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I’ve not changed my opinion on my Worldview,
There are still things that I’d love to do,
To free the world from Trump & Starmer…
Not forgetting Herr Putin; each one a killer…
All I presume being an Oligarch,
Putting the Freemasons’ antics in the dark,
If humankind really has an overlord, a matriarch,
Or maybe it might be a God, a patriarch, 
A universal ruler, a sort of symposiarch?
Will she, they, he, it, be questionable?
Will any answers be understandable?
Will the ruler be Oligarchical?
Will they find my questions to be irritable?
Will they accuse me of being heretical?
Not like being questioned by a nobody?
Should I introduce myself as Gerald or Inchie?
Or, should I first offer an apology?
Should I speak anachronistically?
In Nottingham slang, would he understand me?
Can I be brave enough to tell him directly…
Or confuse him & speak anacoluthically?
I think he created humankind, sardonically,
I hope he got a laugh with his agacerie!
Do I need to act like an appellee?
Shall I show him my broken knee?
Say how I suffered neurotically?
He never stopped wars, deaths, criminality…
Millions died defending & attacking a country!
I think he should have shown more advertency,
Did he tell off Hitler, Stalin or Mussolini?
Say, naughty boys, you should have known better?
Heaven & Hell, the latter got the better?
Humans who did better were generally eviler…
Our justice frees early, many a murderer…
And many then go on to be a serial killer,
I’ve just come round from another mini-seizure,
I read this from the start, I couldn’t remember…
the plot of the Ode, and Oh, dear…
It took me a while; concentration-fragmentation…
It sounds like a conceptualisation…
That should have tested my imagination, 
I viewed this with a certain dubitation,
I gleaned very little satisfaction…
With a degree of deflation…
A mused over the biggest UK con, decimalisation!
I’ll stop now, my brain’s gone into deactivation!
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05:00hrs: I woke up feeling rather delicate. The odd sneeze, the usual dizziness, my balance was better than normal when I stood up to take off the wee-wee pouch, and I remembered the balance exercises. 
Kicked off the moment that the toothbrush was used, and at the same time, for no apparent reason,  joined in the assault.
I had a feeling that things were not going to go well today, you just know sometimes, don’t you?
Although the shaving went very well, indeed, not a single cut or nick! The pain began to increase to a point where I thought about calling the Doctor for an appointment. Had I known what was coming later, I would have. Again, for an unknown reason, he stayed for the rest of the day!
Was relentless!

Carer Nimra arrived as I was hanging up the Khagoul I’d handwashed in the wetroom. She checked the right leg, removing the straps to reveal that the nurse had applied a large bandage over the leaky blisters. I had no idea she had. Which goes to prove that is also on the job with the other ailments. I’m anticipating others will join in soon. She checked the HC figures, foamed the ankle and leg and put the straps back on, not necessarily in that order. Nirma, kindly give me a dollop of Photpain Gel on my lower back and rub it in well, along with a Codeine 30g and two paracetamols, as part of the usual medications. Said my thanks, and she departed.  

All a part of the mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal Dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Memory Mangling Malcolm, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Sandra’s Seizures,  Arithmaphobia, Fractures Kne Frank, Cartilages Choe & Carol, Arthur Itis, and Toothache Tiffany – I may have missed a few off. Along with the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, and then Class One! I passed wind, and an involuntary escapage started from the rear end. Cleaning things up and freshening myself took a good while.

It was foggy and raining when I went to make a brew of tea, so I got Kodak Tim Two and took dome photographs from inside the balcony of the views on offer. The first one to the right. This second one is slightly to the right. 
Then I spotted the strategic parking experts’ results in the end car park. I hope we don’t need to call the Fire Service. Health & Safety? Tsk!

I made an old, used blog years ago. I was (and am again today with the following mayhem), so far behind. I hoped to catch up. Hahaha! 
I got that blog posted and stood up to treat myself to another mug of tea, and have some bikkies to dunk! But, no!

As I got up, gave way on me. I managed to avoid going over, but twisted my back in doing so. The language and pain were both extreme, I’m afraid. An extra Codeine was taken.

When Carer Ejaz called, he gave my back a good dollop of  Phorpain gel, well rubbed in. 
I’m getting fed up with this new pain.

I made a start on this blog, and after an hour or so, thinking I was doing well, I decided to put the TV on. But, No! ,
Could I find the remote control? NO!
That was the end of blogging! I spent three hours searching for it until Ejaz made his late call.
Every cupboard, shelf and drawer in the room, and I was getting more het-up and angry with myself as time went on. So much so that he joined the other pains, and he was not playing at it either. I gulped some Peptac, knowing it was not going to help, which got me even more pissed-off with myself. I then started sorting out two of the drawers. Then, back to searching everywhere in the room, without any luck, I even looked in the wet room, kitchen and junk room! Under the recliner, cupboard, desk, table, in the balcony… Huh! 

I prayed that would visit me, that would have been great – it would not have solved the problem, but I would not have been bothered!

Ejaz returned on the late visit, but he did not have much time to help. He did some searching for me. All to no avail. I believed that I’d go into the habit of putting the remote in the recliner side pocket, and had done so when I got out of the recliner to climb into the ex-hospital bed. I fear I may have missed the side pocket and dropped it in the waste bin, possibly. That was thrown down the waste chute by Nirma this morning as she left. That is the only thing I could think of that may have happened. Naturally, this really got the self-lambasting going.
I’m well unimpressed with myself,
sour, bitter & so depressed!
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Another fruitless search, what a pillock!

Got the meal prepped and ate it at the computer, 
growing deeper all the time. Not a bad nosh.
Added peas and BBQ gravy to the ready meal. Dipping many slices of Milk Roll bread in the gravy. A lime & Lemon yoghourt was taken for afters. Burp!

I took this snap out of the kitchen window of the late-night view. It came out very dark, too dark to see anything. In the morning, I lightened it a bit.

Come to think of it, it was already morning. No TV to watch, so I pressed on until I could go no further with this blog, in an effort to catch up a smidge.
04:30hrs, too tired to continue, I did the safety checks, then climbed into the hospital bed. Sleep came easily, but so did .
He was having a go at me about newer stuff tonight, thankfully, Carer Nimra arrived to wake me up three-and-a-half hours later.

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TTFN