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My brain and I are not closely connected,
We used to be so well integrated…
But, Doreen Dementia & my brain affiliated,
Peripheral Neuropathy, as it was expected,
His neurotransmitters got disconnected…
The link twixt brain & limb was disassembled,
Messages sent, get all broken up, entangled,
Messages received are not easily deciphered,
At times, words can’t be spoken, expressed,
Limbs won’t go where told to or directed,
With confusion I regularly get encintured,
I find little problem when being seizured,
It’s the after-effects that get me fanted,
Wooziness and unsteadiness are guaranteed,
Rare problems peeing, now I’m cathetered,
The release valve has often leaked,
You pee on the floor, your slippers & feet,
It’s a problem if your hearing aids break…
An appointment? I waited five weeks, mate,
Nurses, Carers, they can’t accommodate,
Glaucoma, deaf, bonkers, what a state,
Loneliness, guilt, bring on my self-hate,
Daily actions are so easy not to complicate,
Yesterday I broke a mug and a plate,
Taps left on, fridge door open, continuate,
More often than not, my mind is perplexed,
I involuntarily pass gas, break wind, flatulate,
Get to the bog on time? Too often I’m too late,
Eventually, one realises they are too inadequate,
Little joy, happiness, you can’t cohabitate,
Slowly turning into a nursing home candidate!
I realised coping is not going to be too intricate,
At first, I thought we just had to invocate…
That doesn’t work, let me relate…
Each Nurse, Warden & Carer knows of my sad state,
How do I get my flu jab to my Neurosurgeon date?
But how to cope? No need to machinate…
These problems: how to alleviate?If you can get FND, PN, & many a seizure,
High-Mode-Horis will follow, I’m certainly sure,
HMH is a “Sod-em-all mood”, & such a pleasure!
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After taking an age to fall asleep, despite feeling so weary and tired, I kept jerking awake. Courtesy of , I’ve missed him lately, but he’s back again now. Other much unmissed ailments have been Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis. The perennial Anne Gyna, the Sandra’s Mini-Seizures and Galucoma Gladys seem well-settled into their LNI (‘Let’s Nobble-Inchie mode). Earache Erasmus eased of this morning, but is back again now. Toothache-Tiffany only bothers me if I drink anything hot or cold, eat anything, cough, sneeze, clean my teeth (what few I’ve got left), or laugh out loud. (Of course, there’s not a whole lot of that about lately.)

05:30hrs: The nocturnal Urine was a 5 on the NHS scale. I was a little bit out of it when I got up, a smidge off-balance and confused. All signs of a nighttime seizure, but I’m guesstimating, of course. 
Yet, I remembered to make a mug of Dettol tea as I went to visit the Porcelain Throne. No, that’s not right; a mug of Detox tea. (Sausage & hostage?)

I settled into the disabled raised plastic seat and retrieved the crossword book. Given that all the signs suggested it would take time and effort to get the movement started. And it did!
However, I ignored the crossword book as an inspiration for a tale of woe blog came to me. I used the inside cover of the crossword book to make some memory notes. The ideas were coming at me at a rate of knots, thick and fast. For several minutes, I also ignored the non-moving rear-end evacuations blockage. Until the pain started. That caught my attention. It took another few minutes of urging, pushing, and tears coming down my cheek before the flow began… well, not a flow, it was like slow motion as the torpedo finally edged its way out.
Kerplonk! Thud, splash! I just stayed there, adding bits to the notes I’d written. Of course, most of them were unreadable. Hehehe!

Now, I was eager to create a storyline and a graphic of some sort as a header for the extra blog piece.
Onto the computer, no wash, no shave, no medicationings. As I was about to start the story, I remembered that Matron would call on me from Monday to Thursday, and the Social lady would visit sometime this week. So, I updated some things that I needed help with for both ladies, just in case they came today. (They didn’t).

I drank the Detox, made a proper mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and started on the story. Made a graphic to use as a header for the blog page (Left). I thought it best not to inform anyone of what I was doing when I conceived the idea for the tale. Haha! 

Then, in mid-creation, Carer Ejaz arrived. He issued the medications and spotted two possible mini oedemas on my right leg, which were no worse. Carer Nimra reported this to the District Nurses yesterday. A nurse is due to check them today, apparently. We spoke, well, I did, about the Audio Clinic appointment to get my hearing aids repaired, which was requested over five weeks ago, and nothing has been done yet. He will consult with his manager and get back to me regarding this matter. He then put the diabetic socks on for me and did a quick body check.

I returned to the story blog and, upon realising I hadn’t updated yesterday’s blog, rushed a bit, but then stopped myself upon noticing that, as I reread it, there were many more applicable words I could have used. So changed some of them to keep the humour side alive in the story. I’m hoping I got them right. Then I got on with updating the Inchie blog. Posted it off, and back to the story tale blog. By gum, I was determined today.
When I restarted the story, the most welcome visitor of the day developed in my brain.
His ability to create instant notions of a “Sod-Em-All” nature is so precious. Naturally, I knew it was not going to last long, and I seemed to appreciate the freedom from worry all the more! If only I could summon him whenever I needed him.
I imagine him being a bit like A young Spike Milligan, on form.

Back to the Time Traveller Tale. With still with me, things seemed to flow a lot more freely, and I changed a couple of sentences.

I took the photos for today’s blog using CorelDraw, and I had a slight fear of another infamous CorelDraw calamity. To be on the safe side, I ran CCleaner first.

After midday, Carer Nimra visited. I mentioned the Audio situation, and she called her manager. Later, I was asked if the Wednesday call could be rescheduled for a Thursday, so someone could ring the Audio Clinic. I agreed. I didn’t realise that the laundry room has always been very much busier on a Thursday. That is why we made the longer call for Wednesday. Too late now. No, it’s not! Although it leaves us with the same laundry problem. When Ejaz made the last call, he phoned his office and changed the longer call from a Thursday to a Tuesday, and it’s no longer on a Wednesday. I’ve lost the plot now!

Back to the plot.
I went out to look at the walker and wheelchair on the balcony. Still a smidge confused.
The thick clouds, now that the rain had stopped, looked so fresh and almost pretty to me. Then so do many traits in nature.

A shot of the local dwellings from the balcony, this proved painful for me. I had to lean out of the window to get the angle needed, and the catheter tube caught against the wheelchair and tugged at Little Inchie and his fungal lesion. The next shot was delayed while I stopped and cleaned up the blood from my testicles and legs! Tsk!
I’d like to take the opportunity to tell you how excellent these chip shop chips taste. If I ever get the time, I should be having some tonight. Well, it’ll be morning by then. Lovely!
Iceland sell them. £3 a bag.
But it’s worth it, I can assure any chip-loving reader!

Rain...
Rain…
Oh, it stopped!
Mudslide from the rain. Red car again.

Ah, a decent night shot with plenty of brown in there.
Just caught a bit of the sun on its way down.

Ejaz, on his last call, took this one. Kodak Tim 2.

Food!

CHEERIOski!