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Exam results in school, most at the bottom of the list,
In English, I came out top; I tried to be an odeist,
Wrote short stories, subjects ranging from history to a ghost,
By goodbyes were usually Tara, so I’m no linguist,
I often got beat up, they used sticks, boots & fists,
To survive, I had to use guile and feignest,
I didn’t realise it then, but I was a hippophagist,
I didn’t know the name then, but I was an immanentist,
Which made me brave when I went to the dentist,
Over four years, it was my only visit,
Dad pulled my teeth, using his pliers…
Each time, the pain was beyond bounteousness,
If I cried, Dad would get all blasphemous,
He sent me to the gym, amidst the bodybuilders,
Said I should be more sporty, less academical,
I’ve to learn how to box, be pugalistical,
Even then, I found that ironically comical,
The Sportsmaster trained 9-stone Nathaniel,
4-stone soaking wet me? The caretaker, Nigel,
In the first round, I was virtually unhittable!
Mind you, I never managed to hit Nathaniel,
In the second round, punches were exchangeable,
The third round started. Oh, hell!
He caught me with five, and I hit him once; it was painful!
I woke up in the shower,
His punch had too much power…
So shamed, I went home to cower…
The coppers were searching for Mother…
My losing the match didn’t seem to matter…
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A shortie again. The difficulties seem to come at me non-stop, even at weekends.
The plaster on the leg has just been replaced for the fifth time, and I can’t find any more plasters.
I’ll start with the photos I snapped after getting up and nearly falling out of the flipping bed.
The fourth Lymphorrhoea Leslie bloodied plaster, with the tape that I had to use for the third time, cause I can’t find where I put the tape either.
Another mystery this morning.
The left wrist wound was looking likely to improve.
Carer Ejaz titivated it a bit later.
I received a phone call on the landline. The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant apologised for not calling yesterday. I also received a text message. She will be phoning on Monday and will email the questionnaire for me to fill in. Or was this yesterday? I sense I’ve written this before.
This Premorbid Cognitive Impairment that they have rediagnosed for me is worse than what they said before, Dementia Doreen was. I swear!
As for next week’s events;
As the Carer is unavailable on Wednesday due to accompanying me to the dentist, no laundry can be done, and the kitchen & wetroom cannot be cleaned and mopped. And no help with the finances or Emails can be had. Bearing in mind that Monday & Tuesday will be busier and more hectic than ever, I won’t be in any condition to go to the dentist on Wednesday…
I’m a smidge nervous for next week.
Poor silly-old-sausage!
I’ve just ordered some sausages to arrive next week… Guess what day the cheaper delivery day is? Yes, Wednesday evening!
I hope that I can get the blog done, but anticipate that I’ll have to give up for a few days. I’ll never catch up again, anyway.
Worra Life!
Still, I must not complain; many are worse off than I am, who have things more severe than I do.
I apologise for moaning. Bless you all.
Early snap taken of the early morning view, with Kodak Tim 2.
Oh, by the way, I had a repeat of the below four times this Saturday.
I’m still hoping…
Lots of unexpected, no-warning
blasts from the rear-end. Hehehe!
The front junk room, which will only get worse next week without the Carers’ help, depressed me.
Another mystery photo I found on
the SD card. It might be a badly
taken shot of the bed. But why?
The mudslide is coming on again.
I got the chips out ready for later.
Carer Aheo did the second short call.
Carer Mizra called for the third medication. The lad put a new plaster on the leg injury. He also found the medical tape and wrapped some around the plaster. Thanks, Mirza!
I’m off to make a meal now.
Try to get it eaten before the Carer arrives.
It might be Carer Ejaz.
More to follow… Not a lot…
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A bit darker.
Oddly blue morning sky.
The calendar clock changed.
Hehehe!
Very Tasty!
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Ode to Inchies life-coping…
Ejaz rang the Dentist about internet form filling,
And very welcome he was, Spiffing!
It’s not alcohol, so he’ll soon be drinking…
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A gentle mist lingers.
No cheesey-topped bread rolls.
Yellow mini tomatoes and
Fridge filled again.
Aha, my favourites, pod peas.
THE FEAST!
