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INCHIE FORGOT TO PUT THESE ON YESTERDAY
These are the foods that he could not remember ordering. I know… You can’t believe that such an educated, meticulous, distinguished, good-looking, agile, mentally fit young man could do such a thing as forget, drop, knock over or walk into things. Ahem!
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To a teacher, back in 1953…
You can sod-off, he said with glee!
I went around a corner, bumping into a PC,
I apologised, of course, immediately…
What are you doing out this late, young Inchy?
There’s just had a warehouse burglary…
He clouted me around my head, arrested me!
I worked in 1963 at a  shop, Marsden’s Grocery,
Went on a company outing to a brewery,
Free drinks… I drank a little enthusiastically,
Had to walk home, but I’d lost my key…
This is what Griselda said to me…
As she bubbled with sexuality…
I think you’ve got tons of phantasmality…
Your late – gerrup them stairs for some rumpy-pumpy,
We had four hours of hanky-panky,
Next day I ran home for more reproductive activity,
Another four hours, sweaty, but heavenly…
She grabbed my tackle, demanding more intimacy,
I may have dementia, but that stayed in my memory,
Tall, well built, husky, sex-mad, Ah, I do miss Grizelda.
Working in security, the external alarm panel ambered,
Then the laboratory alarm sounded,
Back-up and police were radioed,
Then I went and investigated…
Truncheon on my belt, to feel protected,
A laser lab window lighted…
I admit to being a smidge frightened,
As the proximity motion light darkened,
A man coming out… and I shouted…
Stay where you are, the police have been summoned!
He blurted out ‘fuck-you’, then this happened…
He shot me in the knee, then I was bludgeoned…
from behind, his cohorts had appeared,
They split up, I got up, after the shooter, I chased,
Police & back-up arrived then arrived.
A copper saw I was well blooded…
Said an incident report must be recorded!
I got cover, joined in, as the police searched,
At 02:00 hrs, to the hospital I lurched…
The guy who shot was in A&E, bedamned!
I got him arrested, I felt proud chested,
What did he call me? It rhymed with plastered!
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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. That may be due to the welcome at the time, amazingly short but so repetitive attendances of Horis! Bringing his famously carefree and not bothered about anything so often and for such long periods of Horis’s ! Or rather streaks, today.
Which meant I was doing what I wanted, not what needed doing, and enjoying it while he was present, naturally. But Darius would return after each belt of Hosisness – bringing guilt. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never got so little done that really needed doing. I was nit-picking, no, that’s not the right word, is it? Oh, Horis abandoned me towards teatime, after his many mini-blitzes throughout the day.
Took complete control. I imagine in my warped mind that he was getting a bit miffed at Horis’ impudence. You think?
So, it is now 2050hrs, and I’ve only got this far on the blog. I’m so low it’s hard work, and the blame lies with me. No good blaming Alto-Ego Inchy, Hydrocephalus Henry or Dementia Doreen; for each one is me. I could try blaming the neurologist for the total lack of response after my first meeting with him. Let’s face it, the NHS is dying a slow, mangled, messy death. 
Ah, a thought just partially gave me someone to blame. Her Starmer! I’d love to give him all the blame, but my impartiality means I also have to blame years of the Tories failing to fund the NHS adequately.
I’m on a downer – with being on the 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. 
I’ll do a wuickie from here on, leave things off, just use the few photos I’ve taken, the memory notepad has gone the same way as my hearing aids and torch. I would really like to use the WP reader to read and reply to any messages left. I don’t know how to get any help. Or do I? Another plan may be needed to stop this depression, frustration and pathetic self-pity. 

Didn’t get to bed tonight. Got carried away again with the missing word lists redoing, then realised nothing else had got done (much anyway).

Poor tree copse.

No hot water, I left the tap running again.

Had a stand-up wash, shave, medicated, etc.

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.
New prob;e, with MS Word, tell you when I can get the time… Hahaha! Get the time! Huh!

I doctored a photo for a bit of fun.
I blame .

