– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What did we do when info was ungoogleable?
A history homework exam, no answer. Inexcusable!
The library was closed, and Father was unhelpful!
What date was the battle for Constantinople?
Must I guess? No, the answer must be veridical,
If I fail another exam, I’m in for some ridicule,
How can I avoid risking the vituperable?
Pray to a God or something Mystical?
Miss school? Go the doctor with summat mythical?
No, that would be naughty and cynical,
Maybe give someone a phone call?
We don’t have one; how do I sort out this puzzle?
Visit my doctor, give teacher some tarradiddle,
I’m not a good liar, I’d not be believable,
Use a phone box. Yes, I’ve got a testrill…
Don’t know anyone with a phone… Testicles!
Yes, I do. I could call Auntie Carol,
Off to the GPO box, rained poured down terrible!
Ah, no phone book was available!
I resigned myself to my fate; I was threnetical,
Walked home. The rain died down to a trickle,
Dad’s gone out and locked me out. I’m in a pickle!
My thinking was in three-dimensional!
To me, the problem was not trivial,
The rain poured again, now torrential,
Knocked neighbours door, for shelter and a natter,
No answer, so I went for a soaking wet toddle…
Got in the outside toilet, passed a traditional,
Dad came back; he got a bit physical…
But dry at last, I almost felt triumphal,
Dad said, 1453. Then hit me with his belt buckle! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
05:10hrs: After a night spent more waking than sleeping. I felt surprisingly alert and relatively active, lasting approximately one minute. This was a first for me: I fell out of the hospital bed because I overreached to get at the nocturnal night bag, which, for some unknown reason (well, it was Glaucoma Gladys, really), I thought was leaking. I rushed to get it upright after it fell off the safety bar holder. I landed face down on my slippers and the waste basket, in a semicrumpled painful heap! Then, as I recovered and grasped the bed to haul my gigantic body up, the quilts lost their grip, and there I was on the floor again, covered by the outer quilt and face down this time. I stayed there for a while to get my bearings and breath back. Then, after doing some deep breathing, I set about mountaineering my way up onto the bed. Either I had a seizure or else, inconceivably, I’d got up onto the bed and was sitting there safely, in two minutes! This couldn’t be right. How did I do that so quickly, and I may add, almost painlessly to boot? Had I just dreamt these events? No, the bent waste basket was in sight. Now, put it in the waste chute. Tsk! Then the aches from the bruised arm, and I went into a clearly identified seizure, which I think lasted for five minutes or so. I needed a little longer doing nothing, which I did. Incredulously, I did not feel depressed or angry with myself. I decided to get the ablutions done ASAP and apply some Phorpain gel to the cartilages, back, and neck afterwards. It sounded logical to me. .
I got sidetracked from my plans as soon as I went to check the kitchen for running taps, open doors, or left-on stoves. They were all as they should be.
This morning, the moon was much smaller and had lost its red/orange tinge. Kodak Tim 2 was used to take these snaps of the planet. They are not as good as yesterday’s, which were not as good as the day before.
Well, these went well overall! There were just two nicks shaving. The bowl of water I used to stand in to clean the feet was not tipped over. There were no tumbles in the wet room. And I seemed to get them done quickly—but did I? I was not rushing. The medicalisationing was not so successful. Because I could not reach my back to put the ointment on the bruises, Acne or eczema on my back. I’ll ask the carer, to help when he comes. As usual, the worst medicating bit was applying and rubbing in the stinging ointment . Not that it bothered me, of course. Ahem! I got the pain gel cream on and .
Duties.
Trotsky Terence had an even greater bearing on this morning’s evacuation. Phoo! The stink almost overpowered me. Soft yet sticky and smelly. Karki coloured. Eurgh!
Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ailments, seizures, Glaucoma Gladys, Peripheral Neropathy, dying neurotransmitters, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, is how I recovered so well after the two tumbles? Feeling alright again now. The bruises and back pain are bothering me, but nothing is serious.
I made myself my first mug of Glengettie tea since last Thursday. I’ve never gone three days without a brew of tea since I’ve been here! I noticed it was only 07:20 on the clock calendar, which matched the computer’s. However, how did I get everything sorted out, abluted and on the computer so quickly?
Carer Arhem arrived as I was about to hoover the hallway. (It never got done!) The lad put on my diabetic socks, issued the prescription medications, and reminded me of the vitamin B12 tablet. We chatted for a minute or two, as best we could, and then he did an Alert Alarm Battery Check with the NCC Control. We said our “Taras,” literally. I explained what it meant a week ago, and he uses it every call now. Bless him. He’s a lovely lad.
Keeps visiting for shorter periods but more often today, uo to now anyway. , and were regular, and the were more active than ever
I took this shot through the balcony doors. Then, the fatigue hit me earlier in the day than ever. It might be connected to the tumbles. I still can’t understand how I’m not in worse condition. I’m not complaining, mind you. Oh, no! I am more tired than ever. I have to just stop.
