
I’m not sure of the theme of this Ode,
My brain took off on the highroad,
I’d got harrowed and I heehawed,
I’ve more facts I’d like to Herald…
My memory, that once glowed, is now gnawed,
But my brain is Doreen Dementia-Dominated,
I feared her when she first bestrode…
Into my skull, with Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, behold!
I don’t pass wind, I sort of noisily displode,
I live with Doreen… Ah, yes, she’s this Odes epode!
This, and my ailments, I spent years enwallowed,
Her qualities I studied and furbellowed,
But my struggles multiplied by a myriad,
So I wrote this little palinode,
I hope you are not too pshawed?
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I just had to show you the Mood results…
Of course, there’s time for things
to go apeshit yet, I suppose.
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Going for a record here, to get this caught up with in record time. Probably the longest! Haha!
That should be the kitchen view.
Blood oxygen was low.
I was up late this morning again, without realising how late it was, I poddled to get the
This is the fifth ‘No-Go’ sitting in three days! And two more failed efforts later on!
Carer Ejaz arrived. He took a snapshot of my legs and issued the medications. He performed a body check and judged the urine colour for me. We swapped farewells as he departed.
Back in the wetroon. All five teeth left were cleaned. Cut my gums. I shaved (one cut), medicated my ailments, & off to make a brew.
Silesian sausages were in date.
Computer on. Catching up on yesterday’s blog took me three hours, plus I got carried away writing a second Ode. Hehehe!
More hours sorting, loading, saving and eventually filing photos in CorelDraw.
Carer Mizra was in a rush, bless him.
I’m blogging more, but I’m not getting on very well.
Went to make up another water bottle, and put it in the fridge so it’d be cooled later.
I’m peeing well through the catheter!
Wish I could pass from the rear end!
SUNDOWN SERIES
Time to do the WP Reading and comments.
Late now, tired out, and it feels like Anne Gyna is going to accompany me with the meal and sleep. She doesn’t half pick her times!
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Sweet Dreams!
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We received a delivery just yesterday from a food factory. It had clearly been sitting in a warehouse or in a truck for days. Everything frozen had long since thawed. Worra mess. Petal Lisa sent them a scathing letter about just how long the frozen commodities had long since perished in 90 degree Fahrenheit heat.
Otherwise, things at Manor Crowell are proceeding on a somewhat even keel.
OH! That’s so anger-making isn’t it. Billum. Grrr!
I’ve got some coming in the morning as well.
And a nurse. And a Falls Team member. And a wheelchair. And the physiologist. And have got to phone the dentist. And the neurosurgeon is phoning me.
Cheers to all! ❤🌈👍🏻🌼
Ah, so glad to hear there’s been some improvement. The ode a litany of aging – damnation.
Thank you kindly, Sir.
Most welcome Gerald
Nice self-reflection ode, Sir Gerry, and great pictures, especially the sunset. Have a blessed Sunday. 😍🙏
Cheers, Tim. Only just got around to this, sorry I’m late.
All the best, good health, and wishes for a win to improve your wealth. 🙏🏻👍🏻💵💗
I’m certainly not poor, Sir Gerry, but my biggest concern about wealth is what I can leave behind for my loved ones when I pass away.
Nicely said, Sir Tim. 💗🙏🏻