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Who is the UK’s greatest harmer?
Naturally, it has to be Starmer,
Starmer the Solecist, Starmer the Schiziest
Starmer, the backhand coercionist,
Starmer the greedy solipsist,
Starmer, the lies distributist,
Starmer, the oligarchalist,
Starmer the non-socialist,
Starmer the abstrusest,
Starmer the subversist,
Starmer, the shadiest, trickiest, & slipperiest,
Starmer, the proven confidence trickster,
Starmer, the political trespasser, the scamster!
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WHAT AN ODD, MIXED DAY!
Last night, it took its usual time to nod off; however, when I finally did, I got an unbroken four hours on the land of nod. I believe I was dreaming, but I can’t recall what about. I moved at 04:30hrs, took off the night pouch and visited the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence controlled and had moved into a karki-coloured soft bloblets spitting, and splashing out fashion. Stunk awful!
It’s nearly midnight as I type this, and I’m so annoyed about the number one cock-up, I wrote so much so early and could get onto it so much quicker and remember things easily that I recorded… so no notes were made to help me now. Grumph! Spit!
ODDITY ONE: I made up some templates later, three days’ worth. I then realised I filled in the wrong one for today when I started it. So changed the dates and copied what I’d done to the clipboard… There were a few photos and five paragraphs of written stuff on it. Carer Ejaz arrived, did a good job treatment-wise, bless him. Afterwards, I finished off the Thursday blog, did it all back to front. I got it completed and posted it off to WP. Nine hours later, I went to finish it off today, and realised I had not pasted it into this blank page. I sit here wanting to cry and angry with myself at the same time! I’d written all this and lost it, and it’s too late to start again! 
A messy, niggly day!
ODDITY
ODDITY TWO: A series of mini-seizures like never before, and they had gotten less and less to the point where I was thinking they may be stopping. Fool!
The seizures were all small mini-ones, but the aftereffects were mentally crippling, and the bursts of disorienting acidity that shot from my innards, up into my mouth, were discomforting. The mini-seizures lasted for an hour or so, then I didn’t have any more. At one point, I didn’t have time to recover before another one came along. Very odd!
ODDITY THREE: After the 13:00:hrs visit from Carer Ejaz, I’d recovered from the effects of the flurry of seizures, and we found the address for the Neurology department I’ve got to go to next month. Leengate 1st floor. NG7 2LX. Ejaz will try to ring for a lift for me on Monday. Then I decided I didn’t feel too well, so I made something to eat: a pot noodle with extra Bovril added and some bread to dunk in it. Stayed alert to wash the meal things, and sat in the £300 second-hand shop purchased in 1966, which was a welt-causing, uncomfortable, not working, inspirational, and crumb-containing recliner. And put the TV on, Heartbeat was on. I fell asleep yet again. Had a horrible dream, tormented with things from my past. When I shot awake, I think it was cause Twitching-Neck-Ted was performing; I thought I’d been asleep for a few minutes. I sat there thinking about some things in the dream, and was forced to respond to the non-urgent need for the Porcelain Throne. As I got the walking stick and rose from the recliner, I observed several empty crisp packets in the bin, a lot of them. No wonder I didn’t need to make a meal later on. Coming out of the wet room, having freed myself of another Trotsky Terence Karki Torrent… 
, then the 
, and in walked Carer Ejaz on his teatime visit! So, it seems my nod-off must have lasted for at least three hours! My body and brain must be telling me to catch up with all the missed sleep, mathap?
Oddity FOUR: Ejaz found the appointment paperwork for next Wednesday’s Neuroligist visit. Pointed out that I’d left the peas cooking in the pan and turned off the heat. He also turned of the hot water tap (faucet) that I’d left running.
This seems out of sync timewise, I think.
Odds
Early morning view
Looks like they are replacing or upgrading the old gravel path up to the park
Mobility contraption room.
Formerly, the balcony.
TTFN
I see all the pics today!
Why 2 wheelchairs? (Balcony pic)
What are your seizures like? I have no frame of reference.
How are your knees, and anything else that was injured last month?
Wheelchairs; The first one did not have drive wheels, so I needed someone to push me. I bought the second one, with self-propelled wheels. But canot sort out the foot rests, how to get them on. Waiting for help… with this, the computer, Carer Assist for both hospital appointments, and this morning Grammarly went down on the computer. I’m mega-depressed now. “Humph”
I’m going to the hospital this Wednesday to have the fractures assessed, gal. But the Carers can’t supply me with an escort for this one, or the Neuropathy appointment next month. Not that I could have afforded them. Hehehe!
