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First, I had to look up philosophy,
On the WordHippo online dictionary…
aesthetic appreciation, love of beauty?
That sounded good, certainly suited me,
I’d typed the wrong word in; philocaly,
Saw another word, ‘love of learning & letters’,
T’was a new word for me: philomathy…
Put it in my Ode dictionary, immediately,
I entered philosophy, finally,
A lot of synonyms confused me…
Love of Wisdom, credo, theory?
Academic discipline, truth, reasonably,
Outlook regarding fundamentality,
General principle (usually morality),
Branch of (non-applied) science; lost me!
Psychography: a word that’s new to Inchie…
‘A form of writing claimed not to come from the conscious thoughts of the writer, sometimes performed in a trance’ What a discovery!
I added this to my word list, Psychography.
Psychography fits me so perfectly!
Absobloodylutely! Hehehe!
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I was up, removed the nocturnal catheter bag, did my balance exercises & made the bed; all before 06:30hrs.
A very high in the sky moon was allowed through as the clouds thinned. I returned to fetch the Kodak Tim-2 camera and went back to the kitchenette to try for some decent shots of the moon. The top was a classic Inchie result; somehow, I made the moon oval. Tsk! These cond & third efforts were a little better. Even with one eye, I could see the crevices on the moon. Sadly, they did not appear in the photographs. I did my best, but it just wasn’t good enough. Failure comes regularly. Tsk!
This morning, the visit to the Porcelain Throne went very similarly to yesterday’s. But this time, there were no 
whatsoever.
But… there was no evacuation yet either. I’d taken a Senna last night, thinking it might ease things along, but no. Nothing but a trickle of blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
I started the computer, full of determination to get the blog finished, and today started ASAP. I actually got Saturdays finished amazingly quickly, so fast, I thought I must have missed something off? After posting it and having a perusal… 
I forgot to add about the Amazon delivery for the new keyboard. I’d tracked it to Mansfield Road in Sherwood and was told I am the next drop. So I hobbled down with the three-wheeled walker to the foyer. A box was left on the table in the foyer for flat 68. A lovely lady, whom I have not seen for ages, came from the laundry room, and it was lovely to have a much-missed natter.
A man and woman passed, and both thought I had left or snuffed it. Hehe! The sweetheart helped me up with the delivery and took the box from the table to flat 68. Those few words helped boost my spirits. But at the same time, it saddened me. Will I ever be able to get out and about again? Thank you… Kragnangles! I’ve forgotten the lady’s name now.
I came across a word that I had not seen or used before, and thought I’d pop it into the words-to-list.
Carer Ejaz turned up in high leg-pulling spirits.
Handed out the medications, then he Phorpain-gelled, Back-Pain-Brenda, hoovered, and said his farewells.
I got back to the word saving…
Three hours later, I was still word-finding and adding to the list, totally oblivious of anything and everything else. The Carer arrived and brought me back to feelings of guilt and a spot of self-lambasting.
Just knocked the knife box off the kitchen shelf.
Hitting’s leg on the way down, and has burst some of the Crocodile skin.
Not feeling too good now, and have just had a mini-seizure that has left me a little confused.
Can’t get down to reach the socks, using the picker-upper might make things worse on the wound.
Going to try and get a meal made now, Faggots in gravy. These take an hour to cook in the oven. Just put them in. Walking is painful.
I’m going to sit down while it cooks.
I’ll ask Carer to check it out for me when he arrives.
Back in a bit.
Well, I didn’t get back in a bit, it is now 09:30hrs on Monday. Things went a little pear-shaped.
Late call, Ejaz worried about me, I was all over the place mentally & physically. The reason remains a mystery. When Ejaz left, he told me to get to bed ASAP The rest might help you. Bless him.
I made some faggots and gravy, photographed the dish on the tray, and they were horrible. In the morning, the photo had disappeared. I may have deleted it in my confused state.
Washed the pots, and this time I hit my left leg against the trolley. I felt the blood running underneath the sock. But could not get the sock off. I’ll ask the Carer to look at it in the morning.
