Inchy Today: Thursday 10th July 2025

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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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Morning all!
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