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My plans for today were well scuppered, delayed, and, at one point, deactivated. Why? Good question, which’ll be answered.
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 water tap (faucet) was running, and the water was frigid. Made a brew and got the computer on to check the calendar and change it. And found snaps dated 30.11.25, so must have taken them. They were not very good. I also noticed some fresh-looking spillage on the floor near the fridge.
What’s going on?
I also spotted that I had already changed the date on the battery calendar clock.
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.
I got the computer on to check the Google Calendar and see if any critical emails had arrived. I went to take photos of the view.
The first one, I may have taken last night with Kodak Tim 2. I was struggling to get it together again. View from the kitchenette window on the right. At least I think it was.
On the left, a shot from the balcony of the end car park, through the window. Where have all the vehicles gone? Mystery!

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 hits hit me. About gout in an hour, I reckon, I only realised due to the acid upset from the innards and confusing dizziness that followed each one. (I am feeling much better now, the seizures have departed (20:00hrs).
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 …fair enough, with I’d been eating some undunked cookies earlier.

The bickie barrels were refilled.

Cookies on the right, and caramelised savouries on the left.
Kitchen window shot. Catching the sun popping out after the rain clausa dissipated. I just missed getting a seagull in this snap. So I waited around for them to fly past again.
I felt sure I’d caught a few of them, but I see none in this photograph. Dang quick, nasty things these seagulls!

A little later, when I was taking this shot,
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.
Here is what the box contained. Bombay potatoes! That’ll do me for tomorrow’s nosh. Beet stew & chips for tonight. I’ll need to ask Carer for help in reading the instructions on these Bombay potatoes.

NOSH TIME
Vegetable curry with added mixed pickle.
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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TTFNski!