Got the torch, not the usual wind-up one, that seems to have hidden itself away somewhere, and climbed into the bed. It took me a long time to drift off. Coughing, wheezing, sneezing. Reckon I’ve got a cold coming on.
The brain was all over the place; the thoughts that it produced were confusing, and, well, bonkers.
TTFNski
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Today’s moods varied greatly. Changing so often, I didn’t know how the heck I was supposed to feel sometimes. 
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in between, but every time he remained or seemed to, for just a minute or two? These two extremes were both sparse on the ground today, and both for such short periods, I was actually confused at times. This is an opening that, I believe, reveals I need help from the NHS neurology department. Going potty is not an option; it’s just how things are. Even today, when to be honest, apart from the changing baffling moods, the day has gone (for me) very well up to now.
Session
! I stretched to reach it, Lost Balance, Brenda nearly had me over, and I knocked several items off the floor cabinet. I didn’t note of which, but recall the Protection Pants, wrist alarm, and bottle of aftershave among the fallen items. More time was lost restoring them all to the cabinet. I 
while doing so. Now the self-labasting and giving myself a good talking to, started! 
My language was coarse, of course.
I brewed a pot of tea and sat by the computer, taking this photo. I heard Ejaz as he left, saying I’m behind time. And noticing he said this around 08:00hrs. Later, when I put the picture on, I realised that I must have been in the wet room for just under three hours! No wonder I don’t wash often, I can’t find the time between Carers calling. Then with food deliveries. Emptying the day bag. Check calls, telephone calls, emails, and calls of nature. The nurses will do the legs and change the catheter. INR Warfarin blood tests. Hospital appointments, Dentist checks. How do I find time to do the blog? I stay up into the morning, mainly to catch up. Being deaf, Cataract Katie is back again. Lymphorrea Leslie, Fractured Knee Frank, Bad Back Belinda, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Toothache Tiffany, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Doreen Dementia, Obstructive Hydrocephalus (water on the brain), and Reflux Roger, Mechanical Aorta Alan. Not to mention the Seizures… Oh, I just did. Hahaha!
A close-up of the City Hospital
City Hospital in the distance.
Bit of nothingness here, (I’m good at that.
Sundown, early this time of year.
2 hours later, what colouring!
Wow!
I double-clicked, Tsk!
nor 
I enjoyed this one!
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Once again, I was so reluctant to get out of bed.
I did get some photos done, though.
Tripping over the door runners and clouting my right shoulder on the doorframe. A couple of curse words later, I closed the door and trapped my finger as it slid closed. I added a couple of stronger words, and Darius deepened his 
grip. Why? Yesterday was such a pleasure, too.
I got the computer started, and took a snap of it for some reason, I left the flash on and caught it on the photograph. This would not have bothered me in the slightest bit if it had happened yesterday. But it wrangles me, and although impossible, I know, cause he’s not real. He is in my neurologically-affected mind, but I imagined that 
I’m getting irked, nettled, piqued, narked, and even disturbed at the slightest thing that goes, or to be precise, that I do wrong. 
I took another snap from the window. To my right, that didn’t cheer me up either. The state of the poor tree copse, the jobboes have been at it again.
About midday, I got the computer on. And a Carer called as I took this snap, hearing aids and batteries, vaseline, heart-failure shot if needed, olive oil for the ears, drops for the eyes, Toothache Tiffany spray, and with the ‘Cool’ clock-calendar on view.
Back to start on the computer. Launched CorelDraw, and began to upload piccies from Koak Tim 2’s SD card…
Late afternoon.
I made another brew of Extra-strong Typhoo tea.
I was pleased with the shot I took from the kitchen window. Came out well this time, for a change. About time I made a decent job of taking a snap.
down. Another reasonable shot. This effort turned out okay. Then, as I served it up, I decided to try for a third in a row decent photo of the meal.
So much for going for a hat-trick. What a horrible outcome for all my efforts.
