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Head full of thoughts as I started this preamble,
My witty ideas turned into confused psychobabble,
I wanted this to be impartial and parochial,
Ignore the inane, the drivel, and the twaddle,
Determined to avoid things that are piffle!
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Doreen Dementia: she can be so Machiavellian,
Brain ridden with misinterpretation, misacceptation,
Misconception, fundamental or a machination?
Where did we come from initially? Were we Martian?
HMG? It’s like a cripple running in a marathon!
Reassuring Muzakk from Felix Mendelson.
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Waring countries refuse to negotiate,
Compassion being replaced with hate,
Innocent civilians run, absquatulate,
Earth’s future; It’s not easy to contemplate,
Proletariats can do nothing but wait…
Life or death, which is to be their fate?
Life’s that bad; I don’t give a toss, mate!
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Life: once a pleasure, but now, too astringent,
Can it be eased? With a cuddle and liniment?
When, where, & how did we become inconscient?
The same questions to my being incontinent,
Can humans ever become rejuvenescent?
Individuals in solitary confinement,
World leaders, clueless, impercipient
Faiths, most of them ignescent!
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Living costs ever-increasing,
Heat or eat pensioners, more dying,
Starmer gets free shows and dining,
The rich are good at political backhanding,
Suddenly, we have electric motoring…
It’s naughty to be diesel car owning,
Electricity prices ever-rising,
Starmer’s lies are unrelenting,
No ill will, but I’d like to read of him dying!
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I knocked myself up something awful. I had to do more handwashing and then the laundry. After which
I got to see ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk-top-dancer, florist, and Warden Julie to explain my difficulties in getting help that I’m paying for with laundry, financial checks, and domestic service. They will investigate for me. Bless ’em!
Quickly due to spending so long handwashing and laundering, And paid the price, pain & weariness.
Nocturnal waking shade.
Morning view
Handwashed.
Laundry duties.
Titivated the room while waiting.
The washer filter was in a bad state.
I cleaned it and found the mesh had
been split. I returned the washing,
Really annoyed Anne Gyna while I
was hanging the clothes.
Back down to report to the commandant’s office.
Henceforth, I was done for. Carer A and then Carer J visits. Seizures were rife in the morning.
By the afternoon, they eased off, but I kept falling asleep all the time? Of course, these may have been mini-seizures, but there is no way of knowing. I assumed I fell asleep often because I felt drained after running about with the laundry and hand washing.
So many couples of minute sessions spent in the land of nod. My tiredness increased, and I had to give up on the computer hours before I usually would have. However, I was almost ecstatic about
who never really got me as profoundly or as far as he had been doing over the last week. A blessed relief, that was!
I settled to sleep, and sure enough, I was soon with Sweet Morpheus, Blissfully. The only real sleep I got from then on for about an hour. The Carer arrived and let himself in, and I do not know much about what happened during this visit. My medications given.
I was back in dreamland within seconds, but the ailments tormented me terribly. Thought-Storming—Steve was assisted (not that he needed any) by Anne Gyna and Neck-Twitching-Nigel.
I desperately needed sleep, but only the first hour in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, oddly, granted me. The Carer made his last call, so there is no need to wake me up this time. Tsk!
He got the diabetic socks off of me. We chatted about the new plans for the laundry duties. He said they would be weekly, not when and if needed. I appreciate Carer’s input very much. Thons are coming together now. It can’t be an easy job taking a new old man on. Great job. They are to start doing the laundry from tomorrow. Thanks a lot, lads! A great feeling.
I think I spent more time awake than asleep after that.
Whenever Anne Gyna or Thought Storming Steve woke me inwardly, I almost cried to be allowed to go back to sleep. That did a lot of good!
Late Wednesday morning, I got as far as here with this blog. And still feeling drained of energy. But at least 
was absent. More to do;Â handwashing, ablutionings, feet need washing and medicating, and a dodgy shave is required; when I miss a day’s shaving, the risk of cuts increases…
I checked the SD card to see if any earlier photos were available. Memory Mangling Malcolm is back.
Early evening view.
Milk Rolls Bread sarnies are made with lashings of the delicious Flora no-butter butter, and some Marmite was spread on the bread.
Morrisons onion rings (I don’t recommend these; they are a bit… well, very tasteless).