Never got back on the computer again today. I’ll try to catch up tomorrow. Not good this. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – GRIM REAPERS DELIGHT – – –– – – STARTED WELL! – – – – – – Calendar Changed – – – >>>>><<<<< >>>>><<<<<
– – AXIOMS WARNING ODE – – I selected my lifelong axioms, Since which there’s been ablations, The occasional abstentions… Some short-lived additions, After some cerebrations… Many more reconfigurations, Now not looking like my intentions, More like pseudo-inventions, This gave me mental-contusions, To mingle in with my confusions, Did I opt for these delusions? A list of unwanted dissentions, Life should come with enchiridions, With specific instructions! Beware of HMG’s cacodemons… Politicians who talk in idioms, Caution with HMG’s maelstroms, Dating ovolactovegetarians, Eating together? Prognostications! Put oligarchs on your pogroms, Learn from quinquagenarians, Fear the con artists’ clarions, Dementia attacks parts of the cerebrum. Check for correct reflections, Fear not Government defections, They think they’re all phenoms, Anticipate political desertions, Believe not their tergiversations, Recreancies, disloyalties, deceptions, Their deceit, lies & fabrications, Codology, slyness & defraudations This is the same for all Nations! To survive, you’ll need patience… Sufferance, fortitude, & resolution, Armageddon, there’s no solution!
>>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I spent the night more awake than sleeping, which is not different from the last few nights, following the massive 5 hours of sleep I got four nights ago. The mini-seizures returned this afternoon. I wonder where they disappeared to so suddenly? The feeling of fatigue is still with me. I have kept feeling I need to sit, rest, and sleep all the time recently. Sometimes, I can nod off quickly, but within a couple of minutes, I’m shooting awake again without any tangible. A bit like when nothing had changed from when was with me. No questioning the facts. That was winning the mood stakes again this Monday. What things will be like tomorrow worries me. I’ve got to get up early to do the ablutions, or maybe do them tonight when I should be catching up on my sleep. Might be best for me to leave the nocturnal pouch on until it is near the time for the lift, and make a list of things needed to take with me. I dread having to go all through the process of booking appointments at the Audio Clinic, and then getting the lift sorted for when I’ll have to go back to pick-up to the clinic to pick up the refurbished or new hearing aids weeks later.
Thank heavens that Carer Joe sorted them out for me this time. I’ve got on the list; Cash to pay for the lifts, Reading glasses, crossword book and pen, Bank Card, and remember to take the non-working hearing aids with me with the others when I leave the flat. Oh, ‘eck! I just remembered. I’ve got a food order coming in the morning, too. Well before the lift is due, but I might have to do the ablutions and medications very early in the morning or tonight. I’m sure I’ve missed something on the list.
I know the chances must be zero, but I’d love to see the lady I spoke with last time I went to the Audio Clinic. I listened to her problems, the lady has as well. I could have cried for her. I think she enjoyed being able to talk to someone non-medical about the problems she is having. Of course, I knew how she felt. She said that she told the doctor about some of the things that were happening, and she was sure the doctor just didn’t believe her. I didn’t get her name or number, but I might be brave enough to ask her if she is there again in the waiting room. She told me it took the medics three years to diagnose it. I just looked it up on Google; In the UK, an estimated 50 to 100,000 people are affected by Functional Neurological Disorder (FND) in the community, with about 8,000 new diagnoses per year. The annual incidence is estimated at 4-12 per 100,000 people. My doctor is in denial about me having it and is putting it down to my . I waffled a bit there, and now I’m even more behind with the flipping blog! Sorry, I have to rush!
This first photo saved alright, but I lost several others.
Two hours later.
Another half-hour.
After sunset shot. Nice!
More photos off into the ether, and four joined them when they disappeared from the file! Arrgh! Including the beef in black bean meal photo.
I’m unsure when or why I took this one. The bladder waters. It is possible that it is an older photo that was missed or that it was used earlier.
Worried about Tuesday’s trip to the Audio Clinic. There will not be much on Tuesday’s blog. This one is already terribly short on photos and detail.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ODE 2: TIPS (Part 2.143) Seek not what you fancy, But what to you is needy, Definitely owt urgently, Try to live amenably, amiably, Things happen accidentally… Which can affect you mentally, Living cheekily, cheerily, chirpily… Sounds wonderful to me, This ode is wrote circumlocutory, I’ll let you know about my catatony,
When I read it up in my dictionary! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Hahaha! Cheers Each! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The Carer took shots of the much-improved Vasculitis-Vanessa’s right leg and ankle. Improving nicely now. Although the ankle is still resistant. I decided not to ask the lad to put any squabs or bandages on tonight.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I had a good meal last night. I gave it a 9/10. As I watched the Brighton v Nottingham Forest FA Cup Match, Sister Jane reminded me of it being on TV when I phoned her. While eating and watching the match, I kept falling asleep. Dagnab it! But the Carer came and woke me up, then the surgery telephoned me. Then the water alarm activated. Then I had to empty the catheter contraption, return to the chair, and doze off while the match was on. I decided to give up. I was just too tired, and I thought I might get a decent night’s sleep in for once. Hahaha!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – >>>>><<<<< >>>>>Starmer Ode No.325¼<<<<< He’s a Scrooge-like abrogator… Cut fuel help for every pensioner, A Labour Party principles nullifier, Ignores the core values of Labour, Fuel and food prices get higher, He takes many an illegal backhander, Proletariats’ futures looking bleaker, Takes the maximum self-paid bonsella, Checking MPs’ expenses is not on his agenda! I worry for Keir’s mental-cenesthesia, As he seeks freebies at his many colloquia, He may not be farceur, but he is farcicaler, Politically, a liar, deluder, and deceiver, A Labour supporters faith-severer, The Labour voters own derogator, What happened to nationalising power? And British Rail’s return… he’s a fibber! He’s Europe’s finest thimblerigger, I would willingly handle his vivisepulture! >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Another repeated waking-up with jumps nights sleep. I had a long verbal and then physical tussle to convince the brain to get the reluctant body out of bed. This took a while and some discomfort.
