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Despite the broken night with the Porcelain Throne visit, photographing the green sky, and then the dream, when I woke up at 03:50hrs, feeling so tired, I was up on my feet, unsteadily, mind you, but on them with Willy the Wooden Walking stick in hand, and off for yet another visit to the Porcelain Throne! Once again, I only made it with a few seconds to go before the most lengthy, almost liquid evacuation started… on and on it went. I’ve often spent less time on the seat when Constipation Konrad was in charge! As for cleaning up after… I’ll not say. But it took me ages. By the time I’d got into the kitchen, it was well gone 05:00hrs. Made a brew of 99 tea.

I got the computer on, and was updating yesterday’s blog, and I fell asleep in the chair!

The intercom sounded, and I struggled to reach it in time, half-dozing. (Nothing new in that). I unlocked the door and went into the kitchen with the cold mug of tea… I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running. Another day without a wash and shave! Unberottenlievable!
Carer Ejaz issued the medications, and we commiserated over yesteryears and the previous two Wednesdays’ total failure to get through for satisfaction or even recognition from the Audio Centre, Virgin ‘Scabby’ Media, and British ‘bloody’ Gas. At the 0300 telephone rates, plus a connection fee, Ejaz reckoned it had cost me around £23 to call Virgin ignorant Media & British Gas Oligarchs, only to be pissed about, overcharged, and the problems continue. I think they must have shares in the telephone companies? Liberty Global certainly do. They paid… wait for it… “24 billion dollars to buy Virgin Media from Branson. Since then, they either have shares in, or have bought out Vodafone, EE, BT, Virgin Media, O2 (UK), VodafoneZiggo, Virgin Media Ireland, (Netherlands), Three (UK), Vodafone, Telenet (Belgium), Three Ireland, Sunrise Switzerland, AtlasEdg, ITV, EE (UK), Tesco Mobile, SMARTY, Lebara, and Talkmobile Tele-Communications Inc., and Gigg-Gaff.
And they charge you a leaving fee, and suggest you try one of the other companies they own or have shares in. How the Hell can they lose? Oligarchs! It’s the poor bloody customers who suffer, healthwise, emotionally and financially. No wonder their CEO was earning around £62 million in total compensation (boosted by options) after earning only $45 million in 2024, down from a high of over $123 million.
Should I send him a food parcel?
I got carried away there…
🎵Jealousy, all over my Jealousy…🎵
Hehehe!

Misty was out there when it got lighter. It turned to fog for a while in the afternoon, then back into a hazy light mist. With odd sprinklings of rain. now and then.
Oh, some colour showing up in this one. Ah, yes, it’s a brick gable end on one of the houses that hasn’t been painted white like the others around it.

Then came a welcome but nerve-racking telephone call from the Social Services lady. I started stuttering while talking to her, and I mentioned things she might not be interested in. What a plonker. The bits I may have remembered rightly, I might have said, were about the bank account, no cleaning done, and the state of the flat… adding swiftly that the Carers are in no way to blame for this. Because we have so many things I need help with, Virgin, British Gas, audio clinic, and I may have mentioned the seizures. I do not know if the lady needed to know these things for sure.
But I waffled on. I know for sure (as sure as I can be) that I mentioned, erm… forgot what I was going to write now. I didn’t catch her name, cause we still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the Audio Clinic to get the hearing aids mended despite Ejaz and my efforts to get through. I didn’t catch her name. She wanted to arrange a meeting; I asked her if it was possible on Wednesday and explained that a Carer who knows my problems would be advantageous in case I get anything wrong or mixed up. She will ring back later. I waffled a bit, I think.

Care Mizra arrived, and issued painkillers, and Phorpain gelled the right shoulder. Then I had what I can only call a funny turn; I’ll explain… ensured that I dropped the medication tub. Has Mizra not been turning the other way he would have stopped mt bnending, it after so many years, it came automatically to me to bend down to pick them up – A mistake, as I found out. My back sort of stiffened; I lost my balance and went a smidge dizzy, off-balance, but couldn’t get upright, and Mizra hauled me back up. It’s that, when on my own, I’d have had to press the alert alarm for help. Saved the day for me again, there. Once back on my feet properly with
In my hand, I was fine within two minutes.
This strengthened my commitment to stop bending down, if only I could get it to stay my head.

The landline chirped. It was from the Social Care Lady calling back. She is coming on Monday at 10:30hrs. She had contacted the ICC Carers, and they will send someone to be present. I’d hoped for Carer Ejaz or Mizra, they have been present when I had a seizure, and are aware of my problems to a degree. And it would be a good option. But they (the ICC) have been kind enough to find someone to attend.
I reminded Ejaz tonight that we must make up a list of all my difficulties and problems. I could put them on the computer, but I think it’s best if she can take the written list to assess in her own time. I will store them in the computer for my own record, though.

I think I may have sorted part of one of my worries. Ordering and forgetting, I have, and making another food order. Late afternoon, and I drifted of into a semi-seizure. These are the rare ones where I keep doing things while out-of-it. Although this does sound impossible. I came back from the mist, and the acidity upflux told me I’d had a seizure, no question about that. Or, is there? I found I was in the middle of making an Iceland Foods order when I already had one ordered for Saturday. I cancelled it. I hope. I checked later, and Iceland said You have items ordered, do you want to keep them, or something like that, I opted not to. Again, I hope I did.
Please don’t let it happen yet again! Please!.

The new yellow-keyed keyboard is still taking getting used to, with the Enter key being a different shape, and mishaps are frequent. But the keys are so much easier for me to read. Even late in the day… but of course, as the old man gets tired, the hash key and brackets ones are much overused in error.

Getting dark now, so I tried to concentrate on my blogging. Belatedly again.
I pressed on, probably making unknown key errors. Tsk!
Carer Ejaz arrived. I explained that the list needs to be made for the Social lady before Monday. Hoping he will remember, even if I go into blank mode courtesy of . Medications were issued, and I explained that ICC were sending someone to the Social Lady’s visit on Monday.
One more ten-minute visit to come. When the Ezetibide tablet is taken with any painkillers needed, or Phorpain gel is called for.

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Ejaz came on the last call. Quick in and out, new tablet given, Phorpain gelled the painful right shoulder.

Problem with the camera, well, fancy me getting a problem. Hahaha! I took three photographs of the night sky with my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. But only this one ended up on the SD card. Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleploppery, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, Cataracts, breaking down hearing aids, leaking catheter bag taps, food price hikes, Fata Morganas, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Lymphorea Leslie, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, agony from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, dying photo-taking skills and camera, and an increasingly worsening state of Mental-Health! Oh, and the fractured knee… and of course, today’s agony from Carole’s-Catheter-Contraption, and Haemorrhoid Harold.

Just thought I’d mention it, like.

A double-up meal tonight! My much-loved tasty faggots in onion gravy, with some extra gravy thrown in to dip the bread in. It was actually two ready-made meals to start with. So, as well as the extra mash and gravy, I had four faggots!
But there is a sad side to this. Sob! Parsley Box, where I buy them, has stopped making them. How did they decide on that? To make room for more expensive products? Come think of it, these are not cheap for what they are. But still cheaper than the other home food suppliers that the opposition offers.
But no Faggots & Mash now! Anywhere!
That’s my business, they’ve lost! Humph!

May You Foibles Ferment with Fun!
TTFN.