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Ode to Inchies life-coping…
A dream that is just not happening!
Although he can’t cope, he’s enduring,
But not at the stage of managing,
Struggling, suffering and wrestling…
To be honest, he’s only just surviving,
Inchie overslept again this morning,
Carer Ejaz woke him, with the doorbell ringing,
Got too quickly out of bed, his catheter bag dangling,
Confused, to the door, self-cavilling…
Things happening, memories dissolving…
With his own brain, he was tangling and tussling,
Ejaz: Get back to bed and stop worrying…
Inchies’ wounded hand & leg ointmenting,
He recalls the medication issuing,
Short seizures came, and are still coming…
Following each one, Inchy was worrying,
His actions and mind were disagreeing,
This was not in the least bit assuring,
Then, he left the hot faucet/tap running,
Water was stone cold, so no ablutioning,
Until the water heats up this evening,
It brought to mind more than one other thing,
Several, each liable to be angst-giving,
If things don’t happen, or need adjusting,
A District Nurse should be visiting…
To check the Lymphorroea leg that’s leaking,
Ejaz rang the Dentist about internet form filling,
Got a password to use, some questions were baffling,
He rang again, for clarificationing…
“Come early, before the dentist’s extractions and filling”,
Thanks to Carer Ejaz today, he was very caring!,
A food order came that Amazon were delivering,
Inchy cheered up later, High Mode Horis popped in,
And very welcome he was, Spiffing!
Anne Gyna, much later, came visiting…
A short call, but not nasty or overbearing,
So, compared to earlier, he may not yet be coping…
But he’s certainly feeling better & hoping,
For a miracle, things to go right, he’s praying,
Intent on not doing any more oversleeping,
It’s not alcohol, so he’ll soon be drinking…
Hoping a nurse will call to do the medicating,
Things certainly look better, less depressing,
Temporarily gone are his days of moaning,
Also, I hope his habit of tumbling and falling,
Believe it or not, he’s currently singing,
Despite no hot water yet for his ablutioning,
He’ll stay dirty and smelly, in revulsion!
Can’t feel guilty, he’s not got the compunction,
But, for life-coping, has he got the gumption?
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Morning starts with the memory notes.
Plenty of blanks.

A gentle mist lingers.
Possible thunder, they say.

Food Delivery
No cheesey-topped bread rolls.
So I got a Hovis farmhouse batch.
Yellow mini tomatoes and
Juicy Gammom Ham.
Fridge filled again.
Aha, my favourites, pod peas.
I shelled half of them and got the beer-battered
Chips are all ready to go in the oven.

THE FEAST!

Still misty.

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BEST OF LUCK!
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