And some pickled beetroot. And tucked into the meal!
Other than the disappointing onions, everything was wonderful, especially the expensive Lemon and lime dessert, which was on special offer. Slurp!
Around 20:30hrs, after a particularly violent waking up, I can recall going to check the taps and fridge doors, unaccountably convinced I must have left something running! All was safe! I returned to fetch Kodak Tim 2 and took a snap of the Amazing Night View!Â
A cloudless multicoloured sky!
This one was different!
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Cheery-Bye
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was not in attendance. So, I decided to 
I sorted the laundry bag contents. I took out the socks and long nightshirts, aiming to handwash them and hang them on coat hangers to drip dry. The socks were above the kitchen sink, and the shirts were in the wet room and hung on the shower rail. Three Kagoules on the shower rail, and then I went back to the kitchenette to get the socks done and hung, in the kitchen sing. On my way back, the left hand started with ‘cramps’, with Arthur 
Itis joining in when I returned to the kitchen. It was so painful, and it looked well-gnarled to me. I took a photograph of the hand. I’m not used to so much hand-wringing
struggling with the Yoahoules and ended up with cramps and Arthritis in my left hand from all the wringing out. 
putting it lightly, painful. Hehe!
At one stage, I had a mini seizure and got water over the sink, floor, and me! In three days, they will have to be done again. Using the immersion heater to dry the clothes must be costing me a fortune. Humph!
at the very thought of it. I rang the NCC Social to point out what I’m struggling with. I got a recorded message: This number is temporarily out of order.
Alarm activated. I didn’t get a call from NCC Control, so I assumed it was because their phones were out of action. I just have to keep smiling and have a glimmer of hope in my heart! Grottleburgers & Huh!
has still not visited me yet, today. Just an extended spell of several hours of 
A house below in the view was pumping out steam or smoke. It didn’t last long, though. Steam, I think, cause it evaporated quickly, as it shows in the picture. I thought I’d taken another shot of the been-done-up house.
The driver took the bags into the kitchen for me.
Cleaning paraphernalia.
Another insane Inchy glitch!
Great news. The clock calendar has got to cyber-friend Tim in Albuquerque. He sent this photo via email. I’m so glad he liked it. About time I could do something for him. Instead of the other way.
Can you see the octopus?
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After sorting the catheter bags, I took this snap of the moon. Actually, I took five; this is the only decent one. Alright, I admit it… it was terrible, so I cut the moon off of one I took weeks ago and covered the misshaped one with it. Hehehe! Sneaky Monkey! Then, I started handwashing the thin nightshirts.
This photo reminded me of something. I showed him the melted, frosted early rooftops and told him of my suspicions that weed was being cultivated in their lofts, and that might be why. Haha!
A right painful grind working on the junk room.
This reminded me of the things I’d got for Jenny & Frank. She tells me off for doing so. But the angel has helped me no end. I called her first to ensure she would be in and took them down to her flat. I left them outside her door and rang the bell.
The carer came as I finished the mopping and cleaned the tackle. I was not in good knick!
More waste to take to the rubbish shoot.
Watched Newcastle beat Liverpool 3-1! in the Cup Final. Well, I nodded off a few times, but three of the goals. Liverpool are waning?
Very nice!
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No garden fires.
Prepping nosh.
Nosh. Chick peas with sweet Soya sauce, beetroots, potato fishcakes, smoked mackerel pieces, pickled mushrooms, two well no-butter buttered cheese-topped rolls. And a mini-pot of lemon curd yoghourt. The mackerel had some bones in it. Which took the pleasure off of the taste a smidge.
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A seven onb the NHS Richter-Scale card. Hehe!
Ah, well!
Handwashed the thin dressing down.
I started with the usual seated part of the session.
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From the computer, many things go wrong after the Windows update was installed. 
A late afternoon shot with Kodak Tim 2,
I prepped the meal for later cooking.
I have no idea what will happen. The preview is correct, but it’s all a frustrating mystery to me.
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from the kitchen window.
Then…
I made a brew & reset the antique-style calendar clock.
Oh, dear…
I didn’t get to finish them, as the intercom rang.
