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07:00hrs: I was woken and cheered up when my Carer, Ejaz, arrived. I’m well back in my state of depression, and still feeling irritable. I did not get up. Ejaz saw how I felt, as I must have appeared to him. He gave the medications as I forced myself out of bed. At least I stayed up… but for an unnice reason. I had to go to the wet room, so I did. Constipation Conrad was in charge this time. Made a change. Washed my hands and gingerly returned to the front room. Ejaz went to remove Four-Wheeled-Walker-Wally and called out, “Oh… Gerry!” In a voice told me of,
“Another Whoopsiedangleplop!”
The bathroom was again flooded!
Ejaz quickly sorted the flood for me, but he had to go; his 15 minutes with me were up. Thanks again to Ejaz for rescuing me!
Not that I can remember it, but I climbed into the hospital bed and fell into a blissful, deep sleep Zzz! It must have happened, ’cause I woke up when Carer Ejaz called, and for the life of me, I felt so sure I was certain it was morning. (Drugs wearing off?)
Weary, still feeling tired, and an irritability like never before at being woken up.

I started the blog work. For about three hours, thinking it was morning again, I thought I was doing well. Got some potatoes in the crock-pot. Back to the blog.

Rang Sister Jane & Hubby Pete, to see how they were going. Her sore throat was getting better. I learnt no more, as someone called on her while she was speaking.
I’ll try to remember to ring her back later.

I sat down in the £300 second-hand shop, bought in 1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner.
Waking up five hours later!

The day was done, and night had fallen.
Things had changed a lot in the room. I had moved from the recliner onto the bed.
What’s been going on? How, when did, what did I do?
I found these two evening shots on the SD card of Kodak Tim 2’s SD card in the morning. Confusion reigned. Where are all the photos I took during the day?
For sure, Carer Ejaz had been. I found that he had written down the urine grade and time on the notepad near the computer. I knew he had issued the medications, and not long ago, either, I could taste the distinct flavour of the Peptac in my throat.
I couldn’t have been asleep for five hours then?
Confounded and bemused, I went into the kitchen to find I’d had a meal; the cutlery, plate, and tray were in the sink, soaking, and the water felt tepid.
A visit from ?
Belatedly back on the computer @ could I remember where I was? No!
Finally climbed into the hospital bed at 0105hrs.

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Neurology meeting looked forward to. Must find out if they received the video we sent, that Carer Nimra took of me in a seizure or not.

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Hope that you can all enjoy a Christmas break,
Dang, to the diet, eat some cake…
Turkey, Chicken, vegetarian or steak,
But try to get in a little break,
Although the state of Earth is bleak,
Humankind’s resistance to sin is so weak,
To counter war, we can only speak…
Pray to a God or someone mystique,
I hope to write again next week!
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TTFNski!
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