Inchie: Sat 4th Oct 2025: Carer Ejaz helped me out again

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Out of the blue… came High-Mood-Horis!
Installing mood & temperament changes,
Apprehensions & appreciations, to cataloguise,
To the nurses, I’m an accommodationist,
But every call this week, they have missed…
This makes me a panicker, an alarmist!
Who’s not called? Well, there’s the neurologist,
Community Nurses are down twice on my list…
One to give my Catheter Contraption a refit,
One to provide Lymphorrea Leslie’s legs, a treat…
I say treat, cause after I always feel great!
Surgery nurse for my Cognitive Impairment test,
One to burst my rear-end dermoid cyst,
Finally, to give me my COVID and flu shots,
The Red Cross gave a wheelchair to collect,
Contact from a surgeon or proctologist,
Each and every arrangement was missed,
I think the word for me this week is, miffed!
High-Mood-Horis visited me… each call was short,
But appreciated, one was only for a minute…
Carer Ejaz confirmed I am a somniloquist,
Today, I was low, despite Horis’s short visits,
Agitated, pitiable self-pity, full of quiddits,
Physically, I was at my quaggiest, unsteadiest,
Concentration? Impossible, due to my proclivities…
My wandering of track was the awfullest…
I’ve ever been, futile, fruitless,
Fighting this mind-roaming was inefficacious,
This Ode proves I’m turning into a malapropist,
Would it help if I saw a hypnotherapist?
It’s not so long ago, when I was feisty & fliest,
Losing the plots, seizures, excuses, the feignest,
I’m in fear of being at my most self-harmfullest,
Depression Darius, an ailment? The worstest!
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A combination of weariness, tiredness, and confusion lingered with me all night. It was still present in the morning when I woke, barely able to walk due to the pain in my left knee and the aching, tingling sensations from which were leaking badly.
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Good Morning
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Sorry about there not being much on here. The moment I woke up this morning.
I could feel desperation, and somehow I believed I had summoned up the three dreadfully short visits during this day of misery, sorrow, frustration, self-disapproval and despair.
Strangely, now just before 21:00hrs, as I begin to write this, is back for a fourth visit. Now I see things differently, and that treasured ‘Sod them all’ sensation is back within me. But I am still so tired, so I shall just show the photos – the few that I’ve had any interest in taking, and those that Carer Ejas took in his effort to cheer me up. Bless him and his efforts. I await Ejaz’s last call. I feel so guilty for feeling how I did today.
I mean, nothing has changed from any of the previous few days, where I coped reasonably well and was positively cheery at times. I thought. I’ll ask Ejaz if I can take his photo to put on here in the morning. Ejaz came then. I’ve just asked, but he rightly declined.
No worries, I understood the lad. He asked if any medications were needed and examined the legs and ankles. Was leaking a smidgeon. Nothing applied, he’ll see how they are in the morning. He checked the taps and oven, and then he was off on his last call of the day.

These two were taken this morning by Carer Ejaz.
The top one after he had Certaben-creamed the cracked skin of .
Blown if I remember what he said, but it made me laugh as he took a snap as I was putting back on a nightshirt after he had Barrier creamed where needed on his body-check. Bless him!

Later, I went onto the balcony to take this shot of the Citrus Walk end car park. Nice parking.

The rain started later on.

The wind was howling near lunchtime.

The rain eased of later on.

Spent far too long on the Words-for-Odes updating and changing. As I say, I kept going from one thing to another repeatedly, ending up with three projects and none of them finished – then went back to the flipping Words-for-Odes updating. Humph.
Feeling low with being
persistently with me. So annoying, worse than any other day, as far as I knew, with nothing having changed, but down I was. Grumph!

Finally, I got around to making the Ode. That flowed with my depression, possibly helping.
Then, out of the blue, blessed me with an unexpected but very welcome appearance! At Last! And it did last for the rest of the night, after a disappointing, depressing, frustrating, mind-all-over-the-place day. Things were still sad, frustrating, mind-all-over-the-place, but with Horis’s amazing attachment of great ‘soddum-all’ attitude, they didn’t bother me much this time.

I got the potatoes in the oven, and pressed on with this Ode – almost notchalantly, casually.
Horis stayed with me for two & a half hours or more. He departed when I burned my finger taking the meal out of the oven, which caused me to drop the walking stick. I foolishly didn’t fetch the Picker-Upperer, but bent down to retrieve the stick and: Sod It!
Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Back Ache Brenda kicked off simultaneously.
Followed by my twisting the fractured knee as I turned with the stick, and dropped the dam thing again! This time, I did fetch the Picker-Upperer.
Yet with Horis lingering, amazingly, I only needed a couple of minutes to stay still, then took two Co-Codamol to counter the pain.
Unfortunately, the potatoes had cooled slightly in the meantime. A disappointment in terms of taste.
I washed the pots and got my head down. But with Accifauxpa and kerfuffle, I had to go and check the taps, cooker, and fridge doors, in case I had left anything running, leaking, or left turned on.

I settled into the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner, and fell asleep. During a strange dream, Colin Cramps shot me awake.
Eric’s Electric Leg Shocks joined in and stopped me nodding off for a while.

Thanks to I wasn’t bothered much about the pain or annoyed at not getting to sleep. I pray he’s still with me in the morning and visits again tomorrow. Please!

TTFNski Each