Inchie Today: Saturday 11th October 2025

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I struggle with my mental roaming,
I search, ask, but no one is answering,
Since starting to take the Amoxicillin,
I was good before, but it’s worsening,
I can lose what I’m saying when talking,
Phoning? To whom am I speaking?
My worries are now amalgamating,
Coming together, congealing…
And it’s not a very nice feeling,
Is this because I took the penicillin?
Concentrating, I need this elucubrating,
Little Inchies’ Fungal Lesion is bleeding,
I’m more edgy about my poor equilibrating,
The days that flash by as if speeding,
Now time flashes by, without my noticing,
My brain that moves so slowly, galumphing,
My knees’ agony when moving or genuflecting,
Aware that I’ll never again be jigajigging,
For months I’ve not yodelled or sung,
My mental & physical state is now larrupting,
Ailments that for a long time have been erupting,
But, enough of this self-prognosticating…
Magic Mushrooms, which gave me psilocin…
Tried them once, they were mind-blowing,
Now water-on-the-brain; a new thing,
This is not psychotomimetic or intoxicating,
For the Trephination operation, I am waiting,
Not looking forward to the trephinating,
But I’m not scared, or in fear, just accepting…
That life has been excruciating and bewildering,
Well, after I started to get old and ageing,
I’ve tried to avoid sinning & vernacularising,
I seeked not exculpationing or validationing,
Now, I start wailing, moaning & whimpering,
Accepting it’s distressing, disturbing, upsetting…
I have irreverent fancies, often witwantoning,
Failing is something I used to find depressing,
With my conscience, I was ever juggling…
Striving for just one chance of winning,
But ended up an expert in failing,
My hopes for a win started deteriorating,
My faith started declining, crumbling,
Then old age and I started decaying…
Physically, the ailments started mounting,
Mental problems, too, were beginning…
Dementia, PN, so many I stopped counting,
As one problem started regressing,
A new one was developing,
The first one started retrogressing,
My hopes were fading, falling & failing,
No longer anxious or troubled, just foreboding,
Accepting my fate, but fulminating,
I soon accepted my losses & forfeiting,
But seeing Starmer as PM is an abomination…
A disgrace, an obscenity, a transgression,
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Sorry, yet again, time beat me.
The usual concentration is gone.
Since starting the Amoxicillin, I’ve
been terrible in the morning each
day, and not getting much better.

I’ll put the photos on one, and I’m glad to say there are many more today. I hope I can recall taking them, which may help me gather more details.

If this goes on much longer, I may just do a cartoon HCs and do an Ode. I’m not feeling any better now.

Nocturnal urine, Ejaz gave it a 5.

When I made up the waste bags into one, 
boy, did I have a Dizzy Dennis visit.
My balance was insufficient; confusion reigned.

Ejaz called. Looked after the body checks. Issued the medications. Ointmentated my legs and the one foot he had access to. The right leg still had a compression bandage on. Then he Phorpain-gelled the left cartilage and Arthur Itis’s knee. Gave the fractured knee extra foam.

The Iceland delivery arrived, and the driver kindly threw the bag onto the kitchen floor for me.
Treats for Nurses, Carer, and me. Hehe!
Did you notice the Red Tea?
No idea why I bought it, a mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. 
Ah, Inchies treats these are.
Got the items needed into the fridge.
I filled up the Carer & Nurses’ desk with the nibbles.

Then, I refreshed the [posh biscuit barrels with some shortcake & shortbread biscuits!
Well stocked up with catheter fillers.

Ode hue to this one of the front car park.

Getting late now. Lovely hue to this one.

Ejaz is not in a good mood, which is not like him at all. His next visit was a different kettle of fish.

The Catheter box arrived, and I put it on the bed. To sort out when Ejaz has time, we need to coordinate. He didn’t have time today.

Ten minutes later, the Sharrows parcel arrived.

Another cracking snap from the kitchen.

Then Ejaz made his last call. He was not keen when I mentioned sorting out the medical supplies underneath the Carer’s table.

I sorted out the meal of the day. 
Vegetable stew, with garden peas, water chestnuts, beans and flavourings, Bovril and concentrated beetroot juice, which Nurse Hristina granted me. 🤎 I put a few chips in the oven to soak in the soup.

Tasty!
Got the trots in the morning, Tsk!

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TTFN, all the best!
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