Late, late getting to bed. about 6 hours, so it wasn’t too bad, it was just the waking up early got to me. Even worse was trying to force myself out of bed!
I seemed be having a mental battle with myself and my Alto Inchy. I knew I needed to get up early, despite the reason having drifted off into the ether. It may not have been Alto Inchy I was battling verbally with. It may have been Morbid Cogniscence Impairment Iris.
I kept telling her or him to sod-off and let me get up. Or, as we say it in Nottingham slang, gerrup.
I won in the end, but it was hard work. As I fumbled my way out of the hospital bed, a long-lasting escapade of wind from the rear end, which I, for once, diagnosed correctly, forewarned me that 
would be in control of the upcoming evacuation process. And expected it to be a hard job again. It was. I was still sitting there on the Porcelain Throne twenty minutes later when Carer Ejaz arrived. As he passed the wetroom door, I shouted through the partly opened door that I was sorry, but I’m trying to get rid of a rear-end torpedo, and the damned thing is stuck part of the way out. I didn’t get a reply. This made me think it might have been a Nurse coming in, not Ejaz. There was no rushing things along at all. Just too painful. So, I broke off the lump sticking out, cleaned myself and went into the front room. It was Ejaz.
I felt there was no risk of any unexpected restarting of any movement while I was being tended to.
Ejaz issued the medications. Then he took off the socks and creamed the toes and ankles.
IK am now out of notes on the memory pad. So, have nothing to refer to, no memory prompt. I’d love to know why. I’m certain that last night I started a second page; I’d made so many notes. I searched through the pad, but found no more for Thursday.
Bafflement blends in so easily with me lately.
I’ll have to rely on my memory, oh, dearie me.
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Morning rainy views.
The intercom rang, but it cut out quickly before I could press the open-door button. I went down and found that it was the Amazon man with the Asian biscuits.
I went down in the lift to let him in. He was getting in the lift as I was getting out, so I stayed in and went back up to my floor. I took the parcel off of him and went to get out of the lift…
Sorry, not much on here, but my short-term memory is getting worse. Disappearing notes do not help.
Teatime, I went out to get the kettle and to marinate the food.
While it was cooking, I was back on the computer.
Dunking the bread in the liquid and eating ot with the Sourdough soft bread was so enjoyable.
Slurp!
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Today was so different. Oh, did I mention the nurse coming to see me? Nice gal. All clear on the head and elbow wounds.
I still haven’t remembered to ask a Carer to help me with filling in the NCC questionnaire! Not that they would have time, mind you.
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This is the 3rd day my memory notes have gone AWOL!
I’m thinking I may be getting… I’ve forgotten the word now… Erm? I had it the second I was going to type it… But it ran away. They do that a lot nowadays. I’m waffling on in hope it comes back to me… Oh… when you think someone is trying to make things worse, get at you, tease you? I hope that when I get this posted, it comes back to me. I think I thought, I’ll add that to my word list as well. 
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This is unbelievable in the extreme…
I got an email telling me my Asda order is coming on Friday between 2030 & 2130hrs. When the heck did I make that one? And for so late? But the contents are all stuff I buy regularly… I can’t prevent myself from feeling so low. Guilty, embarrassed, self-harrassed, and annoyed at myself. The help with this issue never arrived. The neurologist said they would get me help… or was it Age UK… maybe Social Services.
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This week has seen me feeling more and more depressed. I checked on the Asda site, and there was a massive order for the day & time as in the email.
At first, I considered doing an Ode about this, but soon realised it would do me no good. So, I won’t.
Or will I? No. No… I can’t forget these things despite my warped memory. Even the blog is taking far too long, and lack of a sleep pattern is not good. My Angel pointed this out to me. I don’t think I could cope without Jenny’s good nature and understanding.
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Cheerie Bye
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