Inchie Today: Monday 9th February 2026

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Tuesday Morning
This Monday, the blog was started
At 06:00hrs
What a couple of days I’ve had.
Could not for the love of be get to sleep for over a day on Sunday.
Today (Mon), an utter reversal; I could not for the love of me stay awake all day and into the night. I only woke up, or was forced awake, when a Carer visited. Ejaz only did the first visit; Mizra the second; and Dilan the 3rd and 4th. His empathy is disquieting. No one else called, which is usual; no one phoned. Which was good enough for me on the day. When they did arrive, I must have been in a bit of a state, ’cause memories are vague about what happened. Although I seem to remember telling Mirza that I knew Ejaz had told me to ask someone to make a phone call for me. But I couldn’t, and still can’t, recall what it was about or to whom. Well, there is one thing I think I did: I refused the Ezetimbibe tablet, as I am sure the side effects of that are causing this crazy sleep pattern. On the long list of side effects in the box, this was the top one. Maybe that was the phone call I had to make? Tuesday morning, when I was well rested, and the confusion in my head eased, I went on the computer and found one about ordering the Catheter & creams that was overdue. Another call to be made. Mizra had no time on the short midday call, and Dilan, well, I don’t know if I even told him… no, I couldn’t if I’d forgotten about it, could I? I’m not as clear-headed as I thought I was. (Tuesday AM)
No photos at all on the SD card. Then again, there wouldn’t be, the state I was in, all I wanted was sleep. Had it not been for the Carers I would have slept right through for over 15 hours. Yet Saturday night and Sunday, I was sort of… erm, I just kept going without the slightest sign af any tiredness. I still feel that the Ezetibime was the cause. I vaguely sense that Dilan said he’d see me on Tuesday.
Hopefully (Tuesday), I’m praying that Ejaz will be back, he is offah with my problems and does all the call-outs and medication control. He is also aware of the seizure situation. I also pray that he calls on Wednesday. That is going to be a pressure day for me.
I’ve got a Social NCC worker calling in the morning. The gentleman won’t see Ejaz to ask about things; he’s calling too early. But then again, there is no confirmation that Ejaz will be calling. And he is supposed to be going with me to the Doctor’s appointment. He did the first call today.
I keep hoping to hear if they are increasing the Carers, or putting me in a home, or not. With Wednesdays being the only day we can arrange, hopefully, for a Carer to go with me to an appointment, for the last three weeks of Wednesdays, as I’ve had to go down to the launderette to collect the washing, and last week I had to dry the clothes that were still in the washer.
This did not do any good for Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, or  Fractured-Knee-Frank, any good.
I had to go up and down six times, and at a time of day when the castacted eye gets more blurred every day, my balance gets worse, and what bit of concentration I have crumbles. I may sound like I’m frustrated and frustrated even more now… but I am. 

I slept, and sleepingly slept,
Woken 4 times, I almost yelped,
Half awake, as the Carers called…
No matter how long I slept,
I still felt tired and zapped,
Get up? No, still too tired,
No eating, I never washed,
In the recliner, I stayed,
My phone was never used,
The mobile never vibrated,
I never prepared any food,
All that time, I don’t think I dreamed,
I did really, I’m staying tight-lipped,
Clue? I was being encephaloned.
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Later, I had a nightmare…
I woke up.
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Keeping the faith in humanity…
Nae, not really…
All the best, folks!
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