
I stirred very late. Carer was at the gate. I was all over the place, out of it and feeling like I’d had no sleep. Dizzy, unbalanced. No idea about the visit, but do recall the Carer leaving, suggesting I try to get back to sleep. Which I did as soon as he went. Ah, I remembered and changed this nine hours later: The Carer changed the day bag today. Or, was that yesterday?
I’m struggling here.
Waking up three hours later, with the acid upsurge from the innards. So I was aware that I had at least one sleeping seizure. A few more came over the day, bringing confusion and throwing logic out the window.
After each seizure, I felt incapacitated; well, I was supposed to; they didn’t stop until about 17:00hrs. Then I started getting on with the as-yet unfinished Ode. Well behind with everything again, Hymph!
However, I did feel a smidgen better for the extra kip I’d had. A lot better than earlier. Had the mini-seizures left me alone, it could have been a good day. Don’t know why I said that.
I’m not sure if I woke up earlier and went into the kitchen, but when I went in to get the kettle on, the hot
What’s going on?
What’s going on? After drinking the tea, I limped to the wet room of get the ablutions done. Forgetting there was no hot water, I started to strip, and it was so cold I thought I’d turn on the wall immersion heater. It didn’t work. Yet, I had so much confusion in my head, I don’t think it bothered me much, as I recall.
The first one, I may have
I came back in the cell… no, flat, and for some reason, without logic, I’m sure, I set about working on the replacement word list again. I was still on it when the Carer arrived. Medications issued, Phorpain Gel and Barrier cream used.
Then the series of concentrated
Initially, late this afternoon, I kept changing tasks, leaving each one unfinished and starting another, which I never completed. I hope the Neurologist received the video a Carer recorded; we sent it to him via email. I need help with this problem now, it seems to be getting a little more frequent. He did say he could, but he doesn’t want to give any treatment until he’s seen what happens when I’m having one. To avoid making an incorrect diagnosis. So, I was happy I had a mini-one while the Carer was here… about two weeks ago, I think. But I’ve heard nothing back.
Frustration is growing, and of all ailments to get nasty, I hadn’t expected it to be
The bickie barrels were refilled.
Cookies on the right, and caramelised savouries on the left.
I felt sure I’d caught a few of them, but I see none in this photograph. Dang quick, nasty things these seagulls!
rang out, and I went to the door to find a box outside. I took a photo of it, or, to be more accurate, I thought I took a photo of it. But off went from the SD card into the ether… again.
NOSH TIME
Harry Ramsden Chip Shop-Style Chips, lots of sea salt & vinegar added. Two cheesy-topped bread rolls. With two child-sized strawberry desserts. Nice!
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Sadly, once again…
TTFNski!