Inchie: Monday 2nd February 2026

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The worst start to the day for months. Worrying at the time. So much so, I rang NHS 111 to ask about the possibility of my worsening habit of fighting to wake and get up each morning. And they thought as I did, that it may be due to the new medication side effects, Ezetimibe. The waking problems started after taking these tablets. Would it be a good idea to leave them out for a few days and see if my wake-ups improved? 
That was the plan, anyway, but when I had cleared my head and balance, I had to choose an option from the list the AI suggested. Then the voice rambled on about using the internet and giving out names and numbers… I gave up. More confused than before I rang them.
What a horrible start…
Overnight, I think I fell asleep early, ’cause I woke to the TV on and me in the £300 one, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. The state of it when I got up shocked me. What the heck had I been doing? A seizure, maybe? Yet I felt as if I’d been in a deep sleep. What ere were and where did the marks on the arms come from? I’d got the catheter night bag fitted to the day bag, but couldn’t remember doing so. Then, in the waste bin, I found several empty Crisp & Frazzle bags.
I moved onto my blessed bed and nodded off almost instantly. I woke a few times, but fell back asleep every time posthaste.
At around 07OOhrs, I heard the intercom buzz, but just couldn’t get out of bed to respond. Lack of response from the body, a deep, distressing, unaccountable tiredness, and a vague dizziness had taken over.
Carer Ejaz came in and gave the medication as I lay on the bed. I’m not sure of anything else, but I do recall giving Ejaz a weak knuckle as he left. I was so confused. And again, he nodded off within minutes of his leaving. Waking a few times and then falling back asleep easily, I stayed in bed for about 5 more hours, making my kipping periods about 12-13 hours long! Each wake-up gave me a few seconds to ponder on what was happening and why.
I had hoped the need for the Porcelain Throne might arise and force me to get up. But, not yet.
Around midday, the intercom rang again. I’m not sure if I made it to the intercom. I was on the bed when Carer Mizra came in. I think I was mumbling more than talking to the lad. I’m sure Mizra helped me out of the bed, or maybe forced me, hehe! My mind and body were still reluctant move for some reason.
I got up on my feet thanks to Mizra’s help, and swiftly collapsed. Thank Heaven he was three feet away; he jumped into action, supporting me as I got into the computer chair. (I think it was). He gave me some painkillers, then did a body check while I was sitting down. Barrier creaming the groin, catheter strap area on the leg, and that annoying Shuddering Shoulder Shirley’s. right shoulder and Twitching Neck Nigel. Phorpain-Gelled Lower-Back-Pain-Petunia.
Again, this is from memory, so timings and actions might be out of sync. I was very slowly feeling less confused, thanks to Mizra’s patience.
As Mizra departed, I sensed things beginning to feel clearer. I did give Mizra the knuckles, weakly, mind.
My balance was as good as it is ever going to be, albeit a source of many tumbles.
An interest in life started return to me. I went into the kitchen to take a Kodak-Tim-2 snap, a snap, which should have been of the morning view, but took place at about 13:40hrs, what a time to get up. Haha! I can hardly believe it took so long, and I wondered why the Porcelain Throne urge was so late in coming.

Guess what I found in the kitchen, can you?
Last night’s cooked, untouched, or eaten microwave meal!

After my earlier failure to reach NHS 111, I tried their website to ask if I could stop taking Ezetimibe. After the postcode was provided, my age was guessed and given, and I was presented with a list of problems to choose from. My problem was not on the list to choose from. But sleeping problems were, so I decided that one. Answered 5 irrelevant questions.
I was told to see my Medical Practitioner.
I’ve got to get through the IT messages and options first, then I may get through to the Patient Assessor and convince him I do need to bother the Doctor, wait for more IT messages, like… You are 35th in the queue.

Got some potatoes in the oven.

Ejaz did the teatime call. He’d collected the monthly prescription on his way to me. Bless him. Sorted and stored them away. I mentioned it might be a good idea to leave off the nighttime Ezetibime for a few nights and see if my waking problems ease off. Then I’ll know it was those tablets that caused them. And can ask the Doctor to take them off my prescription list. A good idea, I asked, adding that I can’t cope with them anymore. This morning was horrible, and it lasted for at least eight hours of trying get out of bed. Then needed help to do so, before being saved from a tumble by the Carer when I collapsed. He said he had to give them to me. Yet once up and faux-about, slowly I regained control of my balance and the dizzies eased off.
Puzzling. But on the 11th February I’m going, with Ejaz, to the Doctors, if I can cope with the wicked getting-up process. I fear whatever the cause is, it may be something serious, but what the Hell.

The carpet had endless bits of stuff on it that needed picking up, but I forgot to ask Ejaz to help, and now they are smaller bits scattered about as I’ve trodden on them.

I Do Not Believe It!
The flipping, ]%£&*, rotten, ‘#@;ing,
catheter bag stop-valve opened of its own accord. I swore a little vociferously, spat, groaned, hexed myself, and did it all again! Two or three times. Then spent an hour cleaning myself and the carpet.

Checked on the spuds, very nearly ready. So, I cut them in half and added some no-butter butter and Leicester cheese. Put them back in the oven.
Oh. Forgot the seasalt. I’ll do it now. Added it.
While the cheese and onion added potatoes browned off back in the oven, I made a brew.

Boy, did they come out looking good! Tasted marvellous, too!
The bread in the middle had saletd sliced tomatoes and butterless butter in it. I shall have to get some more red onions, cause the one I covered in cheese tasted great!

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