Pulled myself belatedly back to blogging.
More problems with the computer.

Gave up again and put the TV on – but it didn’t come on. No idea why, but Darius deepened.

Late snap.

Carer arrived, took me ages to get him to take my socks off and foam the toes and legs. He doesn’t understand me, and I don’t understand him.

I’d only ordered an Asda delivery!
I realy need help with this. I have no recollection of ordering anything at all!
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.
Or, did she? Cause I’ve not heard anything from them since the November visit. No one has contacted me.
Still, I can’t blame them, really.

Going to make a meal now, not feeling very perky, but you never know, food might help.

Took this snap while cooking.

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!
I’m so good at burning food this week… I think I ought to get some sort of award for persistence. Hahaha!

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A broken (at least eight times) night’s sleep again. But I soon nodded off quickly each time. Forcing myself to escape the comfy clutches of the bed, I removed the nocturnal urine pouch from the catheter, and made for the wetroom, determined to get a good scrub-up, shave peggies, etc., and did just that. My balance was not bad at all, and the ailments were less severe than on Friday morning. I made a slight genuflection and swore not to bend again. Arrrgh! Toothache Tiffany, Back-Pain-Brenda, and Ingrowing Toenail Teresa were a few in a bad mood with me. I got the PPs, khagoule and dressing gown ready, and checked the medications were in there that I needed to use, and kicked off doing the ablutionalising.
I detoured a smidge to take a morning snap of the view on offer.
The Ablutioning went amazingly well!
Not a single cut shaving!
Not a single toe-stubbing!
No gums or teeth bled!
No banging the door frame/cabinet!
A couple of minor hiccups, though…
I dropped he razor, flannel, towel and toothbrush. The razors quite a few times. But, fortunately, I had close at hand and utilised him… I think about eleven times!
WAS NOT SO GOOD
Well, you can’t win them all, can you? I can’t!
When I got the tube of barrier cream out, I creamed the man-breasts and genital periphery near the overhanging stomach. Tsk!
And dropped the tube while putting the cap back on it. What a circuitous route it took; as I recall, it went down, hit my right knee, bounced up a smidge, and hit the things on the floor cabinet, knocking the olive oil bottle off onto the floor, which landed spot on, as if it aimed at , a perfect hit. The pain took my attention away from the flying Barrier Cream tube. Finding out where it had ended up took me ages! It had somehow slipped behind and under the exit piping at the back of the WC!  
I tried  to retrieve it, but I couldn’t reach it safely to pick it up. It’s still in there somewhere, now I can’t even see it!
There’s more…
Hard to believe I know, but I went to get the bottle of olive oil to refill the leaked squeegy-dropper bottle. And almost naturally, the bottle spilt a little and slipped out of my hand.  I don’t need to tell you where it landed, do I? ARRRGH!
So I won’t need to refer to or mention my poor, harrowingly painful ingrowing toenail.
There’s more…
The ointment 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.

Carer Ejaz arrived, and I forgot to ask him to find and bring back the cream. He issued the NHS medications. Then did a body check, seeing that I’d missed some acne on the top of the left leg, and he creamed it for me. That should have reminded me about the wet room farce – but it didn’t.

I’ve not had many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, for several days? I’m making up for 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! I decided to have a search for the barrier cream tube in the wet room. Not wanting to bend the knee, I took with me. After a while, I cleaned the glasses, thinking it might help me cope better with .
But I could not get at it without going down on one knee. No Way! I foolishly, nae, stupidly bent down to see if the hand brush might help me get at it… 
!!! I fell, fortunately, forward into the trolley. Putting my free hand out to prevent me from tumbling… The hand got entangled in the rubbish in the bottom tray, screwdriver, scissors, and might need razors, etc, again. I might have a new bruise coming. Still, it’s all a part of being disabled. Ask those far worse off than I am. I was just pleased I hadn’t gone down. All that bother of getting help, people calling for an ambulance, overnight in the hospital, waiting 5 hours for a lift back. Oh, yes, I’m not complaining, just glad it didn’t happen.
Anyway, what would I put in my blog? Hehe!

