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I was sat-sitting in my broken recliner chair, Ftrali
And the community nurse did appear,
Took off the leg straps, checked Lymphoreoa Leslie,
Left leg fine, right leg was a little bloody,
The right leg was medicated with cream & a plaster,
Replace socks & straps, easy for her to master,
I like this retired nurse, the twinkling of her eyes…
A no-fuss gal, who seems very wise,
My adoration, I could not disguise,
Of course, I only imagined her thighs…
Or she’d laugh at my miniature size,
It would only end sadly with sighs,
Naturally, I could only apotheosise,
All I could do was to eulogise,
Whenever she calls, she beautifies…
Even though my pulse may rise,
With my disabilities, there’s no compromise,
Why I feel this way, I need to analyse,
At my age, this urge to harmonise…
With nothing below to energise,
I feel as if I should apologise,
My body can no longer mutually synchronise,
If I say I accept this, it would all be lies,
All I can do nowadays is to fantasise,
Been waiting to be trephinated for 102 days,
Glaucoma operation, I’ve lost count of the days!
Silence from the neurologist diagnosing my seizures,
Broken knee, catheter, hearing problems, arthritis,
Lymphorrhoea, colour-blind, and duodenal ulcers,
My left wrist, hand, and fingers had five fractures,
Tried veganism, vegetarianism, cereals and pulses,
A Labour Government, full of fakesters,
Begging for help, but getting no answers,
In the hospital, I had several unfulfilled promises,
From Neurology, Cardiac, & Social Services,
A surgeon will need good eyesight to circumcise
There were threats made against the nurses,
From a bloke face-to-face, emitting curses…
I was stick-walking with the physiotherapists,
I got involved when the man clenched his fist,
Told him, ‘Do that again, you’ll get my fist’,
He went quiet. I think he got my drift,
The nurse thanked me for my intrusion,
That patient is suffering ego-depletion,
Is this ward for those with damaged grey matter?
Anyway, the man gave the nurses no more bother,
Getting back from the hospital last month? Dystopian!
I’d been to see my neuropathy diagnostician,
I got lost trying to get to the tram,
Had to ask some “Where am I?’,
How to get to the tram station?,
I got there after some extravasation,
The ticket machine brought confusion into the equation,
Passengers were squashed in the tram so tightly…
Just getting into it was a Hell of a fight…
Will I ever get home tonight?
Then I suffered a heck of a fright!
The tram moved of and I took a tumble,
Help from others made me feel humble,
Two passengers helped me up without exhortation,
They caught me mid-fall, avoiding emasculation,
A lady gave me her seat without vacillation,
In the City Centre, yobboes were the danger,
Schoolkid gangs, I had to walk on tramlines, however…
I struggle up to the bus top, with great endeavour,
Checked the 40 bus times, none, only 40x?
This one did not call into the flats, oh boyee!
Dark outside, lit-up inside, I couldn’t see,
Which bus stop was the one for me?
Ended up in Sherwood, nine stops away,
Had to walk back up Windcheste Street, steep and hilly,
Help by using my four-wheeled walker trolley,
Many stops, as I went breathlessly…
Getting a cellphone call, and silly me…
Dropped in in the darkness, dearie me!
Got home to find Elaz waiting, worried!
Carer Ejaz by name, and Carer in reality!
I suppose I should mention my banality?
Dullness, unoriginality or predictability…
No, not predictability, that would be silly…
Certainly not descriptive of Inchie,
Seizure, tumbles, &, ailments with unpredictability,
Why can humankind not live with congruency?
A question of imbecility, verging on stupidity,
Each incident, occurrence, and contingency,
Can pop up suddenly, unexpectedly…
No one can be completely accident-free,
Politicians used to act collectivistically,
Is the coming Apocalypse be cataclysmically?
Societal collapse, to humankind, devastatingly?
I don’t view it as a catastrophe,
Politicians becoming deific…
They really do make me feel sick,
See the end, as being welcome and terrific!,
It’ll come soon, but I can’t be specific.
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Sorry, but it’ll be short and sweet. Time is thy enemy.
Well, he is mine. Hehehe!
Morning shot from the kitchen
No visit to the Porcelain Throne until late evening. But I felt it brewing up in the afternoon.
