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My Odes seem to be primarily anecdotal,
I rarely spurt out anything apoplectical…
Educated, inspiring, but some are comical,
Yet creating them can often be ahemeral,
They are certainly not in the least aesthetical,
Are they sufficiently rhymed and/or poetical?
My fretting over this is rather pathetical,
But my failings don’t seem to get me all apoplectical,
Should they, though? Is that practical?
Do my thoughts & words appear tactical?
Tumbles: Four trips this year, to the hospital,
Many things in the pipeline, primarily medical,
My fears & worries at times seem astronomical,
Now, an Ode about Fact & Finding,
I find myself today, constantly self-alienating,
I began this Fau-Ode with High-Horis visiting,
Immediately, Sod them, I stopped worrying, 
I got as far as, and up to here…
Horis left, Depression Darius did appear…
Along with yet another fear…
Ejaz got out the Health Checking gear,
Sys 178 Dia 59, oh dear oh dear!
I dialled for advice, & spoke to a medical advocator,
Asked questions & put us through to a cardiologer,
She was a fact-revealing questioner,
My answers? Seemed a patient, interested listener,
I revealed all my worries, finances, arithmaphia,
Being flat-bound, hospitalised in September, 
Twice, for 3 days, then 3 weeks in October,
All through my tumbles and my falling over,
Peripheral Neuropathy & effects of each seizure,
The last whoopsie produced many a fracture,
3 in my knee, my wrist, hand and finger,
Depression, can’t get to see my Doctor,
My fungal lesion & about my having diarrhoea,
Finances are dwindling. Can I afford to keep the Carer?
I rattled on for at least a quarter of an hour!
Realising I’d been such a talker, a twattler…
I cringingly apologised straightaway to her…
Realising we’d been cut off, I felt a plonker!
As I put down the phone, the lady rang back,
She was still calm, not at all bombastic,
I feel this Ode is getting a smidge banausic,
She told me, if I get any pains, to call for a medic,
I told her I’ve always got them, she was mirific,
Contact your Doctor if you are worrying…
If I try to, I know what I’ll be hearing,
“You are in a queue of 19 waiting”…
I’m sure that I heard her laughing!
This Ode may be partly biographic?
A nurse came from the DVT Warfarin Clinic,
Then the phone started ringing…
I wanted to say, as she started speaking,
You’re the 150th person in the queue waiting, 
It was a lady from the Doctor’s surgery,
An ambulance is coming for me, Hehehe! 
So I added this last bit hastily!
I’ll try to catch up on Tuesday.

It might be difficult if I’m waiting for the nurse. I’m feeling alright in myself —well, I say, alright… Haha! And Ejaz has booked me in with the pharmacy for Wednesday, to have my flu & Covid jabs. I’ll see if we have time to call in the Dentists to get a prescription for more of the Duraphat toothpaste.

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They said on the phone that they are going to see if they can arrange for an oxygen supply for me to use at home. In the hospital. 25 minutes after the 111 call had ended! On the way home, in a taxi, an hour after arriving. Home 25 minutes later. Caught up and finished the above Ode.

Up, bag off, and off to the wetroom.

HC Checks. All in the Ode

Again!

Called 111. All in the Ode.

Carers desk, Why did I take this?

Once more into the wetroom.

Took this while nurse-spotting.

Getting fed up with this.

Any more to come?

Cumberland pie, with some
alphabet potatoes added.
Lime & Lemon yoghourt.
In the morning, I found
several empty bags of
Salt & vinegar and
Marmite puffs. Guilty!

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