I got on the computer and used the Ccleaner again to get any photos onto CorelDraw. Well, I could, but it would not save them to file. No reasons were given, so I assumed the storage space was too low again. That did the trick, and as I was uploading…
got to me. Seconds later, I was getting on with the job, happy as a lark.
Two more mini ones, this time they left me fuddle-headed and confused to a degree. At least I realised this and stopped working on the computer for fear of going into a deeper seizure. I turned the computer to sleep mode, and before I could stand up – I’d gone into a cracking long, I assumed, Absence Seizure.
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Tesco order. Just three bags – £59!
Mind you, I got two bottles of cider. (Guilt)
Food, food, & food.
Medications, soda water, PPs & bleach.
One.
It should be a balcony shower. WP or Google, although in the editor the proper photo shows, they keep shoving something else in, distorted snaps? I’m fed up with this.
What a variety!
Really dark at times today.
My worst effort this year, I think.
I then emptied the cookie jar of Cheezies! 
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Mystery Photo?
Got up to take these moon shots.
What happened to the moon?
Bad to bed. No kip. Up again and ate a jelly.
Early morning shots.
A stand-up wash and sry, teeth, shave (3 minor cuts), and I medicated the various regions as needed – well, I started to. Carer Richard came for the last time ever. I forgot all about not having medicated the fungal lesion and ankle ulcer. I might pay for this later. Humph!
Kicked in and persisted on and off all day & night. Assisted in her ‘Let’s Cripple Inchie’ mission, by 
for the first time in a while. Naturally 
frequented my brain a good few times. The lack of sleep and the new Carers starting in the morning were enough to confuse and worry me. But not enough to please the other ailments. A while later, Cartilage Chloe all but had me over, and in the process of staying on my feet, I acquired a new arm bruise.
Blimey, I’d bought a lot! Marmite, potato cakes, patties and a pasty. Chips, yoghourts, Parmentier potatoes. Ready meals, cheesy cobs, Milk Roll bread…
Peas, more meals, Chinese sweet & sour…
Water and roast chestnuts, cheesy cobs, drinks, and cleaning products. Boy, did I spend!
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The potato cakes were terrible!
Last night, I slept much shorter, but I was far less ridden with jumping awake all the time. And I did get back to sleep more quickly each time, even if 
 tried a few times to tug out my interstitial sulcus. What was totally missing for the whole time was 
. A smile emanating! I considered thinking about the possibility of making the bed but chose to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch, and urine was a six on the NHS scale.
Misty morning.
Clock-Calendar changed.
Waste sorted.
The spuds were readied and put in the slow cooker.
Evening shot.
Nine hours later, I made the first mug of tea.
Realised I’d turned the slow cooker on to boil the spuds but left them on the old cooker.
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, I started coughing and sneezing! Humph! What the heck next? 
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch. It was a bit darker today, and as I stood up, I lost my balance and 
gave way at that second… Fortunately, I managed to land on the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner that I’d just climbed out of. A bit of good luck here: 
I emptied the night pouch, disposed of it, and paid a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
computer later, they didn’t appear on the SD card. Treble Humph!
much harder to get to grips with while DDDD was
the catheter day bag, blood was coming from Little Inchy’s fungal lesion. So I applied some cream Hydrochloride cream. Gawd, it hurt. Haha!
Was joined by the longest ever Absence Seizures. I worked out the best I could, which must have lasted three hours. I was finally coming out, or back into, mock reality. The carer arrived. I know I was talking to him, but I do not know what. I’m going to have to ring the Doctor about these. Mind you, I already have. I waited 8 days to get a telephone call back from her. I have waited another 6 days for a call. This gigantic, lengthy, non-eleptic seizure left me confused & drained. Not good!
Concerned at too many a seizure…
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Do you remember your girl-seeking soirees?
were acquired. All on the rear part of the neck, so I didn’t see any blood until after they’d dripped onto my back and the wet room floor. 
I returned several minutes later, and the window was not showing, and I cheered a bit. Then I noticed two Google thingamibobs were open and was unsure which to open.
was making his teatime call on me!
It’s a late afternoon snap.
Ahem!
Teatime.
A little later.
Closer shot of the same.
Seizures kicked in while eating this.
on the job every time I woke up. But no long twitchings, they stopped almost as I stirred.
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even 
had a couple of turns.