My mind wandered as I sat there on the Throne. Tomorrow is the Audio Clinic appointment. I must prepare everything needed beforehand. The following shave was a bloodless affair. Yes! Apart from forgetting to put the cream on my ankles, tummy, Germoloid groin, and grapefruit-sized right testicle and apply the eye spray, it all went well. Haha! Oh, I did stop the bleeding , and I used the ultra-stinging Terbinafine to stop the bleeding. Went back in the wet room to olive oil my earholes and other missed medicationalisationings.
The young Caregiver arrived as I was finishing making up the waste bags. No leg bandaging needed. Joe issued the Medications. Then he checked the taps, fridge door, and stove and trotted off.
I turned on the computer and started this blog, then worked on the Ode for Tuesday in Word.
12:45hrs: I finally got the order to transfer, but now the photos are not being moved! I’ll keep trying and surviving, and possibly start crying!
FOOTBALL ON TV The Carer arrived. He said he would look at my emails later tonight. WEIRD SEIZURES: This did not happen due to sudden fatigue. Not a seizure as such. I nodded off and woke repeatedly until 03:15 hrs, when I suddenly woke up and stayed awake. I was in a confused picklement. No memory of a carer calling, but they had been because they’d fitted the nocturnal night bag, and I could taste the Warfarin. The last call, I remember bits of, the diabetic socks coming off, I think I may have dropped the tablets. One was on the carpet when I eventually got up.
Piccies that I managed to save later. Not sure if the day is right. I think it was an afternoon shot, so I must have got up sometime after the fatigue set in. I’m not sure if I got the meals in order.
The Weirdest Day of March! Sensations like never before. The sudden falling of fatiguedness, so few seizures (as I recognise them). I genuinely think I nodded and woke dozens of times throughout the late afternoon, night & morning. I somehow felt only weary, yet not overly tired or exactly poorly. Manifested mightily and toyed with my brain throughout. It was a bizarre, eerie, idiosyncratic, schismatic, almost other-wordly insanity-inviting day! Half in depression – half in la-la land.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Past & Present Thoughts So many things I have not achieved, Things unknowingly that I’ve advocated, Things to which I have affiliated, Wrong understandings assumed… Opportunities that have been annulled, Politicians’ lies that I’ve absorbed! >>><<< So often I’ve been beguiled, I’ve also a record of being brabbled, I’ve been shot twice and bastinaded, PN made me often bloviated, Several times been mugged, & burgled, Several times a day, I get baffled! >>><<< I don’t want to be cryopreserved, Or have any part of me conserved, I’d like to have my cancer cured, And to painlessly pass a turd, I’d love to be less mentally tormented, I’ve no fears of being terminated! >>><<< In my youth, naughtily I malappropriated, From guilt, could I be manumitted? With a nurse that was matriculated, We twinned, merged, merrily mangled, Verily, this memory is now mullered, I loved it when we miscegenated! >>><<< I may have, at times, over-pontificated, Nowadays, I’m more likely to be perturbed, Many of my plans have been precipitated, Not one of them now, have prevailed, Far too often, I’ve been pasquinaded, I’m a proletariat, pseudo-sophisticated! >>><<< My life was challenging, fun, spirited… Worked its way to getting shemozzled, Little happened for which to be satisfied, How often do you think I was shanghaied? No opportunities to be a symposiast, Now mentally & physically subjugated! >>><<< Now, put mildly, I often feel depressed, Disregarded, unnoticed or uncontented, Always when Depression Duncan visited, Doreen Dementia’s confusion is unprecedented, Short term memory, to the ether, unremembered, Long term? That’s nowhere near as affected, >>><<< Thinking back to do this ode, I excogitated… It’s not really clear or well elucidated, But I was not very well educated, I considered having it expurgated… But that would entail it being expedited, Although it’s no worse than I expected, >>><<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Help with the laundry from Carer Ahram. Who also went through the paperwork with & for me.
Telephone calls from the Doctors’ Surgery.
The INR DVT Clinic, confirmation of the INR being too high and to make sure I’d got the new dosages sheet. Reminding me to check that the carers are giving me the correct dosage of Warfarin. The lady sounded a little concerned about this.