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 
they are both easing off a little, and I’m back to using one stick. I opted for rather than my. Well, he’s not had an outing for a while. It keeps him happy. Again, it might be hard to believe, but I do talk to them. To prove my insanity, I pretend that I’m training them, when I forget to take one, I call out… “Heel, Micky, Come Heel!” Then mutter to myself about them not responding. When someone is in the flat. It raises a few laughs, and I get the odd incredulous glance. Well, I do it when I’m on my own too, come to think of it. 
A big fear of mine is someone putting a video and or microphone in the flat. They’ll pick up some terrible language when things go wrong, and I get frustrated. But, today, there have been far fewer visits from and the odd extremely welcome visits from .

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.

I hand-washed and hung up a khagoule. While I was in there, I tried to reach the barrier cream behind the toilet again. No luck.

Ejaz did his teatime visit. In a good mood, he gave my leg a creaming. Medications sorted. He checked the lower regions and thought they needed more creaming, and Ejaz did so.

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?
I came out or was woken up when the Carer arrived. But he was too early to issue any medications; a four-hour minimum gap between NHS medications had not yet been reached. I asked him to take the waste bags to the chute for me as he left.

The computer was still on, and I thought I’d check the emails to see what was what. And found that I had sillily made an order for food to be delivered in the morning, via Amazon & Morrisons?
Then, a little later, the food arrived!
What’s going on here?
The computer (I thought it was its death knell) went crazy. Keys pressed and windows appeared. I was in Excel at the time, doing the Health Check recordings I’d taken earlier. Then a message came up “You are pressing Ctrl; do you want to open in safe mode.
I was not fully aware of what was happening because I was not pressing Ctrl. I pressed yes, and a blank Excel sheet opened. I managed to close everything down, gave it a minute, and then rebooted.
Same problem. I think that the Ctrl button must be stuck down. A keyboard problem? Closed down and turned off the computer altogether.
Looked at the keyboard, and the Ctrl key looked out of place with those around it.
I jiggled the button a bit, shook the keyboard upside down, nothing fell out – then again, with making my left eye so blurry, maybe some did? And restarted the computer.
For how long?
Fingers Crossed!

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Will Peace Ever Come?
Will Our Saviour ever come?
The World Needs Some!

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I think the Christmas meal that Jenny made and delivered to me yesterday evening was so delicious, luxurious and was the best ever.
I enjoyed it so much that I had to sit down afterwards to let it settle. Falling asleep really early. So early, I woke and got up at 03:45hrs, thinking it must be 07:00hrs and expecting the Carer to arrive anytime. Eventually, I realised the time! 

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and got the computer on. Updating your Thursday blog. After an hour or two, as it grew lighter but misty and drizzling, I took some shots through the balcony windows.
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.

I got carried away for the next hour and a half, working on some tabs in CorelDRAW. The usual few freeze-ups with no response to keyboard or mouse activities. Just like yesterday. I had to restart three times and lost all my work. This made me more determined to get the date tags made up… I think I growled at CorelDRAW a few times, getting hot under the collar.

Carer Ejaz attended to and sorted my knee, leg, and ankle, and medications. That seemed intent on hurting me. I had a few-second seizure, and am not fully aware of how things went, but can remember giving him the knuckles as he departed.

I went to take a shot of the sun coming up…
I worry about myself at times…  I’d done it again, just as yesterday; Lost Kodak Tim-2!
As Victor Meldrew said, “I don’t believe it!”
I went to the kitchen window, thinking I may have moved it back there from the cabinet – But no!
I spent a sillily large amount of time searching for it, but to no avail. I then sat down quietly and thought back to yesterday;
confused me. He’s good at doing that at times. But I’m sure that I put it on the right-hand side of the computer… or am I?
Slowly, the realisation that I’d been on the balcony using Kodak-Tim-2 dawned on me. Aha, I bet I’d left it on one of the wheelchairs! Off I limped into the balcony, with a confident, surefire confidence I’d find Kodak there. So sure I was calling myself for forgetting, and preparing to give a whoop when I found him. But, no Kodak Tim on the wheel or pushchairs!
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.
My hatred for CorelDraw almost matched my hatred for Herr Starmer. Yess!