Tiny escapages that stunk awful, putrid!
I’m expecting a Trotsky Terence affair later.
Carer Ejaz did the first two calls. Body checks, Phorpain gelling, Barrier creaming tended to.
Midday Darkness?
Oh, I nearly missed this one.
The end of the car park.
🎵Where have all the pappaps gone?🎵
NOSH
Faggots in gravy, & mashed potatoes.
I peeled & cooked a beetroot, then chopped it, added some of the gorgeous Krakus red beetroot, concentrated borstch, and some pork gravy, mixed it all up, and cooked it in the microwave for 6 minutes.
I’ve redeveloped a fancy for faggots lately. The Parsley Box ready meals have great tasting gaggots… no, I meant faggots, not maggots… I made a grammatical mess of typing that! I thought I’d just leave it in. Sad! Hehe!
Soaked up the tasty liquid with two large cheesy-topped bread rolls, Mmm!
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“Hasta luego, cocodrilo”
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06:10hrs, woke up. Pouch off in great haste, and off to the Porcelain Throne; walking into the door frame en route, while scrambling to take off the nightdress in time, before the anticipated involuntary start of the rear end motion, flowed. I DIDN’T MAKE IT IN TIME. 
As almost expected, 
kicked off as I stood up to assess the mess and the damage I’d done to the wet room floor, its accoutrements and myself in the part-tumble. But Shirley seemed intent on yanking the glenohumeral-shoulder ball out of its socket! I’m sure she’ll manage it one day. I hope not!
giving me some stick. Still, at least 
a Carer came in… I’ve been asked not to mention Carers’ names on my blog
settle. Helped with the HC checks and monitored the Excel sheet. I’d not made any errors this time. 👍🏼
and 
I’m not sure why, let’s face it, whenever I am? But for some reason, Depression Darius has not visited me yet. I give him the two fingers on my graphic here to two of my ailments. 
. He’s been a little shy lately. I hope I haven’t upset him. Hehehe!
Oh, I missed this snap off earlier. Better late than never. Poignantly, it’s the same with my mate High Mood Horis’s absence.
done.
Shower-Cover, or my flabby elephantine body that tickled him? But my guess is that it must have been Little Inchie with blood leaking from the pouch tube inserted… Hehehe!
I eventually got the Hoover out to touch up the carpet… this would be at an estimate, about 15:00hrs.
Getting dark early nowadays, then again, it always does when winter arrives. It’ll be worse for us pensioners now that Starmer has stolen our winter fuel allowance. A filthy-shitty, uncaring, nasty, pseudo PM, the uncaring Right-Wing decision from our back-hander taking, lying ex barrister… his father was a toolmaker, did you know? I’d much appreciate it if he died as painfully and as quickly as possible. I love to be alive to celebrate his passing. That would be a rare blessing for me. I wish I could yodel at his funeral. I think I’ll get the lyrics done, just in case he does do the honourable thing and tops himself. I believe I got carried away again there… sorry.
A very welcome late visit from Horis! 
FOOD!
sauce, stirred, and reheated it. Grrreat!
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06:00hrs: Woke with a startle to find that 
she was rattling the ball joint for all she was worth! I waited a minute or so until she calmed down, then did the balance exercises, got the 
taken off, gathered the needs of the ablutioning session, and waddled gingerly off to the wetroom.
controlled 
session. And medicated the usual ailments as needed and within reach for me to do so. The only spot of bother was coming from 
Put the kettle on and popped into the balcony to take this shot through the kitchenette window. Cold, very cold today. Then I meandered back to the 
kitchen to take this snap of the end of the car park. It came out rather well, with the sun coming up from the back. Showed the contrast of the thin mud slide with and out of the sunshine. The liquid seemed to contain bubbles, or maybe snow? Then I noticed the tyre marks. I assume a vehicle had reversed into the watery mud to turn round.
Arrived as I was making a brew of tea in the kitchen. She recognised I was not up to par, bless her. Medications issued. Body areas were checked and balmed. Knees were Phorpained.
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The sun was in a rush to hide?
Tried a close, not very good
I thought it had a decent taste. See tomorrow’s blog to see why it wasn’t too good. Hehe!
Neither were they up to much.
Still, I did my bestest!