Matron Jackie telephones. She is going to try to get me help with the shopping. I will only need one trip to Sherwood a week, and it will only be for an hour each week. She also said she would see about getting me a wheelchair for the Caregiver to use to take me shopping. I explained this to Arham, a very helpful Caregiver. Thanks, mate.
I spent ages drying the returned laundry on the two airers. Ahram loaded them up for me. Photos below.
So I didn’t get this blog started until late Thursday morning. Gonna be a quickie again.
– – Jolly Good Day! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My beloved Tree Copse: free of adversity, I used to walk through it, daily, Stopping to talk to a bush or tree… Or a feral rat, a being-walked doggie, Crows, insects, I once saw a garganey, I loved these copse-walks initially, But now I’m not up to it, even weekly, I can see it from the flat’s balcony, But it wrangles me intractably, My health I consider detestationally, I can’t even walk up the entrance pathway, Cartilages, Arthur itis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Glaucoma, Anne Gina, too much you see… I adored getting out & about, naturally, Maybe one day? I’m thinking miraculously… But I won’t, I’ll never have the ability, Bad enough being incapable physically, Reality is harder to cope with mentally, I wonder if the plant life & animals miss me? Bird poo, that dropped on me seemed aimingly! Those crows knew how to poo accurately, Trips & tumbles, bites & stings for free, I miss my daily walks so atrociously, I can’t manage the uphill bit unaidedly, The downhill bit would be just as risky, This ode has brought on a feeling of inefficacy, I still love my Tree Copse, albeit incongruously! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I had a slightly better kip last night. Still broken up, but at least I know why this time. The guilty ailment was chiefly . She was persistent with it. I think I may have had a few nocturnal seizures as well. So many wake-ups, but my response was different for some of them, and it took me a lot longer to get back to sleep after a few of them. There were none of the episodes and a few of the . Did you see that? I was being diagnostic, investigative, and problem-solving, on the verge of being semi-logical in my assessment of the night’s kipping difficulties?
I removed the night bag from the day bag, and bending down, I got a visit from … that was a bad one. In the late afternoon, while on the computer, he called again and was even more effective. I had a good few today.
I perked up a little, made a brew of Glengettie, and turned on the computer to finish Tuesday’s blog. It was a breeze! But it took me five hours due to basic errors a ten-year-old would be proud of.
It looked bleak outside, with a bit of drizzle.I did some hoovering and sorted the waste bins. Then, I felt guilty about the mess in the wet room that still needed to be cleaned, so I went to the wet room. 1
I only mixed up with the gear I just stacked up to make room to do the mopping! I landed on the pile of the shower chair, buckets, mops, bowls and towels, knocking them over and hitting the trolley and the cosmetics, gel, disinfectant, bleach, aftershave, toothbrush, scissors, and some medications. Now I’ve a bruised rib cage.
Miraculously, I didn’t go down to the floor and stayed on top of the rubbish. So, at least I didn’t have to crawl to the junk room on all fours to drag myself back onto my feet! Phew! Thanks lads! 🙏🏼
The Caregiver arrived, Ahram, I think. Or was it Joe? It was almost definitely one or the other. After I got the medications sorted and my socks on, the door chime rang out. It was the Asda delivery. While I was taking in the groceries, I had another of those danged dangerous Whoopsies! 2 My carer Ahram was assisting me to get the groceries in the door, and , gave way and I dropped the walking stick. I slid down with my back against the wall and plumped on a pack of six (approx. 5-inches high) mini-mineral spring water bottles onto my bum. With both knees doubled up, Arthur Itis and the Cartilages were agony!
For more than one reason. Both knees, the cartilages and as I found out later, the bleeding haemorrhoids where I landed on the water bottles!
Both chaps set about getting me up again. I thanked them for being there at the right time to rescue me, get me on my feet, and get me into the chair! Carer
Ahram set to putting the fodder away, so there were no photographs of the food, as there usually would be. When I recovered, I took a snap of the fridge, freezer, and the bladder-demanding water.
The fridge. The freezer. The waters.
I took another kitchen window shot.
The day’s original Beloved Copse shot.
To the left of the window and down a bit. (Do you recall ‘The Golden Shot’?)
The time has flashed by with little getting done other than the blog.
The wetroom is still in a mess.
The Haemorrhoids have stopped bleeding at last.
I think I’ve gained some more bruising on the ribs and back. And for some reason, my top and bottom lips are now bleeding. Huh!
Will I ever again get a decent injury-free day?
Or a night with some unbroken sleep? Silly questions to ask!
