as I added them to the pan. Nice!

Getting late now, and the weariness and nigglyness are coming on. Humph!
I spent hours trying to catch up on the blog, but I was interrupted too many times, and I made so many mistakes, which delayed things.

It is now 23:20 hours! I must stop working on the blog (I’ve been neglecting it) to review and reply to the emails and comments. Gawd knows when I’ll get food, let alone sleep! A broken night’s sleep again, I was repeatedly waking up with a jump or a jerk.

Old age and insanity are a poor combination. I got on with the WP Reader viewing and commenting.
Then, messages… Tired? Me? Yep!

01:30hrs: I finally got a meal. I got the TV on and fell asleep eating my meal. Repeatedly waking up to the accompaniment of seeing what I’d missed, and off again into the land of nod.
Waking for the 20th time at 04:50hrs. Finding the stone-cold sausage hostage casserole; Oh, sorry Starmer, that’s your phrase, I meant sausage casserole.
Thought about getting up… Zzz! Nodded off again. 05:00hrs, woke me again… I was determined to get up this time. Zzz! 
05:25hrs, a slow, more natural awakening. I started planning to get the nocturnal catheter bag removed and take a photo of the sunshine that was blazing through the tatty, thin, torn curtains. Zzz!
06:00hrs, and an awakening due to
Having a tour of my Torso and neck.
So, I got up!

An honest assessment of today’s mood:
Not one of my better days.

🤎 KEEP SAFE & WELL, EACH 🤎