06 | January | 2026 | Inchie Today

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My mind developed ecdemomania in December,
Multi-directional, it is something of a derogator,
Often leaving me in a quandary, a dilemma,
It can leave me with mental dyspnea,
It’s no good living in dread, my dear…
This Ode, composed by an aged dégringolader,
To advise & warn each son or daughter…
For things ahead, I hope they digest this data,
And it leaves them savvier, adroiter, & defter,
Relating to when they get older & dodderier,
You’ll at first not notice your brain gets diddlier,
And your deeds & actions increasingly dweebier,
Parts of you, Doctors will surgically dismember,
Neurocognitive disorder, Lewy Body dementia,
Water on the brain, Alzheimer’s, both can be dire,
(In the hospital, I had heart failure last December)
You’ll end up using eyes, ears, & a nose dropper,
Hearing aids, oxygen, or a Mechanical Aorta,
A tissue/biological replacement lasts longer,
More chance of it being rejected, you dejected,
Protanomaly/Protanopia, & Deuteranopia,
You may start feeling drearier and dowdier…Understandably, with new pains, physical,
Then, problems come that are cerebral,
Diagnosis can seem improvisational…
Sort of, make-do, almost extemporal,
It’ll be as if you’re turning into a fossil,
As you struggle to hobble or fogle,
Past your sell-by date, & nonrenewable,
Can’t walk, remember or think, a folderal,
So few teeth, if any, can’t eat a trifle?
Eating crispy bacon? Barely rememberable!
You couldn’t afford it, now you’re pensionable,
Ask for help, you get a load of garble…
Going to the toilet is a risky kerfuffle,
Often you’re too late, it’s most terrible,
Accifauxpas, forgetting or scatological,
Going into a seizure, having a fall…
Not aware of events, these and them all,
These happen, seemingly unpreventable,
What’s most shameful and deplorable…
It doesn’t happen to anyone Oligarchal!
But, fret not, this is absolutely normal.
If you do owt deplorable, or abominable?
And this sounds a smidge disceptatorial…
You may suffer from all ailments above… All!
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I think, well, I know, I was having a seizure in bed, with the strangest dream, that I recall little of; apart from me watching the missiles land, as I (in the dream) stood at the kitchen window, yodelling. Seemingly unconcerned with what I was watching? Then I woke up to find Carer Ejaz standing over me, asking how I was. I recall his helping me get out of bed after he’d taken off the nocturnal catheter bag… then nothing for several or more minutes.
I was sitting on the chair, as Ejaz was medicating the leg wounds and catheter strap welts. He issued the medication and Peptac. I was still out-of-it a while he was asking questions. He wondered if he should call 999. Thanked him, I think, but declined.
I’m having some terrible wakenings lately.
How I didn’t hear the intercom or door chime, I don’t know. Maybe the seizure was a little deeper this time? This morning was the worst I’ve had. However, like all the other mornings, bar one good one, on Sunday or Monday, I think. They started poorly, but things improved as the day went on. They did today, but the improvements took far longer to take over.
It’s now gone 19:00hrs, and the haziness, loss of balance, the mysterious deafness and foggyiness of the brain have all but cleared.
It’s the morning that shows the need for the ambulance. Another like today, and I might press my wristler alarm before the Carer arrives… if I can actually wake and get up, that is. These confusions have never taken longer to clear.

Shame! I lost so much time today that nothing got done much again.
Carer Ejaz reminded me that the Doctor is making a telephone call tomorrow. I’ll mention these scary mornings I’m having. But I’ve no confidence. The seizure neurologist had not been in touch since November 3rd. Cardiac since October 17th. The Social lady since about June… 2024.
Ah, well, they are still taking my Warfarin INR blood for testing. Depressed? Me? Haha! Yes!

At least Ejaz got me interested in the snow covering outside and spurred me on to take some photos of it from the frozen kitchen window.
Here they are…

Aha, caught the moon!

No detail, though.

Which house shows its attic
Canabis grow? Hehe!
Not a good one…
A bit better, caught the moon!
See the drug growers’ roof?
Front car park on Citrus Way.
Through the door glass.
Darned cold, -5°c.