A ready-made beef in gravy with colcannon mashed potatoes. I added the last can of minced beef in gravy, carrots, and peas. Added some Marmite to the mixture and stirred it all up. Just four minutes in the microwave & it was ready-to-eat. It tasted superb! It was so good that I didn’t eat any of the bread.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Constipation, Anne Gyna & Seizures, Two tumbles, Trouble w’ catheters, Doreen Dementia, more Accifauxpas, Arthur Itis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were oozing, Glaucoma Gladys, things hard to see, No time to start feeling lonely, I was never truly alone today!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I was feeling sorry for myself, quintessentially, Dementia, loneliness, seizures lurked parlously, A large bottle of cider persuadingly, My brain was acting preoccupiedly, Depressions, psych-asthenias, never free, The cider was more prepossessingly, Mentally, things buzzed peculiarly, I should worry about things pecuniary, I hadn’t a lot; now, no perspicuity, My life is turning proverbially… Am I going pseudo-hallucinatory? I really don’t feel tensed or querulously, Moments of genuine highs, then reality, Inner visions of tangibility, palpability, Then I lose this fantastic ability… I accept this annoying fait accompli, Life returns to being recessionary, For just seconds, I react angrily, I look again at the cider, splenetically, I must address my shortage of specie, A seizure grips, yet subconsciously… I talk with myself untrustingly, I see, hear nothing, turn sycophantishly, Was I in a state of spatiotemporally, Should I have bought cider or saki? I bored myself, tautologically, With the brain, I had a long tracasserie, Self-hate, haughtiness & pomposity, Nastily, offensively, vitriolically, but only to me, On a downer, life’s a travesty! Tonight, it might be cider instead of tea! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Sleep is not good…
Seizure rife…
But I’d not moaning… Oh, No!
6½hrs Kip! Not a lot…
But much better than the last four days.
No domestic help again.
So I spent most of the day cleaning.
Not much was done.
Sorry about that.
The nocturnal bag rating was a four!
First photo of the view.
I did my best, but things tarted to bleed. I gave up.
Ablutions & Medications; I dropped the razor shaving. It’s not worth saying, but only two nicks.
However… Retrieving the razor, I trapped my arm amidst the trolley as Cartilage Chloe gave way. Just as well, I did cause the entanglement stopped me from going down and hitting the deck. Nice one! Got back to the computer and took this snap as I battled to understand what the messages were about that came up on booting. I still don’t know. I gave up.
Started the hand washing and airing.
What a hue the sky had changed to!
I noticed that somebody in the flat had not changed his c176 clock calendar date! Hehe!
So, I did!
Doing the cleaning as a mammoth job that did for me! It took me so long to get so little done!
Teatime delivery from Ocado. Costly!
Got some chips in the oven for the evening meal. Oven chips in the oven.
At last, a meal I enjoyed!
Sandra’s Mini-Seizures kicked off, and she stayed for a few hours. I wanted to try the computer again, so I left it until the morning (which turned out to be Sunday night) to try and get it finished.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CHOICES– – – – Too much, too little, is there anymore?
Front, side, bedroom, or living room door?
Rich, impecunious, oligarch or poor?
Balerina, Waltzer, or mayhap a bebopper?
Loyal, lover, husband, wife or bedhopper?
Alcho, wino, smoker or a teetotaller?
Perishable, eternal, dead or maternal?
Colchester, Uttoxeter, or Westminster?
Mistake-maker, MP or a grammaticaster?
Veggieburger, beefburger, or Gothenburger?
Mechanical, agricultural, or an inventor?
Alfred, Timothy, Paul, Doug or St. Peter?
Tested, tried, angsted, depressional or infernal? Jailer, janitor, justificator or justifier? Undaunted, heroic, rock-solid or a dodderer? Decisive, determined, a deluder or kowtowerer? Executioner, killer, butcher or a lecher?
Rolls Royce, BMW, Robin Reliant or lawnmower?
Massive, mountainous, mightier, or miniature?
A mover, manoeuvre, monster or misnomer?
Negotiator, nominator, narrator or negator?
An optimiser, organiser, observer or objecter? Procrastinator, profiter or prognosticator? Take a sweetener, gratuity, or a backhander? An aberration, dementia, or cacodemonomania? Presumpter, hypothesiser, or outright liar? Most choices would suit Herr Starmer! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I had another night of waking-ups. Danged if I know what was causing the jerking awakes. As far as I know, there were no Eric’s electric shocks up the leg. Anne Gyna didn’t wake me. No Shuddering Shoulder Shirley or PN leg shakes. Can’t remember any movements from Twitching-Neck Nigel, either. It may have been Thought-Storming Steve, but I’d usually remember after he calls on me. Just another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, which is causing me to lose my marbles? I’m just crumbling physically & mentally!
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I surrendered my thoughts of getting any sleep – yet again, as the worries and concerns of my current position took hold of my brain cells. The needs of the day were pondered over. The Iceland delivery. Ringing the Social Lady about the lack of a laundry service, financial assistance, domestic assistance, and the Prescription routine that I can’t grasp, leaving me short of tablets. I had been hoping to get these services from the new carers. Lovely carers; I would have run out of Warfarin had Akmar not called on his way home at the chemist, who rang the Doctor and issued some, which he brought to me. Thanks, mate! Now, the daunting task of mopping the wet room, washing, and hanging some nightshirts and socks is not easy with Metal Mickey, the four-pronged walking stick, being used simultaneously. It was a blessing & treat that at least was not in attendance. So, I decided to wash some socks and shirts. The dressing gowns are too heavy for me to handle, and despite having about six gowns, five of them are still in the laundry bag, waiting to be taken to the laundry. What I’m going to do, I don’t know! Ringing the chemist and Social Services to plead for help is my only option. Finally, I forced myself out of bed and emptied the nocturnal pouch.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 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. I think that was probably the cause of the bother. Next, I had the pleasure of struggling with the Yoahoules and ended up with cramps and Arthritis in my left hand from all the wringing out. I got all three finished. I might add that it was, putting it lightly, painful. Hehe!
