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Inchie was generally considered to be bonkers,
He thought politicians, mostly plonkers,
He once had an affair with a gal named Bren…
He’s got dementia, so he can’t remember when.
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Continued…
The lift to the hospital arrived about 12:30hrs,
and I was soon at the QMC. The driver took me in and up in the lift to the appropriate department on the second floor. 
I sat in the waiting area, on the seat in the four-wheeled walker. It only felt like five minutes, and I was summoned to an X-ray room to have the fractures looked at. I can’t remember why, but it may have been a fault with the big X-ray; they only checked the fingers and wrist fractures. They were okay, and I was signed off. I’ll be informed of a new appointment to check the knee.
I felt over the moon and was planning to see Carer Ejaz at the 17:30hr visit.
As instructed, when I received a signing-off completion card, I was to take it to the department’s waiting room desk and place it in the red container. A few minutes later, a lady came to check if it was my card and informed me that the transport had been advised of my waiting to be collected. It was about 14:30hrs.

At around 15:15hrs, a lady asked me if I’d like a drink. With the small day catheter bag filling, I exercised caution. I’ve had enough of catheter bag leakages this month as it is; they tend to occur if I let the pouch get too full. I thanked her and declined the kind offer.

Around about 16:00hrs, another receptionist came to me to ask if I was alright as it looked like I was about to fall out of the chair. (I’d nodded of) Adding, your lift will not be long now.

I got up and strolled around the floor and other departments’ waiting areas for a nosey, and to keep alert and awake. Back to the Fractures waiting area, and swiftly nodded off again. Zzz!

Waking up at 16:30hrs or thereabouts. Noticing that the waiting area had only about eight people there, compared to about 24 on my last awakening. Fell asleep again. Realising that there was no way, even if they arrived now, that I could get back to the flat in time to take the medications. Zzzz!

17:10 hours; I woke up to find myself alone in the massive waiting area, and the three receptionists had now become one. Some lights had been extinguished, and staff in their civvies kept passing by me on their way home. Zzzz!

17:35hrs: The lone lady woke me up to tell me that they would have to move me to another department, where I could wait for the lift. I was not annoyed or angry, as I fully expected a marathon wait for Hospital Transport. I’ve had this before, although it’s never been this long a wait. 

18:00hrs: I arrived in a ward corridor, and the lady explained why she was leaving me there to be collected. Zzzzzz!

Awoken by a nurse, I’m not certain of the time, because as she woke me, I could see two ambulance men approaching along the corridor.
It was pitch dark when we got out to the vehicle. Rush hour was in full flow. Two sociable types who had had a rotten shift were talking of having after starting their lift run; three more added! It cheered me up knowing that they were on their way to me, expecting to arrive at 15:20hrs, as planned, when they got the extra ‘urgent’ pick-ups called in. They had to travel to Bleasby and Ruddington, I think they said. That is why they were so late. They looked and sounded depressed, I have to say. But once I started telling them about my day, they lost their depression and as one said; That’s the first time we’ve had a laugh in weeks on this job! Hahaha! 
They got me up to the flat, after they said their cheerios, my first job was to empty the dangerously full catheter. Boy, it’s never stunk so bad, ever! I thought I was going to pass out. Haha!

I was going to get a wash and change, and Ejaz arrived about 21:00hrs. Only a short visit this one. We decided to take off the Ready-Wrap liner and straps from the legs in the morning. So I can get a much-needed shower and ablutioning session.

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I’m not keen on my transformation… here’s why…
Although no doubt there will be worse anigh,
My awareness is so bad that I can’t understand AI,
Stuck indoors, with no cleavages to descry…
I pass wind, that I need to defunkify,
No social life, probably due to my differentiae,
The Doctor tells me I have streptococci,
Why not say flu or pharyngitis? Why profundify?
Politicians do this too… they also openly lie,
Why do I have the urge to self-vilify?
Dark-Dank-Depression-Darius brings me inertiae,
High-Mood-Horis, make me uncaring — why?
The last time I experienced any contentment or fulgor…
It was donkey’s years ago, with Grizelda and Olga,
Mental & physical problems —were they my fault?
Do you think life is becoming a struggle? Arduouser?
Is it old age, decaying mind & body making me moroser? 
Discountenanced, more agitable, alarmable, panicable?
Getting older means more turbulence, wretcheder?
Querulouser, everyday tasks get more difficulter,
Then we ended up voting for Starmer!
Who robbed each pensioner & family farmer,
Starmer, the flaneur, fraudster and finagler!
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Missed off of the last blog—sorry.
Still working on the gravel path.
Last night’s much-needed and thoroughly enjoyed meal medley. Slurp, Gobble!

I rose around 0620hrs. Got the pouch emptied, and went for a freshen-up in the wetroom. The inevitable Porcelain Throne evacuation was even controlled by Constipation Conrad, which surprised me and poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

I was planning to get a full-works ablution session after Ejaz called. Including a shower, I’ll ask him to remove the legging straps and liner from each leg and foot. Ask him to put them back on on the next visit. (Which he kindly did for me later).

On to the computer to finalise the Tue/Wednesday blog. It didn’t take too long. But I lost time looking for my reading glasses, then realised I’d left them in the four-wheeled walker yesterday.

Ejaz arrived, and I was a smidge concerned for him; he was his usual self today. Ejaz was like a different person this morning. My EQ told me he was upset or uptight about something. He said, ‘No problem. ’ He issued the medications and removed the leg straps and liner for me. Then checked the Health Check figures were correct, and he took them for me. I hope he regains his usual spirit later. He departed, and I got ready for the shower and ablutioning session. 

A grand job was enjoyed. Just one teeny-weeny cut shaving, the teeth and gums didn’t bleed at all. 
I did the medicating of the private parts. After I’d cleaned the wetroom and put on the protection pants and slippers. Then used the aftershave and body fresheners on myself.

The only problem was that after I hung the towels on the dryer and returned to the computer, I could not find my reading glasses again. I returned to the wetroom, convinced I’d left them in there, but no luck. So, I searched the computer/junk room.
I thought I’d looked everywhere, spending 15 minutes searching, but couldn’t locate them. 
Back at the computer, I had another search for them, with little hope and some confusion. 
I searched through 20 pairs of old glasses, hoping I might have put it in with them during a seizure. It took me ages, trying on each pair in the hope of being able to read… But, No!
I made a third search of the wetroom.
I took so much time that Ejaz returned for his 13:00hrs call and pressed the intercom to get in!
I returned to the computer to put it in freeze mode… And saw the glasses on the counter in front of the landline phone! Unbelievable! Mind you, I was obviously struggling to find them with no close-up goggles on. They are thin black-framed specs, and I’d put them on the black spyglass—perfect camouflage! I did feel a fool!

Ejaz was still looking a little down and didn’t respond when I tried to cheer him up. Ejaz gave me Peptac, a Codeine 30g, and then Ejaz barrier creamed, phorpained, and foamed my body areas in need that I could not reach without too much pain or causing Dizzy Dennis to arrive, almost in silence. I hope whatever is bothering the lad can be cleared up. Bless him.

The sky changed with streaks of incredible clouds.
The view got a little misty after that.

I went to investigate what to have for my meal.
I opted for a ready-made meal.

Then things took a turn for the worse, computer-wise. An HP message came up, “Do you agree to HP altering your hard drive? Not the foggiest idea why, but I do know the computer is not in good health, so I’m going to click ‘Allow’ and finish this blog early to get it posted. It may well be my last one. Then, I’ll post the blog quickly, and turn it off and on to see if it still works, or not.

FINGERS CROSSED 

TTFNski Each