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.

Back on the computer to find that the stored replacement word files I’d been doing had relocated themselves in three different locations?
I can recall two of them and wrote them down.
Life is going crazy for me. I spent so long on it.
I put the potatoes in the oven and kept getting myself more confused than ever with the Word files.
Sillily, (I like that word, I don’t know why.
Maybe because that’s how I’m living my end life.

Then I smelt the potatoes burning!

That’s all I ate. Every flavour-filled, dry potato.
And so enjoyed them, too!
That recipe for Bombay potatoes was spot on!
I’ll try making these again.
And make sure I overcook them!
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I had a good, much-needed sleep last night… well, I think I did. On waking up at about 06:50hrs, the TV was on, out of view from the bed, but still on? On Top of the covers on the bed, a page from the reminder notepad, with a few scribble lines of script, unreadable, ending with a large exclamation mark!
The nocturnal catheter bag had to be dragged from underneath the bed. As it appeared in view, it had pulled my cap with it? On this first activity, the pain, I think, from the ingrowing toenail on the right foot, was terrible! And it stayed this way all day, very tender, making hobbling around so painful. Misery-making. I was sick of stubbing my ingrown toenail.

Got up gingerly; the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I was not going to wait; I was sure I felt a gurgling in my innards. Not unusual after eating Bombay potatoes as I did last night. Painfully limped to the wet-room, and as my bottom connected with the plastic seat, the rush of the evacuation spurted out, then stopped. As an experienced practitioner of evacuating quirks, I remained seated, and sure enough, a minute later, the hard stuff arrived. Phoo! Messy, gooey, yet surprisingly, it hurt a little. What can I do? I love Bombay potatoes. Hahaha!

Carer E arrived. Medications were issued. The phone went, and Carer E answered it. It was from the Asda driver. Saying the intercom is not working,g that Carer E had just used? E went down to admit him. Came back later, onto the balcony, to see the driver at the wrong prison wing… erm… block of flats.

Thank heavens, yet again, Carer E was here; he called the driver back on my mobile and got him to the right place. The Carer bagged and brought the food into the kitchen for me to sort. He had to leave because his time was up, and he rushed off before I had a chance to thank him for his help. He’ll be back later.

I took snaps of the food; many items were unavailable, and all the cobs felt a little unfresh. But considering the day it was, I’m not complaining.
No caramelised onion chutney, Sweet pickle, Cashew nuts, Sliced bread, or beetroot, not that I’ll starve at all.
Lemon cakes, cheesy bread rolls, and various cooked meats. A pork pie, three lemon curd yoghourts.
Chilled coffee for the nurses & delivery people. I did get some more Leicester Red grated cheese, because the last packet, bought only last week, had green moss growing on the cheese.
The freezer surprisingly had a little space left for more food, despite my putting in the frozen roast potatoes, which promptly split open the bag and scattered all over the floor. Ejaz cleaned it up later for me; he’s a good lad. He found some potatoes that had hidden themselves between a cabinet and the old cooker. Four baguettes went in as well, along with some iced Asda ice-cream cornets. Oh, I think I’ll have one now. I forgot about them in the fridge.

I dangerously half-filled a bowl with water and Dettol, got it safely into the room and soaked my feet. A bit of pain and farcicalness drying the feet and ankles with the long picker-upper, using kitchen towels. And I got to the painfully slow with the bowl and emptied it down the sink.

Got the computer on to make memory reminders in MS Notes, ready to be transferred to WordPress later.

Then began to get the photos onto CorelDraw.

Mizra did the medication call.

