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Late morning, an act of war on my body & mind was enacted,
Anne Gyna, Shaking Shaun, Toothache Tiffany declared!
Earlier things went well, I had not despaired,
The whole tale will be revealed and detailed…
Fair to say, it was later partly attenuated,
When they came, I don’t recall being seizured…
But depleted, tired, physically defeated…
Had to sit down, I felt so drained,
Fell asleep, my slumber, Ejaz awoken,
I remember not of what we had spoken,
Off to sleep, 2 more hours, again I was woken,
Time to get this untouched blog written!
Unfortunately, I was still feeling tattered,
Back to kip, this got me so aggravated…
All I’d done was abluted and medicated,
Hope I didn’t miss a call that I expected,
The neurologist, Covid-flu jabs to be inoculated?
Toothache Tiffany, Anne Gyna defeated…
My high pain-level ability was resisted,
Then ‘High-Mode-Horis’ visited!
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Worra flipping day!
I woke late and felt tired but not particularly down mentally. I decided to get the ablutionings done, which turned out to go like this: Very well. The Precelain Throne first. Constipation Conrad is back in charge again. ‘Fully’ in charge. It took a long time for the evacuation to start.
I got a bowl of water and dettol and stood in it to soak the feet while I did my teggies, cleared my nose, sprayed the eyes, and olive-oiled the ear-holes.
Then dried the feet, washed the bowl, and got on with the shaving. As far as I could tell, there was only one tiny nick under the bottom lip. Did a slow, thorough washing of the body where I could reach, dried off and cut my fingernails. 
Applied the Barrier cream, Foam Spray, and Antiseptics, then got the aftershave and deodorant splashed all over my muscular, young, and trim body.
As I collected my slippers to take for Ejaz to put on for me and left the wet room, Ejaz arrived. The fractured knee I woke up with was hurting a fair bit, but it soon eased. Ejaz checked the body for me. It was just Cetreben creaming needed for the left and right ankles from . There was a bit of fluid leaking, but nothing to fret about. After Ejaz had monitored the highly acceptable BP returns on the Health Checks, I handwashed the brick-red nightgown. After rinsing and disinfecting, I hung it to dry in the wet room.  
At this point, I was doing well, considering, then as I got on the computer… Then the sudden attacks from the three ailments hit me all at once. I’ve never had this before, and it shook me a smidge, so I abandoned the computer, turned it off, and just had to sit down for fear of Dizzy Dennis having me over in the tall chair. I moved 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. My head was spinning even just sitting there, – showing off her stabbing pain-giving skills (on and off all day), and the worst of the three at that time, that was .
I used far too much of the £599.00 per 100ml toothache pain relief spray. I even took an extra Codeine 30g, and later, with no pain relief attained, I took a Co-Codamol tablet I bought from Chemist’s 4U on the web.
Then I drifted off into an absolutely,  totally, wonderfully satisfying sleep, and had a so pleasant dream. I really believed I was back with Grizelda and engrossed in carnal activities like we used to. It was a short dream, but memories are precious.

Regrettably and lamentably, Carer Ejaz woke me up, just when the dream was at the stage of Grizelda and I… No, I’d best not say. But I could have spat! Hehe!
I don’t think I fully came back to reality, and when I did, Ejaz was asking questions ten to the dozen, was swirling in my head,  giving me terrible grief painwise. I fear I couldn’t understand what Ejaz was talking about, but I don’t think I left the recliner during his visit, and he seemed content to go. It’s harder for him on a Sunday, cause of the scarcity of buses.
No sooner had Ejaz gone than I was in agony with leaking and sending electric shocks up the right leg as far as my groin. 
On the plus side, at long last, had eased off, and she started to attack with more extended periods between them… not that I appreciated this at the time, because  was now hurting through so many teeth, I dared not make a brew of anything hot, or drink the chilled spring waters. Then, just keep me interested, I started getting flow-back pains in my bladder, I imagine, through not drinking enough liquid. I gave up on sleep. 
 I had a small mug of tea and let it get colder, then I got back on the computer. I was struggling all the same, as usual lately.

My concentration was not good, and I was making errors in CorelDraw graphics. Additionally, I was constantly being corrected and reminded of my mistakes by Grammarly, which almost annoyed me.

I gave up on blogging and went onto the balcony to take a couple of shots of the beautiful skys to the right, then left of the views on offer. The wind was still mighty out there. I didn’t scar my legs on the Wheelchair footrests again, though. Hehe! Although I did manage to trap the same finger as yesterday in the sliding glass door. Tsk!

Mainly , & giving me grief now. Dizzy Dennis disappeared almost. Anne Gyna just paid me a short visit, and she’s getting easier each time.

I finally got the Ode completed. Hurrah! It’s not one of my best. I’ve just reread it. Taking so long on it, and the lack of concentration didn’t help, and as fr making so many mistakes, I’m not surprised.
Sorry about this, I did my bestest.

I missed this one off. I’m not sure when I took it, but it is, without a doubt, a photo of my once-beloved tree copse on the lower field, opposite the prison cells, or rather, opposite the block flats where I currently reside. Haha!

Just after Ejaz had left for his teatime call, I took this snapshot of the view from the kitchen window.
An eerie one?

Back on the blog until just before Ejaz’s last visit.
He saw how I looked and sounded a lot better than earlier. I asked him to call the District Nurse and Dentist in the morning for me.

I got the food prepped and eaten.
I’d love to know how photographs taken and seen on the view screen of my Kodak Tim 2 camera can simply disappear by morning when it comes to adding them to the blog. I think three went AWOL today. One of the injured legs, taken by my Carer Ejaz, the picture of my meal, and a shot of the end of the car park. I seem to have acquired this skill over the last few days. How? Why? Who do I blame? Or maybe ? Perhaps ? ? Or can I convolutedly lay the blame on  ? Old age? Possibly ? Ah, could the culprit indeed be  ; water on the brain?
I imagine I’m just going bonkers.
Hehe…! Hahaha! Yes, that’ll be it!

I Expect Things To get Better…

Oh, that’s wot Starmer said! Hehe!