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Three sleepless nights in a row. I wonder why?
I’m so tired and weary, I thought I might cry,
Last night, I got into bed really early…
Could not nod off, began to feel surly,
I got up and put the TV on. I wondered why…
I tried the same thing two nights ago,
This failed. No signs of any nodding off or shut-eye, 
I wanted to sing myself a lullaby!
My thoughts began to profundify…
Three sleepless nights in a row. I still wonder why?
Who can I blame? Who should take the responsibility?
To take culpability, is at fault, the liability?
Give who or what the responsibility, accountability,
An Oligarch? A Politician? an anythingarian?
One or more of my ailments? Social abusion?
My thoughts are tempered with antiquation…
Is it Hell’s revenge for my last transgression?
Of course, I’m spouting nonsense, a bletheration!
For lack of sleep’s a floccinaucinihilipilification?
People dying in wars in many a nation…
Innocents killed, wounded, denied medication!
And me, with lack of sleep, in need of furazolidone…
It’s nothing compared to many a war zone,
Why is this Insomnia becoming a fixation?
Or rather, the reason for it; is it an intellection?
Time I think for an Inchie introspection!
Mahap, a side effect of the penicillin medication?
I’ve no collywobbles, cough or indigestion,
I have been overdoing food & drink ingestion…
My bad luck continues, making me feel woebegone,
Problems? Computer, CorelDraw, frustration…
Cartilage problems, Deep Dank Dark Depression,
Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger; Living a delusion?
Toothache Tiffany, Glaucoma Gladys = bad vision,
Catheter Cathy refitted, excellent job done, verbatim…
Starmer as PM? I think it’s a violation!

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Another sleepless night, I’m getting fed up of this. As for getting myself out of the bed, or the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner in a morning… Well, it’s getting harder each day. I am mentally and even physically most reluctant to rise from the depths of no sleep. Hehe!
I must mention this new problem that’s been with me for five days, to the Community nurse if one comes today. Ask if she can let the Doctor know about it. As for phoning the Doctor, it is virtually ‘Mission Impossible’ to get through. Carer Ejaz has called the surgery and the Audio Centre several times, but without any luck for me this week. The NHS is crumbling as fast as I am.

It was gone 07:00hrs when I finally gave way and moved from the bed this morning. Took off the catheter night pouch. Like yesterday, I was unsteady on my plates-of-meat, balance not good, but for me at least, I’d got things together (I thought) more than usually for that time of the day.
I found myself at the kitchen window, taking shots. How I got there, why I was taking photos that were even worse than usual. I’ll pass on that question. A faux-feeling that things were coming together overcame me, and I decided I may have time before Carer Ejaz arrives, to have a quick bash at the ablutions. So, I did! Off to the wetroom, I poddled.
Trotsky Terence activated as I got in the wetroom, but he didn’t catch me out this time, and I got my bottom on the plastic seat in time .

I still thought I would get it done in time, and cracked on with the painful teeth cleaning. Arrgh! Then a nasal clearout, then on with the shaving. It’s not a good idea to rush this job, but I only cut myself twice!
A quick body wash, and on with the medicationings. Both ears were olive-oiled. Then, the cream and spray on the eyes. Then the application of the antifungal gel to the Little Inchies’ Fungal lesion. Arrgh! 
Creamed the top of the right leg’s scars; they are getting much better now. Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees. I’ll put the NHS gel on knee fractures later when the others have dried. I couldn’t do Carol and Chloe’s cartilage yet because the Phorpain needs to dry properly. I’ll ask Carer Ejaz to do them later. Nor could I bend down to foam the growing leather-like patches of legs. Then I applied the barrier cream underneath my arms, my groin and flabby belly. The application of the Germoloid to my rear end was lovely and cooling! Oh, Yes! I then realised that I’d taken far too long, and was past Ejaz’s usual morning visit time by 20 minutes. I thought maybe he had come in without ringing the doorbell and gone into the front room to sort the medications for me. But no! No signs of the lad, but he sometimes sneaks in and hides, knowing I can’t hear him if he doesn’t ring the bell, and makes me jump. Often, I turn the swivel chair when I think he has come in, but he goes behind it as I swivel, so I see nothing, and then he grabs me. Hahaha! I checked the kitchen and junk room, but there were no signs of the lad. I worried a little at first. He did arrive a little later; I assume he has bus troubles, but he didn’t mention it.
Realising he was going to need t rush to catch up, I didn’t ask him to do a body check.
Especially as I’d done what I could reach safely during the ablutionalisationings. Ejaz got the medications done, checked the HC figures & and recorded them. He asked if I wanted extra pain killers, Peptac (I took some of that), and validated that I was okay, and departed. He did foam the leatherette left leg, saying it was getting worse; if it stays the same on his next visit, he’ll phone the district nurses. I’ll ask him to do the kness later; the other emolluments hadn’t dried quickly enough anyway. And off he trotted.

Blogging away, I thought I heard some machinery noises coming from outside, so I went on the balcony, taking Kodak Tim2 with me to check. Noticing a sign on the bottom field near the entrance to the tree copse. I took a zoomed-in shot so I could read it; I wonder what they are doing.
I took another snap or two while making a brew of Co-op 99 tea from the kitchen window.
The first one is straight ahead. The second one was of the Chestnut Walk car park in front of the Woodthorpe Court, at Winwood Heights.

Three hours later, after Ejaz’s second visit, during which he Phorpain Gelled the left knee, I meandered into the kitchen again. To make another brew. Glad I did. I was taking just one shot of the view.
Hello, is that a fire I see?
I zoomed in on the next one.
Then still further in for this one.

Used the small mug this time. Checked on the garden peas in the slow cooker.
Got the tea next to the computer. I was a bit nervous at the lack of calamities taking place. Haha!

A contracted nurse arrived.
, and in walked tha nurse to take my blood. A different one this time – I’m glad to say. She had a laugh and chatted. Excellent!

Ejaz did his last but one call. We were both concerned about my lack of sleep. In fact, we looked up the problem and its causes on the web. Stress, medical conditions, medications (look no further), caffeine intake, irregular sleep schedules, and environmental factors.

I made a bit of a feast…
Garden peas, seasoned with vegetable flavouring and light soy sauce, with a bit of demerara sugar, Polish Country sausage, and some frozen Harry Ramsden chip shop chips. Milk Roll bread sarnies, thickly spread with no-butter butter, with sliced tomatoes in them. 
A lemon & lime yoghourt to follow.
I washed the pots and watched some recorded Heartbeat episodes.

In the morning, I found several empty packets in the wastebasket by the bed. Marmite puffs (1), Marmite & cheese Puffs (2), Frazzles (1). Ahem!