A bruise on my hand kept changing colour…
Pink, red, brown, and then into zaffre,
There was little pain; I did not suffer,
Until I gave myself another,
On the same blooming finger!
I love pigeons, when they bill & coo,
I believe I once saw a bugaboo,
I used to handwrite with a decorative curlicue,
My bank balance is barely worth a flamfew.
My brain today is holding a hullabaloo.
In my younger days, I was an ardent angler,
Despite being bitten one day by a zander,
And slipping and falling into the water,
Now, I suffer from having verbomania,
I fear being buried… of a vivisepulture,
I hoped to see the creatures in Toowoomba,
But I remain a confirmed zoolater…
I realise in the past I’ve been negligent,
Well, I was not known as intelligent,
My mistakes & errors had no intent,
I spent many hours of regret,
Now I’m old; so many I forget!
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I got the gown undone en route to the wet room and got entangled with the extra-long nocturnal catheter tubing. But, I got to the Throne in time, just!
Another messy whan-bab evacuation that was soggy and sticky. Heck of a job cleaning things up. I thought about doing ablution there and then while I was in the wet room, but decided to give it a while longer until the rotten-egg-like smell, the aroma left by the foul-smelling excrement, had cleared.
Then, as the rain cleared, I could see that the uphill old gravel path had now been completely tarmacked. I’d love to walk up the hill and come down through the tree copse. But…
I returned to the wetroom and started the ablutions. They were going much better than they did yesterday.
The intercom sounded; it was Carer Nisra. Blimey, how time passed. Then, since I only had my PPs on when she arrived, she spotted that my man-breast would benefit from some barrier creaming, my right knee and lower back were given the Photpain Gel treatment, and my right lower keg had its strappings and undersocks taken off, ankle and leg were foamed, socks and straps put back on. Then Nirma sorted and issued the prescription medications to me. And checked the Health Check return figures on Excel for me. I always get a warm glow when Nimra calls. But then some bad news was revealed: she said she is not coming again; she has new clients to see each morning. Well, well, and 
I’d be properly lost if he went.
Went to get the kettle on and took this snap of the 
I was feeling a little down, but not depressed, just sad, I suppose.
No idea how long it went on, cause I had no signs that I was drifting off. But it was 17:00hrs when I came back into a world of confusion, dizziness and some loss of balance. And, unusually, I felt so tired, weary, and worn out, which had never lasted more than a few minutes after an episode. But it was enough for me to close the computer and get into bed. I was well in the land of nod, and the Carer arrived and rang the intercom. Ejaz issued the medications, tablets, & Peptac. He’ll rub some Phorpain in for me on his last speed visit.
Nosh Preparation – Consumption & Stomach Ache! Duodenal Donald did activate!
TTFN
