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I realise that I have become impercipient,
Thick-as-a-plank, a dangerous self-hindrance,
Ignored by others, close by or adjacent,
My plans were loose, but not appercipient,
Details, dates, and motives were not apparent,
I exist in my own created neurotic ambience,
From reality, I often search for & need, abscondence,
Help needed with basics, finance & correspondence,
I suffer seizures & Anne Gyna, in accrescence…
A world of worry, fear, with yblents,
My mind powers itself, all volitient,
As with so many a suffering dement,
Depression often has me feeling verklempt,
The brain out of reach, often volitant,
Now, the cost of food, electricity and rent…
I once nearly bought a Trabant,
But opted for a Robin Reliant,
I’m alive due to medications & unguent,
The odd tumble can be called violent,
I’m tired out by noon, my energy spent
I love Kung Po sauce, any tracklement,
Failures and incapabilities make me trepidant,
When I meet the Heavenly symposiarch…
I hope to meet Starmer, the UK’s autarch…
He’ll learn my bite is worse than my bark!
A DETAIL SHORT JOB TODAY. There are things I want to say, but it will cause me more delay. What I can say, I will say another day. Maybe Sunday.
The mystery ferments & teasers!
Actually, there is no mystery. Sorry! Hehehe!
It’s just that I have to try to catch up on blogging; I’m getting further and further behind. Up at 06:00hrs. With a sensation of foreboding. An unwarranted, annoying sense… almost an anticipation of something coming, something in the air. Closing in nearer and nearer.
It’s not here yet, but it will come. On the other hand, I may just be losing it again.
Better get started, it’s gone 19:30 already.
Night pouch off and emptied.
Took this kitchen shot on my way to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Curious if it will be /constipation Conrad or Trosky Terrence in charge.
Carer Ejaz made a quick visit, medications sorted. He was in a rush, bless him. His bus was late.
I hope this is readable: Mind Mangling Malcolm had been active all day today.
Following Thursday’s Morrison delivery, which arrived this Thursday, today. Yes, my arithmaphobia is winning the numbers battle!
Got even more peas in now! And two orange cream balls, which I put in the fridge.
Naughty beer-battered chips!
Hurrah! Silesian Sausages and Polish Country Sausages. Some smoked pork loin, too.
I went into a world of my own for a couple of hours. I can’t remember any seizure coming on, but a vagueness, when I returned, was nothing compared to how I usually feel, confused, and a loss of balance. So much milder all around.
Carer Mirza came and had a look at the new mobile to see if he could find a way to make it louder or change the call tones. Nope. He’ll try again later in the week for me.
Then, as he left, I went into a proper hasty seizure. I felt it coming on. I think it lasted for just a couple of minutes. However, getting over it left me incapable of doing anything on the computer for another two hours. I must mention this one to the Doctor. I was hazy and strongly confused. I thought I’d fetch another bottle of spring water, and the catheter needed emptying. It felt like I was standing still as I got up, and the blurry surroundings went all psychedelic, turning and twisting, seeming to affect my vision as well. As if I’d suddenly acquired uncontrollable zooming in and out facilities. A fog, just like Glaucoma Gladys, goes when I catch sunlight in my eyes. But the curtains were closed… this was not good.
I put the TV on, on the third try, to take my mind off how I was feeling. Within minutes, the fog, haze, loss of balance, & dizziness started to clear. I don’t want to go through that again. I’d already lost a total of two hours through this new style seizure. Or rather, the coming out of it. Lately, they never seem the same after seizures.
Care Mizra, noticed my right leg has swollen, and the left one has shrunk. He ointmented the right leg. But overall, the Lymphorrhoea in my legs & feet had got a lot better than yesterday’s flare-up.
Early evening view.
I turned away from the window and cast a shadow on the kitchen floor. I liked the ghostly appearance it produced and took a snap of it.
A self-taken 3D photo? Haha!
I investigated what to have for my meal after Ejaz made the last call. He’ll change the catheter day bag in the morning.
I caught the beautiful late sunset
Then did a zoomed-in snap.
Seconds after taking this, it had disappeared.
So glad I caught it.
Mother Nature at her finest!
Then I got the meal prepped.
Not bad at all.
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05:30hrs: Took the nightpouch off, went into the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. Then, the rumbling innards began.
rcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence played no part in the evacuation this morning. Come to think of it, Constipation Conrad didn’t either. 
Started on the blog catch-up, and an hour or so later, the JS delivery arrived. The driver to the bags through to the kitchen for me.
Canned Irish Stew is currently cheaper than at Iceland, Asda, and Aldi. So, I bought a few cans and plan on adding some extra potatoes and Gungo Peas sauce. I use the Milk Roll loaf to soak up the juices. I’m getting carried away again! Flavoured Spring Water, fresh garden peas 
(They’ll go in the Irish stew as well). Cakes, crisps, biscuits, bicarbonate of soda. Got the pod peas into the cooler.
No butter-butter, Iced Coffees for visitors & nurses, sliced red onions, 
washing items; washing up liquid, bleach, laundry softener/freshener. The canned food cupboard was soon filled up! 
The bikkies and cake cupboard were utilised. 10p less than the Iceland ones at 90p each for 6! I admit they are not nice!
The Maryland vegan cookies were available for purchase. I didn’t need them, but they were 35p cheaper than Iceland, 25p cheaper than Asda, and 40p cheaper than Ocado.
six hours ago, but had accidentally put them on the highest setting.
My first real cock-up of the day. Joe took them out and told me to dry them off before they crumble. Well, two-thirds did just that as I tried to dry them. I salvaged seven little spuds and ate them straight away. Put some fresh ones on for tonight’s planned meal. 
I shelled some garden peas and added the remaining potatoes to accompany the Irish Stew and Gung-Po sauce meal later on.
Then, as I was waiting for CorelDRAW to save the file…
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all but had me over. Five minutes later, I felt much better… 
, I was lucky to be where I was when I went over, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. Also, I was with it enough to throw myself at it on my way down.
Not much of the Irish Stew to be seen, I podded a whole packet of garden peas, after shelling them, of course. Hehe! Tasted nice, though!
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