I got onto updating the lost and restarted word-listings. Sp slow, I may not live long enough to make up for the ones the ether ate.

Jenny’s hubby, Frank, called in to tell me about the plans for the Christmas Day Meal they are giving me tomorrow. Lovely gesture!

Ejaz’s welcome Wednesday extended visit. Gawd, he got a lot done. Made phone calls, checked and cleared all the texts on the mobile. Took the laundry down. Cleared most of the unwanted things that were cluttering the wet room, and somehow got them into the junk room. I helped a tiny bit. But I stubbed the ingrowing toenail four times, and it was agony. We think that the nails were cut too short and are growing through the flesh again. Walking is so painful without me stumbling into things. Tsk!
Ejaz went down and got the washing into the dryer. Mopped the kitchen and did a good job of it. Bless him.
Retrieved the washing and hung it up between us. Off Ejaz trotted, a job well done.

Carer D arrived in high spirits. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.
Then I took a snap of the night through the kitchen window. Is it getting darker earlier?

Then I realised I had not finished yesterday’s blog, let alone started today’s. Humph!

Ejaz, Mizra, Ejaz, Ejaz, then a call from Dilan. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.

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I hope to get this updated in the morning, and not forget the 1600-hour meal being cooked and delivered to me. That is wonderful, someone caring enough when Jenny & Frank are suffering themselves. 💗

Cael diwrnod da!
Приятен ден – Priyaten den!
Legyen szép napod!
Ha en god dag!
¡Que tenga un buen día!
Haben Sie einen guten Tag!
aitamanaa lak yawm jayid!
Гарного дня – Harnoho dnya
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06:30hrs: Hello. I rose from the bed and tidied it up, a rarity indeed. Haha! I went off to the wetroom and evacuated a messy Trotsky Terence dollop of sticky mush. It took me many times longer to clean up after the visit.

Carer Ejaz arrived as I was putting the kettle on and, once again, did a good job. NHS prescription medications were issued. Peptac given.  Body check; creaming where needed. Then Porpain-Gelled . I’d be lost if Ejaz & Mizra stopped coming, treasures.

My beloved Nurse arrived to check on my wounds… No! Wound, she’s sorted the right leg’s outburst last week for me.
Just the left arm, treated. Cleaned up and replaced the plaster with a smaller one. Healing nicely. She noticed the Catheter bag looked a little weatherworn, with no fitting date written on it. I felt embarrassed, as she mentioned this last week and reminded me to ask a Carer to do it. But, (I tried to blame him, and she laughed), let me down.
The Nurse then changed and dated the new form for me. 

I did a bit of work on CorelDraw. I’m trying to put together three photographs, to the left, middle and right, that I took last night from the kitchen window, and link them together.
I was mildly pleased with this one.

I had a few-minute-long seizure, and did the usual exhaling to clear the acrid taste that comes up like reflux after having one. But the disorientation, dizziness, and confusion that usually fade after a couple of minutes just didn’t. I could not, nor did I want to do anything. I got into bed. I nodded off a few times, waking with a jump each time. I considered pressing the alert-panic button. But, I gave it a little longer… when I drifted off and stayed asleep for what I think felt like a good while. Waking up, the dizziness had vamoosed. Concentration was affected, but that is almost usual nowadays. I got this snap in the morning to add to this blog. Neighbour Walter called in, thought I was just having a kip, and took the shot, sending it to me via email. Hahaha!

Feeling steadier now, my balance was not outstanding, but it wasn’t before the seizure, so no complaints there. I went to invest in a mug of tea and noticed the Bombay Potatoes sachets. I decided a small but tasty meal that was sharp & tasty, might do me good, bring me back, so to speak.
So I prepared it with a load of extra potatoes added.
I mixed it all up and placed it in a microwaveable dish, all ready to go in the oven. Took two bread rolls out of the freezer to thaw out and got Kodak Tim 2 from the front room, to take some pictures from the kitchenette window. Blimey, it was dark out there. But the steadiness of my grip was still affected as I tried four times to take shots of the view. The first two, I was far too shaky.
The penultimate one was a smidge of an improvement, and the final one was not too bad.

