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My views here are only personal,
But the world is now unsaveable,
The end is nigh, this’s perfectly logical…
No one is in charge who is credible,
Oligarchs, wars, murderers, all political,
Although you may think me sceptical?
More people than ever claim to be academical,
Greedy, violent,  jealous, rarely aesthetical,
Does it really matter who it is that is blameable?
Armageddon and doomsday are unbeatable,
Is there any hope that might be reasonable?
A time machine? Could make you survivable!
If you get one with an owner’s manual?
You could avoid your death & burial,
Thus avoiding the end, on the last crepuscle,
Would you actually forward, somewhere futuristical?
Cosmological, astrophysical, that would be fatal…
There’d be no earth for you to contaminate,
But no worries about you dying intestate,
No riches for politicians to agglomerate,
No humans for them to adjudicate, administrate,
No chips, no football, no chocolate, no tea & cake,
Then again, no mistakes to make…
Best to time-travel backwards, mate!
An alternative earth, with another history?
Knowing Red Rum won the Derby in 1973,
You could find that you took useless money, 
You took to bet on Red Rum at Aintree,
 9/1 odds you expected, but unhappily,
He talked another language, did this bookie,
You never thought of an alternate history!
When the Vikings landed in Lindisfarne in 793,
Defeating Alfred the Great in 878, in January,
Now ruled by Hitler, the famous Nazi,
He’d formed an alliance with Russia, you see,
The Englanders still alive had to flee,
HMG were in exile, in Ruanda-Urundi,
Which later changed its name to Burundi,
Can’t power up your time machine-no electricity,
The unions were on strike in 1773…
Then you realise it’s now 1823,
Time Machine slipped into reverse? Calamity!
You wish you’d stayed, faced the end graciously,
Then you wake up, still feeling sleepy…
Start relating your dream, your reverse thaumaturgy, 
To not your wife, but a maiden from Germany…
Now’s the time to seek help, psychiatrically!
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A Rundown Of My Thoughts, Events & Ailments
However, for some unknown reason, my concentration and balance were all over the place.
But this didn’t bother me in the slightest iota while Horis was with me. The Highs were higher, but the lows were lower, too —if you know what I mean. Things were bizarre and confusing. Even creating the Ode was arduous work, and that has never been known before. Grammarly was well used.

I stirred around 06:30hrs, removed the nocturnal catheter bag from the day pouch, and gently performed the balance exercises. Got the health Check tackle together and did them in order, writing them down as I went… Then, partway through, I went to do my ablutions. Stopping myself before starting when I realised what I was doing. I felt a bit of a twit, wandering off track so early in the day.
Back to the Health Checking. But could I find the Sys, Dia & Pulse readings I’d taken minutes before? No! I’ve still not seen them, not that it matters; it’s no bother to do them again. It’s just a vague fear I have each time I lose or forget something. It is getting worse, I know it.
I retook the HC tests and entered the results directly into the Excel graph. They were lower than the last three days, fingers crossed. 🤞🏻

Then, I stripped and got to the wet room to do the ablutions. Oh, when I took off the socks and strapping from the legs, all on my own, I had an instant Dizzy Dennis visit. But he didn’t get me over… Hehehe!
It seemed to me that I got them finished in record time, but I didn’t time the start; I got everything sorted in what seemed like minutes, impossible, of course. The vagueness returned when I went into the front room to get redressed in nice, clean clothes.

Carer Nimra arrived, and I asked her to put the undersocks and straps back on the legs. We worked together on it. I could bend down a short way, enough to hold the fourteen Velcro end straps and assist her in unsealing them by having the opposite ones. That seemed to get done quickly as well. I don’t feel poorly at all. In fact, I took a photo of them when I took them off and smiled at how the legs looked. The leathery-looking skin from two days ago had all but cleared up. Head swaggering here! Hehe! My balance has not been right all day. It got worse as the day went on. The dizziness came on several times almost immediately.

Carer Nimra did a good job on me. She scored the urine bag contents and emptied it for me. Did a full body check: knees and lower back were Phorpain-gelled, and the top of my back was foamed. Medications were issued. And Carer Nimra said her farewells. Bless her.

An hour or so later, the catheter day bag was so full it pulled the tube in Little Inchie. Glad it did, actually; otherwise it might have started bleeding again.

I started the Time Machine Ode, but for once, it was hard work. It seems my concentration had gone the way of my balance, and mt habit of mind-straying today.

I’m sick of things going out of sync. And moaning about things, but I’m just relating what’s what and how things go. Here I go again, sorry; Four hours of the afternoon gone, and I do not know where or how. The Ode had still not got any further. No seizures. If there had been an acidic surge, it would have happened, and it didn’t! Nothing had been done; however, the mobile phone had been moved for some reason… I think.

Carer Ejaz arrived. As I was beginning to perk up, in fact, we were having a laugh as I went into the kitchen, and another instant attack hit me. Ejaz heard me, as he put it, muttering, and came to assist me back to the main room. I was all over the place; yet minutes later, Dennis had hopped it, and near normality returned.

I asked Ejaz if he thought of anything I should tell the neurologist next Thursday, and to please write it down, so I can take it with me.
I’m pretty sure it is a neurologic problem, the more I think of it today.

Yet kept appearing for seconds at a time. Not visually — that would be scary. Hehehe!

The usual everyday weariness and tiredness came a little earlier than normal.

I found two pictures from last night that I had missed putting on here. Better than my usual ones.

Got some food prepped.
Easy-peasy, it was a Sainsbury’s ready-made
minted lamb & potato hot pot. It looked and smelled so good! A pity it didn’t taste as good as it looked.

I took this snap while doing the washing up.
It looked a lot darker to my eyes than it did in the photograph. Glaucoma Gladys’ special effects? Haha!

I hope that the photographs and graphics show up in the blog on the web this time. 🤞🏻

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TTFN – CHEERS!
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