Still misty.
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Ejaz arrived and had a lot to do to help me today.
Ejaz took the waste bags with him as he left.
Smidge of guilt: I had to refill the nibble-holders yet again. I thought I did this yesterday? Have I been nibbling at night or during a seizure?
Ejaz did a decent job getting the pad on. Being unsure, we agreed to apply Cetraben rather than the barrier cream under the pad. Looking good!
Back on the blogging. I was bothered by this happening occasionally. haviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Do you have any tips on what I’m doing wrong?
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I nipped into the Porcelain Throne in response to my innards. Never been known before, the first part of the evacuation was Constipation Konrad in control. Tough to pass, then followed by a Trotsky Terence splurty, liquidish, and even a different colour. Am I losing my mind here, or what? Kharki to dark brown. Honestly! 
Hehehe!
Then, I got the food with the substituted products put away. Got the fresh stuff stored first, including the pork tomatoes that were 
substituted with beef tomatoes. The Silesian pork sausages were substituted with chicken sausages. The drinks to 
bicarbonate of soda just before drinking. The refrigerator was decently loaded up. I rang my friend Jenny about the beef sausage, and she asked her husband, Frank, a wonderful neighbours. She will put them in her freezer and remind me later when I can have them back to dine on. Bless them.
I’m not sure what happened to my left wrist.
Oh, and I bought a square, well, rectangular-shaped 
The wheelchair I was measured for arrived today. It folded almost flat and fit in the hallway behind the four-wheeled walker chair.
Sourdough baguettes as well. I’ll have one of these tonight. No-butter buttered, with tomatoes, sausages and potatoes. Or as Herr 
Starmer might say, hostages. 
. Taken in the rain, it didn’t last for long, though, just for a few minutes or so. If that long.
Ejaz noticed the 
leg was seemingly flaring up and was bleeding a bit again. So he cleaned it up, creamed it, and put a 
plaster on it for me.
The Carer is due any time now, last call.
I caught a picture of another shower as the sun was falling.
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I unfortunately fell against the walker’s wheel, 
then did a decent shoulder charge on the edge of the door frame going into the wet room.
passing, but cleaning up afterwards. Sticky, gooey, mega pungent, Light Kharki and straw-like… A right mess! It made it harder with the three-ply toilet paper that I foolishly bought a pack of 12 rolls from Iceland. Tsk! I’ve seen bigger postage stamps! 
I went to empty the day bag, and took this snapshot of it and my leg.
on other things, I suppose. I went into the front junk room as the sun was coming, and put my legs on a chair and snapped them. Looking much better today. Of course, now that the catheter straps have been moved to be cleaned, they are hurting. Well, that’s life! I’ve
just noticed that Raynaud’s disease affected a much larger area of the toes today. When to put the kettle on and go back to 
the computer. I took this snap from the kitchen window. Carer Ejaz arrived. Boy, was he going to be a saviour in a while? Yes!
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, vicious torso-based visit from Anne Gyna, and 
a few seconds later.
room, bless him. Thank heavens he was here. He’s sorting the medication drawer in this snap. Thanks, Ejaz, as I said, you saved the day! After I began to come back to as near to normal as I’ll ever be, I wondered if I’d had one of those mini-seizures at the same time as the shakes & leg dance? I certainly felt that way after having this humdinger of a dance.
After Ejaz had left, I sat down and spent a few hours working on the blog. I took the snap on the right as I refilled 
another water bottle.
I topped up the happenings reminder notepad. And suddenly, 
I was slowly recovering, getting better over time, and this improvement continued at an alarming rate. A bit of rain later on. I took the snap above to the left through the kitchen window. I thought it seemed to have a calming influence. Why? No idea.
Vegetable pastie, boiled potatoes, red onions, tomatoes, Silesian sausage, garden peas & a lemon vegan dessert.
I think the Accifauxpas took a bit more out of me this time, as I was wearied much earlier than usual. Gave up on the computer and tried after eating, tried to get my head down. But sleep would not come. Nothing unusual in this.
I noticed the moon through the tattered, thin old curtains and took a couple of pictures of the setting sun.
