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Being unsure, I may well be an abiverts,
I’m still a bit of an aetiologist…
My mind’s wandering, I cannot adverse,
Numbers confuse me, even some ambiences,
But I’m an expert on the inside of ambulances,
Many tumbles, I try not to take any chances,
One thing that I miss is my past  rapturousness, 
Back to Grizelda, and a wonderful lass,
We shared romance with a bit of recklessness

Of course, we all have to grow older,
And appreciate the wiles of mother-nature,
Walking in the tree copse was such a pleasure…
Most days, whatever the weather…
Smelling the flowers, trees and the heather,
Many birds in there, once I saw a mugger,
He demanded my mobile, the little bugger,
I thought these daily trips would last forever,
I started to suffer depression and aporia.

As my mental & physical state deteriorated,
My plans and hopes were annihilated, 
I was agitated when things degenerated,
Lost confidence, became less self-assured, 
2025, 3 hospitalisations from tumbles occurred,
To eating food, I seem to have become addicted,
Getting out alone cannot, must not be attempted,
I went out with a Carer to be medically injected,
Walked into the road, as I seizured…
By my Carer, I was grabbed & rescued,
Rare plans are made, but end up scuppered,
For two weeks now, my BP has skyrocketed,
New arrangements & ailments, get me baffled,
My short-term memory is so easily blocked,
I can feel high or low, then shemozzled…
Changing several times a day, I’m overwhelmed,
I’m always unprepared, yet not surprised…
I’m not astonished, astounded, or amazed,
But my own failings get me flabbergasted.

Facts, especially figures, become an axiom…
Hot taps left on in the wetroom & kitchen,
At night, asleep, I see an agathodaemon!
We share a mental communication…
He gives me exoneration, and absolution…
I wake up, he’s not real, I feel indignation,
At the benign creature, being in my cerebrum!
Causing me more disorientation & confusion,
Minutes later, I see it’s all an illusion…
Until it happens again, all is forgotten,
Of being in a seizure, causing self-vociferation,
After recovering, there’s an acidic eruption,
This is what you get when a valetudinarian,
Anxiety, uneasiness, jitters, trepidation,
You don’t think of yourself as a tellurian,
More of an irritant, bother, or burden,
But, like me, you can have a free trephination!
After Thursday’s neurosurgeon’s examination,
When I snuff it, I expect an ustulation,
But on earth, you’ll get no transformation,
Of course, it’s all a hypothesis, speculation,
I’ve a catheter, no voluntary, tintinnabulation,
A mechanical aorta, & I’m a perestroikian, 
And I love writing in my own form of fustian,
Late life can bring you misapprehension!
Things may get better? But, I’m sorry to mention…
It’s more likely I’ll marry a Martian!
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Regretfully, I’ve spent hours failing to get the WordPress (Google Blog) editor to let me use the fonts I want. I’m still not sure if this will come out right. To add to that, the SD card is packed in the camera. I’m peed off in the extreme.
It is now teatime, and I’m trying with crossed fingers after finally getting the Hepta font on screen —no photos of course.
No time left to do much now. Got to get ready for the nurse’s visit tomorrow and sort out the ‘No number’ letter from the Neurologists.
If this font doesn’t show and the trouble with the photos not showing persists, I’ll just have to pack up WordPressing. Much as I love it.
I’m so depressed!

I didn’t think my bad luck could get much worse than it was. HUH!
I just saved this, and it went back to another font again. I’ve had it. I’ll see how things are in the morning. ARGHH!

The same!

A nurse took a snap of my meal and emailed it to me on Monday morning. 💟 I added the score.

I do hope this comes on, and hopefully the Hepta font. But it could be any other font.
I’m struggling here.

TTFN.