Am I having a different type of seizure?
I need an astrologer, & maybe an auger,
In every seizure, I exist in the ether,
When I come back, there’s no one to cheer,
The reflux is sometimes milder…
The reflux, sometimes, it’s wilder,
Bitter, certainly not ambrosia,
Recovering, recouping, can take much longer,
Occasionally, it seems much quicker…
The brain can recoup, with little bother,
As it did yesterday, my brain recovered…
Another after-effect that I discovered,
For an hour I was a shaking ambisinister,
Drop it, or I can’t let go of something,
Walk into doorframes, leave taps running,
Getting better> There’s no acquiral…
I must be archetypal, or typical…
I know my mind’s only semi-reliable,
Keeping concentration is variable…
90% not, 5% yes, 5% suppositional,
If not theoretical or intellectual,
I had a mini-seizure this very morning,
Came round, and I felt abounding,
For ten seconds… it was amazing,
Clarity of mind was soon aborting,
Later, another for order receiving!
So annoyed, I started the self-hating,
Carer called, then I started computing…
The intercom started buzzing…
Who could it be? A nurse calling?
ANOTHER food order, who can help me?
Not a word from NHS neurology…
Nothing from the Social lady,
What do I need? Ziprasidone or zircon?
Oh, I had my second Ezerimide medication,
Note how my wee-wee did darken?
Another tablet to take with caution,
Still, things could well worsen…
Putin or Trump, neither is a nice person…
Could it start humankind’s destruction?
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Before taking your Ezetimide 15mg.
Apart from the fact that I can’t read the minuscule printing,
I went online to copy instructions for these tablets from the NHS site, but nearly ran out of memory in my head and on my computer… Hahaha!
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Silly Old Sausage! (That’s not Hostage, Keir!)
Why is there not much at this time?
That’s cause I got distracted and was
redoing a lost Word List… well, started one.
Then, I got a call from the Doctor’s practice.
It seems she (the Doctor) wants me to make a visit to the surgery, but no details of for what. Telling me to take a Carer with me. She asked a lot of questions (the receptionist) for an hour or so.
I explained the difficulty I’d have getting there, and on the last trip out, I had a seizure and walked into the road and traffic. Saved, pulled back by my Carer. That was when we went to the dentist.
After what seemed like hours but wasn’t, the kind lady asked me to see if the Carer could call her back. This, after I’d told her there is only one day a week when the Carer gives a 2-hour visit. Doing the laundry, checking the prescription, catheter, hearing aids, knee and leg straps, pouches and Protection Pants need ordering. Also, to do a clearing-up session. WE try to arrange medical appointments for that day, a Wednesday. I said I’d get him to ring her back on his next call.
When The Carer arrived, the intercom to the flats was not working. He rang me, and I had to get dressed to go down and let him in. I didn’t bother dressing this time, went down in my dressing gown… Oh, Yes! My new slippers arrived earlier.
When the Carer got up, he telephoned the surgery.
WHAT A FARCE that was!
During the call, he was cut off three times. I’m going to have such a large telephone bill. After much fact-chewing and assessing the situation, she gave him Wednesdays when an appointment could be made. The first one is in twelve days: 29th January. 15:40, 15.50, 16:10 and 16:24hrs. But they will soon be gobbled up. Asked if the Carer could sort it with his manager and ring them back to reschedule and finalise the appointment.
Of course, it’s the weekend now, so we can’t call to arrange anything until Monday.
TTFNski!