The second snapshot was taken as close as the camera would allow. I’m pleased with how it came out; it’s better than my other attempts. 
visits today, admittedly only short ones, but it helped the difference with Horis & 
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Imagine getting a meeting with Herr Starmer?
I woke up late yet again at 07:00 hours. Took off the catheter night bag. Gathered the a
do the Ablutions & Medicationings.
bleeding, drying off, and getting 
Germoloided. It was a struggle to stop the bleeding this time. Internal and external piles had been torn by the monster’s evacuation during his escape. Hahaha! 
A twinge of sadness came as I took this snapshot of my beloved tree copse.
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So, I did.
Shortcake and Vegan Cookies in one, Worcester sauce-flavoured crisps in the other. 
Made up some bladder-filler bottles of spring water with different flavours, and put them in the fridge for morning use.
What a fantastic sky!
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THIS DAY OF OUR LORD
Much improved on yesterday.
First chicken view.
Health Checks Done
Done. Only got as far as sitting on the Porcelain Throne, nothing evacuated again!
Hope something moves soon!
Got the cheesy rolls out of the refrigerator.
Second kitchen photo.
Checked the fridge, the
Third kitchen window shot.
Another brew made,
Two more bottles of water were made up.
Nice!
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A new medication, called Ziprasidone,
Took off the night bag and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Huh! Reversal in evacuation style from yesterday. Troskty Terence was back in the lead. No doubt to be closely followed by Constipation Konrad in this afternoon’s visit, or on Saturday morning’s session. That will be interesting. Hahaha!
Carer Ejaz arrived and checked the legs and body; medications were then issued. He was soon gone, off to get the bus.
A lightning-fast wash; why, I nearly got wet. Hehe!
I took a snap of the new day catheter pouch on my leg. I’ve kept it clean. Well, the muslin bag needed a bit of a jiggle to make it comfortable… but that’s my fault. I weakened, responded to the itching on the top strap, with some stern scratching of it. That’s not in the picture, in case any haemophobes see it. Hehe! I noticed that the legs and feet looked a little red this morning. It’s possible that I set the camera to the wrong setting. (I found that I had, later)
The moment I realised it was a food delivery driver over the intercom, I fell into a deep depression. Why? I’ll tell yer all about my second gig shopping cock-up of the week! This one was expected next week, as well as Tuesdays that were expected next Thursday. At least I think that’s right. I was boiling mad at myself! Swore, sulked, cursed a bit more, and considered popping on the balcony and opening a window… Never-mind.
kicked in, and 
Crikey, look at all the bags!
I literally had to throw some away to make room for the new food that was incoming.
Cheesy Topped cobs again! No room in the freezer!
Emptying a carrier with more crisps and biscuits in it, I found this article, which, for an unknown reason, I thought I was buying toilet cleaner stickers.
Bottles due…
I meant to put Horis’ rating as 0.05%
My feet were a bit red again. It doesn’t show in the photograph, but the contents of the catheter bag seemed to glow with a luminescent light.
And I soon demolished the remaining fodder in the dish. Very tasty, I think that 
Today was so depressing overall. 
made the day a misery. I bet you find 
made it so difficult for me to make the right choices amongst the options it offered. My awareness and grasp of logicality were all to co
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Night pouch off and emptied.
Took this kitchen shot on my way to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Curious if it will be /constipation Conrad or Trosky Terrence in charge. 
Got even more peas in now! And two orange cream balls, which I put in the fridge.
Naughty beer-battered chips!
Hurrah! Silesian Sausages and Polish Country Sausages. Some smoked pork loin, too.
I put the TV on, on the third try, to take my mind off how I was feeling. Within minutes, the fog, haze, loss of balance, & dizziness started to clear. I don’t want to go through that again. I’d already lost a total of two hours through this new style seizure. Or rather, the coming out of it. Lately, they never seem the same after seizures.
Care Mizra, noticed my right leg has swollen, and the left one has shrunk. He ointmented the right leg. But overall, the Lymphorrhoea in my legs & feet had got a lot better than yesterday’s flare-up.
Early evening view.
A self-taken 3D photo? Haha!
I caught the beautiful late sunset
Then did a zoomed-in 
Not bad at all.