I got them hung up in the wet room on the shower rails. I don’t think I can cope with this handwashing. Well, I can, I suppose, but it’s not the easiest of jobs. 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. Fancy that, me being unlucky! Humph!
Then, I had to clean up the mess from the spilt water, during which I splashed a little more, and the Water 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!
I’m EPO now. Extremely Pissed Off!
I made a brew of Glengetti and dunked a large cookie while looking out the window and feeling sorry for myself. I’m doing a lot of that lately. And has still not visited me yet, today. Just an extended spell of several hours of . Grumph!
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.
But can I find it? No!
ICELAND FOOD ARRIVED.
Many items are not available, but it is a Monday. The driver took the bags into the kitchen for me. Cleaning paraphernalia. Another insane Inchy glitch!
The cakes were part of a special of 5 for £5.
I thought I’d ordered only one and four other items. Another Inchy Whoopsiedangleplop there!
The six bags of Cheez-Its were stored away.
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.
I repeatedly tried to reach NCC Social Care in the afternoon, but the phones were still down.
So I called the prisons… I mean, the flats ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana. , who kindly told me to ring back later if I couldn’t get through. I couldn’t get through two more times, so I rang her back. After explaining my concerns, she kindly said she would try another line and rang me back an hour later.
But I got it wrong somewhere along the line, and it was the Carer Company that she rang. So I still need to let the Social lady know tomorrow.
The lady told Deana that the laundry, domestic, and Financial assistance are all known to the caregivers, and the ones today knew nothing about them.
So, I’ve got to carry on hand washing until someone tells the carers. Still, these things must happen when they are hastily called to take me on. I’m not sure how they will manage them during the duration of their ten-minute calls. No doubt things will get sorted eventually. I’m just getting more profoundly in the poo with the bank and tax letters, the laundry, and the medications routine I need to do. No, the Carer’s boss said they are to do the medications; again, they (the Caregivers) know nothing about this. It may come out alright eventually or drive me to suicide… you decide. Hehehe! Only joking! If anyone wants to buy five dirty dressing gowns and a laundry bag, I can supply them with softener and laundry capsules at a fair price. Haha!.
I really must get something to eat now.
As Arnie said, “I’ll be back!” Har-har!
I snapped the meal, but it was not on the card or Camera Tim 2. It seemed to have somehow ended up in the ether again.
Photo from earlier. Can you see the octopus?
I spoke with Carer Ahmed about the problem with the tasks I’m paying for not being done. We agreed that the medications I did last Monday would be taken over by him, and the chemist would be contacted each Monday starting next Monday. I will ask him if he can call the chemist if he calls while they are open so I can clarify what exactly needs to be done datewise, etc., and the timings.
I think we might be getting somewhere here.
It was very late by the time I got my head down for yet another ever-waking-up night’s lack of sleep.
I’d not had a shower or shave, and this blog has much left to do. Tomorrow, it will be another late finishing time, likely in the afternoon. But no blame is being passed to anyone. The two carers who said they did not know of the Financial, domestic, or laundry requirements seem decent chaps. They are time-constrained. Is that the right word?
Once things are clarified, I expect the Carers to start running more smoothly when we all know what’s what and arrange things so they have the time to get things done. I pray! Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow will be even busier, so less will be done on Tuesday’s blog. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski!
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HMG’s actions, most of them insincerely,
Killing pensioners, a target so easy…
We are ruled by Labour, conservatively!
What does it mean? Acting Starmerishly?
What to expect from your Labour MP?
There are some straights that we will see…
MPs are acting unethically, mendaciously,
Swindling, conspiratorially, & pretentiously,
Back-handedly, unmercifully, indifferently,
But they won’t match Starmer’s best ability,
His speeches & looks are perfectly smarmy!
Nor compete with natural insensitivity!
And how he lies? Scandalously!
I’m surrounded by beasts & beauty…
Call British Gas, get a humanoid robot,
Rang my doctor for an appointment, beggingly?
She telephoned me, you see,
For she couldn’t actually see me…
She phoned 8 days later; Great Scott!
She said something about age and caducity,
I told her of my problems… I’ve got a lot!
Seizures, Depression, Anne Gyna, etc. She said what?
I’ll ask the Matron if she’s got a slot…
For Matron, I’ve still got the hots,
8 days later, Matron came to see me,
Nothing has happened, well, I broke my teapot,
The NHS had gone all cockamamie!
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Nature has to take so much abuse,
The planet is doing so, too: what’s the use?