I set about microwaving the potatoes.
Bootifull!
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I loosened up with ten minutes of shadow boxing, 200 press-ups, and 100 toe touches. Then onto 50x100kg snatches, 120x25kg bicep curls, 150 squats, 120x40kg bench presses, 100x55kg deadlifts, 100x22kg bicep curls each arm, 100x80kg Clean & Jerks, and 80x55kg lunges. Then ran down and back up the 24 flights of stairs in the complex. I skipped the medicine ball exercises cause I’ve got a verruca. Hehehe!
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07:00hrs: Up, unsteady, indeed wobbly. Washing the pots from last night.

Carer Ejaz arrived. He did a good job of sorting me out, bless him. Medications, body check: lower back was Phorpain-gelled. I remembered to give him the new Warfarin dosages sheet.

Finished the pots and brewed. Decent snap of the flat’s front car park area.
What’s that I see?
Three Free Spaces?
Ah, Christmas shopping?
An acute shortage of Christmas lights on show this morning. There’ll be a reason for this, oh, yes. But I’ve no idea what it is.

Then got the computer on and faced the challenge of keeping concentration (awful yesterday and this morning). Hope the vision stays as it is and doesn’t get worse, like it has been doing the more tired I get.

Started to update the Sunday blog. Struggled with it, and kept wandering off what I was doing and getting lost mentally. I hope the neurosurgeon is going to see me soon, so I can explain things to him… well, problems to him. Like losing all the photos the other day, but two were there, but what happened to the other twelve remains another mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Dark, Dank, Depression Darius, or the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Sandra’s Seizures, and Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. Just thought I’d mention it.

Due to and Connie, the blogging went so slowly today. And of course,  and were in support, to ensure a most uncomfortable, aggravating, endless series of cock-ups and mistakes costing me so much time. Huh!

Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot. Made a brew of tea. I plan to have Bombay Potatoes with added spuds cooked separately today. But the best-laid plans of mice and men this time didn’t work out. Nice and firm when I put them in the slow cooker, the skins had burst open – not an easy thing to do in a crock-pot on a low heat. But I did it. Tsk!

Then the NHS outside-hired Carer came to take the Warfarin INR blood. Good job. 

I’m so tired, the vision dimming and blurring, I was still having a feast of fun, frantically pain-giving, fully supported by , who had decided to give me a change tonight, and is coming on for short violent bursts of activity, leaving me in peace, then back again to the point where I got all-annoyed like never before. I kept having words with Shirl. It made no difference.

Carer Mizra made the evening call. Phorpaining, evening medications and again I forgot to ask him to change the catheter bag, a week overdue now. 

The Doctor (from the surgery) phoned to ask if a Carer was here. I said he would be in about 15 minutes. The lady said she would ring back.

Ejaz arrived, medications sorted. But could not wait for the callback; otherwise, he would be in trouble with his boss for taking too long on the call.
The receptionist rang back on my mobile, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying. The lady rang back on the landline. It was the new Warfarin dosages.

I recorded them on the pad, hoping I would remember to tell the morning Carer.

I badly needed a shower, but realised I also forgot to ask Ejaz to take off my socks. So, once again, I’ll have to make do with a stand-up-scrub, teggies, and a shave. And get the medicationalisings done wherever I can get at them. The new razors were 4-blade ones. I  thought there would, or might be less chance of getting any cuts with the gaps being narrower. Turned out that I was wrong.

Lots to do on the blog. WordPress Reader, comments… and it’s 18:40hrs already. Depressed now! The next call could be at 20:00hrs.
The blog, comments and WP reader into the early hours of the morning. Then making a meal… Nothing ever goes right for me. Even more depressed now! Better get off to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, after a series of near-normal evacuations, I’d hoped for another. But of course, it wasn’t. Bet it will be Trotsky Terence tomorrow.

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