The finger & wrist breaks seem no bother at all now, they were a line-fractures, healed on their own I think. The knee, well, it’s complicated (isn’t everything?); I can only genuflect a little bit, before the pain is too much in the left knee. But telling which ailment it is giving me pain is a challenge. I’ve got Arthritis, cartilage damage and broke bones as the culprit/s. Hahaha!
Sorry I sound dour, but I’m at a low point with too many ailments and problems to cope with.
The computer, hospital appointments, financials, Glaucoma Gladys, Hearing aid repairs needed, The leathery legs of Lymphorrhorea Leslie, The Warfarin INR level far too low, Depression Darius, Dementia, and the thought of losing the computer sinks me to a deeper hole of gloom than ever today.
Carer Ejaz said he loved the cat photo by the way.
Cheers.
I’m struggling, but still hoping. X😸🤞🏻💗
I fidn’tnptice that one of the wheelchairs was push only. I have one of those, “bariatric” sized, purchased with leftover insurance funds many years ago. I should donate it – but fear I’ll immediately need it!
I wish I could bring Darth to you for a visit … he’s so funny, even when just sleeping! It’s hard to think about the rest of reality when he’s around! He loooves playing fetch!
“telling which ailment is giving me pain”…. oh, boy, do I relate to that!! Then docs act all frustrated that I can’t be more specific.
I had some marijuana-chocolate (legal here) earlier, for pain and to get to sleep, but my knee pain exceeded the chocolate’s strength and I finally had to take a real pain pill at 5am. Thankfully, I have no appts till Tues.
Do you take antidepressants, or is that too much for your regimen (they are SO unpredictable!)? I dunno whether I’ll get a scrip this week. I think I asked once before and was told that I’d have to see a psychiatrist to get them. In my experience, the vast majority of psychiatrists are NUTS!
I hope all goes well at your checkup! I’ll go read your page while I wait for this pill to kick in.
I understand about your wheelchair saving, gal.
Darth sounds a lot like my Cyril was. I still miss him and think of him when something reminds me. 😿
Nice to get a break from the medics, isn’t it.
They used to sell CBD snuff that I tried, that was like a medicine to me. But the Government stepped in and banned it. Huh!
“The vast majority of psychiatrists are NUTS!” Hahaha”
Bone fracture clinic tomorrow for me gal.
Give Darth a fuss for me, please.
TTFNski and fingers crossed for you. XXX
He, he, don’t hold back 🤣
“Ground control to Major Inchy. Take all your meds and make sure your pouch is on!” Do you remember David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”? Excellent ode. You have quite a collection of contraptions for mobility.
Ah, the song that the BBC failed to see the funny side and banned the song for being “too morbid” I remember it.
Mobility storehouse: A sad tale of Dementia power. I ordered what in the advert showed a self-propelled wheelchair. But when it arrived, it wasn’t. It needed someone to push me, and the cost of the Carers was too high. But that didn’t stop Major Inchie from buying another one, that was self-propelled. Getting the foot plates fitted was way beyond my physical abilities, even Carer Ejaz couldn’t work out how to get them on. Sad.
I may be off-line soon, Tim. Grammarly not working, memory, the Ccleaner is used twice a day to keep me going. CorelDraw have redesigned some aspects, and finding the Colour tab, took me a day. Then found it needed four actions to get to the change to RGB! Grrr! Fonts have gone missing, or unavailable. Hard Drive ‘Imminent Failure’. Google Email redesigned and I’ve lot all the tabs at the top. No Carer to got to the next two hospital appointments, orthopaedist and neuropterist, not that I could afford them even if they were available. If I sound mega-depressed, it’s because I am, Tim.
Humph!
Cheers, Tim.
Stupid apps get more complicated. Maybe you should start using AI and have it write your blog for you. Just give it prompts with all your words you make up for your ailments, and tell it to write in the style of Inchy and see what you get.
Not sure how to do that, Tim. Be interesting just making up a list of the ailment names to see what happens.
Do I ask in Google?
Google’s AI is called Gemini: https://gemini.google.com/app You need a Google account. You need an account for any AI, they all have free versions of AI.
When the hospital visits are all over with, I’ll try it, Tim. Ta!
The porch is a good place for your mobility devices. Carer Ejaz is sure helpful for you, Gerry. It’s good that you’re sleeping better. I hope you have a blessed weekend. 🙏💖
Thanks, mate.
Not in a good place today, Sir. Grammarly not working. CorelDraw moved icons and tabs around, can’t find the RGB tag now. ‘Hard Drive Imminent failure blue screen! Carers can’t go with me for the next two hospital appointments, orthopaedist and neurologist. Now wearing straps for Lymphorrhoeas Leslie’s leathery legs. Depressed, so depressed.
Cheers, to you my cyber-friend. 🙏🏻