Convince ourselves of our own inadequateness?
It started with our predecessors,
Earth’s never been war-free,
Why can’t the world leaders see?
Only profit matters to the oligarchy,
We didn’t destroy our planet accidentally,
Rulers don’t accept it’s their responsibility,
The World ends by next January,
But that forecast is only approximately,
The reasons are no longer a mystery,
Overindulgence, inefficiently, caring insufficiently,
And it won’t end instantaneously!
Can you see the imbecility?
The end may arrive sooner & intentionally,
If God decides to go interventionally,
Few are interested in Jesusolatry…
This warning is only a preliminarily,
Can help come from the Flat Earth Society?
A million members, pseudonymously,
But it won’t matter soon… possibly…
One thing I forecast & guarantee,
It’ll all end ignominiously,
Hope you had a laugh. Now, for a mug of tea!
:::::: Another broken night’s sleep.Being the principal offender. I must have taken about a dozen or more. But did nod off back to sleep quickly after each one. It was not until 05:00hrs that Shaking Shoulder Shirley joined in.
I gave up and got up.
Amazingly, at 13:40 hrs, I’d only had one more electric shock, and they stopped altogether. Not that I’m moaning about that. The seizures were on and off, with one long one that seemed to take it out of me. DDDDD came on and was a @;/d of a deep one. This got me harassed. Then, I felt guilty about getting upset about the missing laundry service, domestic help, and financial help. I’d got a pile of letters and some emails to get sorted. But I think I might not get any assistance with this issue. (EQ told me) So, I spent hours and hours cleaning up and washing, and this blog suffered. Then, I sorted out, removing unwanted rubbish in the junk room for an hour or two. Not that it looks like I’d got much, if anything, done. Sorry. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 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.
Carer Joe came as I was having a seizure. I could talk and think I did a lot of it. What about? Unknown.
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.
Doing the blog at long last; I estimate I might get it done on about the 25th of November. Hehe!
Better get the food on. Oh, no, the last Carer’s call is close. Better leave it until he’s been. Well, I’m tired now! I’ve already prepped it: egg rice and battered chicken sweet and sour ready meal. Sliced water chestnuts, garden peas, and some light soy sauce have been added with extra sweet and sour sauce. It’s all prepared in the microwave dish in the fridge and only needs to be done for 4½-minutes. I bet you I’ll fall asleep and make a mess on the chair and floor while eating it.
After the food delivery and caregiver have gone, I’ll be back to finish this in the morning (sleep permitting). Hopefully, I’ll remember to call Social Services and the chemist to learn about this confusing ordering system. (Sugar! Just broke my mug!)
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?
The carer has been on his ten-minute visit.
Now, I can get my dinner for the day.
Very nice!
Hope the photos stay on this time! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFN – Have a great day. You deserve one! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today started pretty well: it soon began turning,
Depression: In three minutes & it was leaving,
Then a seizure, after which my head was reeling,
The carer called; I can’t recall all I was saying…
Was I talking? Was he listening?
I thought I’d mentioned the washing…
But I’m uncertain, that’s the thing,
Depression Duncan had really moved in,
I didn’t even do any ablutioning…
Or any physical medicationalisationing,
It took me 5 hours to do this simple Odeing!
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Even as DDDD left, my brain was busy,
I wanted to think of my ode’s lexicology,
But my thoughts spinning-changingly,
Past events, wrongs, what about the laundry?
The carer can’t get through to the pharmacy,
Happy Horis is back, albeit belatedly,
I can concentrate again, you see?
But still more to do, washing & medically,
There’s just not the time available for me,
I’ll just empty the catheter of pee…
And a heavy-duty visit to the lavatory!
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Then a seizure did manifest…
A short one, for two minutes at best,
Already feeling at my wretchedest,
If DDDD comes again, I’ll feel aghast,
I feel bad-done-to today, badassed,
I’m not a believer, but my crucifix clutched
DDDD stay away, I’m not a hypocondriast!
You made my mind vague & overcast,
Please don’t come piggybacked,
You’ll get my spirits & hopes ransacked,
If you do come, make it short & fast!
It’d be better for me it if you hadn’t trespassed,
Still, if you do, I’ll try to be steadfast…
I pray your previous visit will be your last!
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HMG spent £45m on anti-spyware,
Stored it in a warehouse, it’s still there,
Waiting for them to find the highest bidder,
It’s a toss-up twixt China & Russia,
This gives the taxpayers acroparesthesia!
Humans need to find more absorbency,
To live life happily, honestly & guiltlessly,
Accept that it’s fraudulent… I mean HMG,
Accept wars, murders, are Earthly,
How to do this? Don’t ask me!
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Life’s changed, it’s gone all skewwhiff,
With depression and war, some us live,
They called an oligarch now, not a toff
Murder, bribery, drugs and Smirnoff!,
If you need help, others just scoff,
The UK PM is a dishonest caitiff!
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Life can be confusing, adumbral,
Some disbelieving, others agnostical,
Some study things all aetiological,
These mysteries are inextirpable,
Most claims are agathokakological.
