Inchie Today: Friday 8th August 2025

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You’ll be guaranteed, falls, accidents, the odd blip,
Memory loss, Glaucoma & many Whoopsiedangleplop,
You’ll be hard of hearing, & lose your handgrip,
Not many visitors, not a single friendship,
With mental, physical pains and hardship,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib…
Your memory will crash, so no need for a brainwipe,
Glaucoma. cataracts, cartilages flop,
Tasks, needs, wants; you’ve no controllership,
Your meals you will often burn to a crisp,
Logic, concentration, plans? No, you can’t prescript,
Self-control, understanding? Frustrations precip.,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib!
You’ll not know whether what you’re saying is true or a fib,
We won’t sleep well, we’re too big for a crib
We take our Morphine, Warfarin & rofecoxib,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib!
You must stop eating meat, especially spare rib,
The Carers may have to get to you during a pogonip,
If you can’t get out of your house or apartment…
Join WordPress, I say thus in assuagement,
Though your ailments are persistently accrescent,
And the doctors leave you in confoundment,
I’m speaking as an autodidactment,
Your nature will change, getting all ambivalent,
WordPress can diminish irritation, an abirritant,
Photos, tales, poems, not a detriment,
Our brains, computers; both heaven-sent…
It has been known to cause mental enfeeblement,
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A Grand Morning. No, Ejaz, though.
Carer Nimra, Carer Mizra, then Carer Mizra…
After this, things went all apesh…. Well, all wrong.
It’s bad enough with the SD card not working.

Aaarghhh!
The computer came up with an option about turning off something (keyboard repeat?) or other, or not to.
GREAT TIME TO GO INTO A SEIZURE!
I came out, or back, and was in a haze of muddlement. And the keyboard was not typing!
I was on CoralDraw at the time I drifted off.
I went to WordPress, but it wouldn’t let me type. It seemed ages before I could get things together and investigate.

I thought at first it might be the keyboard batteries, but it wasn’t. I could see the mouse icon, but not type anything in any program. I tried new AAA batteries anyway. No change.
I’m not sure what I hit on the option list or what it was for. I was still twitching for a while, so I assumed Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun had caused me to hit something unwanted. I was angry at myself, and Depression Darius dug into my psyche. I wanted to cry… I think I might have shed a few tears in pitiable self-pity. I reset the computer, and a blue screen appeared with confusing details of the problems; it might as well have been a scientist’s blackboard.

 Desperate, I rang my Neighbour’s doorbell, Malcolm. And apologised for bothering him, explained what had happened and asked if he had any advice.
It didn’t help any, being told that I looked like death. Do I need an ambulance call? Hehehe! I can laugh now. He said; Turn everything off for a couple of minutes, and reboot. That’s what he would have done. Thanked him and went back to the flat.
I was a bit of a mental wreck at this stage. A bag of nerves, depressed, and the innards started aching something awful for some reason, I also felt tired, worn out, not with it, as I do when coming out of a seizure, but I’d not had one. (I think!)

I nervously carried out Malcolm’s suggestion.
Rebooted, and got a different, but just as baffling, blue-screen message.
I sank into a mental depth never visited before. I sat there looking and not understanding what, if anything, to do next, for a good few minutes.
Then, another bluescreen replaced the previous one. After pressing Enter and then F1 as instructed, I got into the computer!
It was afternoon anyway by then, and the usual fatigue came over me. But I could barely keep awake this time. I rechecked that the computer was working and created some content in CorelDraw, Excel, and WordPress to confirm it was working, okay.

I carefully turned it off; I was beyond concentrating anyway by now. I just settled down and fell asleep in the £300 second-hand shop-purchased recliner from 1966, which was causing welts, uncomfortable, non-functional, itch-inspiring, and crumb-containing.
Despite feeling tired, my mind continued to worry about the computer problem. I’ll be well behind, so I’ll have to miss out on a lot of stuff. Try to catch up in the morning. (Now)

I did eventually fall asleep with the aid of the TV adverts. I think I must have been deep-sleeping. Cause when the intercom rang, and I got up to admit the Carer, I was all over the place. I assume I’d had a seizure again while sleeping. The symptoms were the same as when I came out of one. But more severe. I could barely keep my balance and did not get to the intercom in time. Staggered back to the recliner, sat down and instantly fell asleep again. The Carer was shouting in my ear, and I must have been mumbling, not talking, which annoyed her. I reckon I was trying to tell her about my coming out of a seizure, that is why I’m unresponsive at the moment – or did I just think that? I really was in an out-of-it condition.

I assume I had the medications, and I might have asked for some Peptac, although that may have been discussed during the later call made by Carer Mizra.
I sensed the Carer was asking if I wanted an ambulance, but I think she couldn’t understand my mumbling, “Thanks, but no,” which I believe I offered.
Seems that I couldn’t have been looking too good, judging by the Carer and Malcolm’s reactions.

Despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, they are still with me this morning, but less severe. Ah, yes, I remember now, when Carer Mizra arrived to wake me up again, I asked for some Peptac and had a good guzzle, and kept the bottle at the side of the recliner. There was no way I could move to the bed, for I was so confused, drained and tired.

There is every chance that I may have got things mixed up, or wrong. This is the worst coming-out episode ever. I think the computer problems scared and upset me. Take all this with a pinch of salt.

Now I pray the computer lets me in to update this blog. (It did!) And Duodenal Donald & Anne Gyna don’t get upset with all the hassle.

TTFN