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OVERNIGHT Zzz Mark 1
I flaked out almost instantly. No seizures, Arthur Itis, no Shaking-Neck-Nigel or Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley disturbed my marathon sleep-in, or woke me up.
Well, it was that way for about 9 hours of unknown bliss. Until Carer Ejaz arrived. I heard him sounding the intercom, but just could not get up to admit him. He appeared next to me a few minutes later, declaring that I looked awful. He tended to my needs while I stayed reposed, bless him. Can’t recall much else.
Other than that, I think I fell back into the land of nod within seconds of him leaving.
Zzzz Mark Two
Another kip without interruption. For about 5 hours, making the current total 14 hours!
Until Carer Mizra arrived, got me out of my slumber, and started changing the day Catheter bag; a new one was put on the other leg. Painful.
When Mizra departed, I got back down again.
Zzzz Mark Three
After taking these two, I drifted off to sleep for four hours. Total amassed overnight and this morning, making a total of 18 hours in the Land-of-Nod.
Afternoon rain
A SOFT MEAL
The smoked sausages proved too
much for 
.
But the cheesy baked potatoes
were lovely, and eatable.
I took two photographs of the pretty-looking night sky. Then doctored them into one on CorelDraw.
Pleased for once with the result.
A few mild depressions here and there, and semi-highs with the meal and the photograph doctoring.
Pleased to get all that sleep in, but sad it’s getting me even further behind on the things not done.
Before getting my head down after washing the meal things, I gave each of the broken, cracked, chipped, loose and painful teggies a squirt of the toothache spray. Then I had a thought.
I do this now and then. Was it the toothache spray that was making me so tired and incapable of getting up? And not as I had assumed, the new Ezetimibe tablets? Mmm?
Inchie gets so easily confused,
Nae, mayhap, maybe bemused?
With incapabilities he is afflicted,
His sanity can’t be authenticated,
He’s given up trying to get adopted,
His rotting teeth get him awhaped,
Too old to get body & mind annealed,
He once played the jigger-jigger field,
Now no longer attempted,
As he waits to get aureoled…
Cheers!
Worra a toon that one. Haha!! Yer ode was a magnificent dystopian classic, mon ami. Of course, we are all of us participants in a theater of the absurd 24/7. Theatrical indeed! I enjoyed every word. Many thanks for putting that third breast. It merges perfectly with the “third eye” — something that Rod Serling portrayed in one of his Twilight Zone episodes. Do you recall that one, Gerry?
I liked that one, mate. What a state. Haha!
A touch of the Orwellian, mayhap, Billum?
I vaguely recall one set in an apartment, with someone with three eye, one had grown… But, I my mem’s not thast good, I may be getting confused with another programme or film. I di that you know, get confused. Haha!
One that I think I recall a bit of, was three people in a lift and they couldn’t stop it?
Cheers, and all the bestest to Manor Residents, and cuddle for the furries.
Theatrical odes, indeed! I guess you needed that sleep, Gerry. I hope it did you good. 🙏🌞
Cheers, Tim.
Now I’ve elbowed the Ezetibime, I seem to be getting up easier. Ye Haa! 🙏🏻👌🏼🌺