Came late, but he was precious!
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I’ve spent all day updating or recreating the lost Word files. Depression Darius paid a few cursory visits, and High-Mood Horis the odd call to put me in a couldn’t care less mode.
Not so many explosions this year, and what few that I could, against those I missed, indicate that my luck is not about to get any better. Haha!.
Kept missing the big ones. Humph!
Made a few artistic ones.
Not that I meant to.
Just caught one this time.
Not too bad.
Well…
Ayhup! Caught some!
Afternoon shot.
Half an hour later.
Half an hour later.
Close up that caught the
Perhaps the best one?
The last one of this session.
Part of the prepped food for mixing nosh.
As you can see, it was a good snap, even for me.
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Afternoon Delight.
A little later…
Sunset, Gorgeous!
Zoomed in a bit…
And another…
Then right out.
The third attempt produced this
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I took a snap of the view after Ejaz departed.
I’d left the hot tap running! Rang cold!
I meandered hobblingly, using some choice language at 
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I regret that things, although being far better than recently, had the hindrance of just not working, going, being or getting done right. 
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Took complete control. I imagine in my warped mind that he was getting a bit miffed at Horis’ impudence. You think?
upper for most of the day, this downer seems so much worse. I’m out of time, the usual fatigue, eyesight and willpower fading fast. 
No hot water, I left the tap running again.
I asked the Carer to apply a fresh plaster cast to the ankle. The toenails and under toes were nasty all day & night. Hobbling about a bit.
Got carried away with the word listings again.
Pulled myself belatedly back to blogging.
Late snap.
I’d only ordered an Asda delivery!
What’s going on in my head?
The person who spoke to me when I was last in hospital said she would arrange some help when I told her what I was doing with the food deliveries.
Saved the work, closed the tabs, and ran CCleaner on the computer. As I closed it down, I smelt the aroma of the burning food coming from the oven!
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were in there that I needed to use, and kicked off doing the ablutionalising.
WAS NOT SO GOOD
barrier cream out, I creamed the man-breasts and genital periphery near the overhanging stomach. Tsk!
, a perfect hit
to retrieve it, but I couldn’t reach it safely to pick it up
I don’t need to tell you where it landed, do I? ARRRGH!
went on much more easily this time. I thought, Aha, my luck’s changing… I turned to get the Khagoule from the shower rail, and for the first time in many days, a crunch followed by a little pain came from 
. It sort of levelled things up a bit, really. Right foot with the toe and left with the knee. I used two walking sticks for the rest of the day.
this today. After Carer Ejaz had looked after me and departed, I went to take a snap of the same view as earlier. It was a little brighter now. I wish that I were. Hehehe! 
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It’s getting dark again. The mist is still there on the horizon. The lights are coming on, and you may be pleased to know that 
rather than my
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Ejaz made the afternoon call. He seemed in a good mood. Bless him. In a rush, mind you. He’s got a schedule to keep.
From here on, until about eight P.M., is an utter mystery. Whether I had a prolonged seizure or fell asleep was hard to decide on. There was a very mild taste of acidity when I came out or woke up, which indicated a seizure. Yet the usual confusion, loss of balance, and out-of-itness were not there?
For how long?
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Seizure Mad Day.
The end car park. A scarcity of vehicles, but one still managed to park on the chevrons.
All the plastic fences had been knocked over again. 
The bottom field retained frost despite the rain. It’s a good job it didn’t freeze.
Now I could not concentrate on the tab-making, and after doing about a dozen more, found I’d put the wrong year on them all! I started cancelling actions to clear the bitmap back to .cdr, then ungrouping to amend the dates, but…
I ran out of memory and had to start all over from the beginning on nine of them.
I mixed up some seasoning as guided by notes that were written for me. No garlic, but I had most of the seasonings on the list, and it smelled nice. I put the bowl in the fridge to marinate for at least half an hour, as the recipe said.
Then I smelt the potatoes burning!
That’s all I ate. Every flavour-filled, dry potato.
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