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Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled
masses yearning to breathe free,
Commoners, proletariat & bourgeoisie,
Things grew more criminogenically,
Now we have borders & Trumpery,
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Life can yet become more scarier,
People can get more sneerier,
Good deeds, help, will be scantier,
Undoubtably less sincere & trustier,
Hopefully, the ladies will get sultrier!
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Waste time worrying, of things imminent,
Carers, nurses, else solitary confinement,
Seizures, dementia, falls, being impercipient,
Ending up with a self-immurement,
Seeking a mental & physical demulcent.
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No time to get anything done in the first 10 hours. In the dawn, and it was well gone 15:00hrs before. DDDD and the Mini-Seizures finally stopped.
The worst and longest-ever depression.
It’s now nearly 16:00hrs. And I’m going to get the ablutions and medications seen to now.
I spoke with the Caregiver about whether they are doing the domestic and laundry for me. It is not known yet. The Caregiver rang the chemist again for me but could not get through this time either. He said I was now deficient on Warfarin tablets. He returned later, after contacting the chemist, with a box of Warfarin. Thanks!
Computer problems again.
The seizures were all mini, I think, anyway.
I spent hours trying to get the photos on and gave up.
I deleted all the photos taken, and in the late evening, I tried again. The computer was slow, but in the morning I could save some! Not a lot, though.
I could see things (Seeing things in clouds, Pareidoliaing).
The nature of the clouds varied in this scene.
A Cornish pastie, beetroots and French fries.
And a lemon fool dessert.
Followed by some Cheezy nibbles, and a can of shandy. I can now drink from cans again. After giving up, due to the lack of teeth, more water was going on me and the surrounding area than got down the throat. The miracle solution, you ask? The dentist didn’t want to remove all my teeth and make me dentures, so I used a straw! Can’t see how I’d not thought of this before. Haha!
Sorry, I don’t have much on, but I did a bonus ode.
I managed to get this after-sunset photo to go on in the morning. It’s quite a different aspect in this one.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today’s problems were eclectic, DDDD made things so tenebrific, Help from a carer, that was terrific👍🏻! Seizures & DDDD were both horrific! One call from , vitriolic, DDDD makes me feel ‘Depressionaholic!’ I’ve never been less enthusiastic… My thoughts confused, ever-changing, zebraic, Carer ‘Joe’ helped me with matters urologic👍🏻, one visit; can you beleive it!
When DDDD returned, it was dolorific. Oh, and neurotransmitter shocks of electric! One seizure left me soporific, almost hypnotic, I told Matron Jackie I hope she looks into it, I’d like them to give me a full mental audit… With DDDD, life gets less etheric,
It concentrates on feeling depressic!
I must stop doing odes docudramatic!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TO THE WORLD – – Affluence, finance, profit, I find anticlimactic, Do I need help? Possibly neuropsychiatric? The end of the world, although slightly dramatic, Will it be wars or maybe something pathogenic? It’s easy for us now to retrodict, Did the end start with the launch of Sputnik? Then the Cold War, the Berlin lift, Leaders became warmongers, without a shamanic, Of course, I write with the pen of a pedantic, The need for alcohol and drugs to be romantic, Humankind is to blame, clearly; it’s apodictic, I can’t really say that this is pathetic… Living life for pleasure, the pace is frenetic… Citizens live or die, it’s all aleatoric, Children crushed hiding in an attic… No food, medications for the dying asthmatic, Young, old, Anti-Muslim, anti-Semitic, Terrorist Governments, Anders Breivik, Warmongers reign, ruling more absolutistic, Putin and Starmer are over bureaucratic… Their compassion is theoretical, hypothetical, Repeatedly, innocents slain, it’s almost archaic, Families, babies, running, hiding, antidromic… In fear, mayhap, of something atomic? We don’t look the same; we’re not concentric… Humans, surely we’re kindred, congeneric? Oligarchs, weapon suppliers formed a clique, I can see a link to things dinosauric… The state of the world is almost phantasmagoric, They don’t see the dangers; they’re altruistic, We voted them into power, is it time to quetch? Politicians self-empowering remain recidivistic, If we all worked for peace, it would be soporific, If this dream could come true, it’d be terrific! We’ve no chance of ridding ourselves of the sadistic, That makes me feel even more pessimistic… I’ll have to stop here; I’ve got problems urologic! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Up to the neck in it. Computer problems again. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A seven onb the NHS Richter-Scale card. Hehe!
I went into the kitchen to make a brew and had to try again to take a decent moon shot. With such a dark sky, my hopes were high. Not really! Ah, well!
Handwashed the thin dressing down.
Off to the wet room. I started with the usual seated part of the session.
The saving brought only one cut worth mentioning. The medicationing went fine! Really! Honest! However, when getting the fresh PPs on; , I took a selfie a few minutes later with Kodak Tim 2.
From the computer, many things go wrong after the Windows update was installed. I wasted hours & hours!
The Carer arrived, Akmad or Joe, Akmad I think.
A late afternoon shot with Kodak Tim 2, Can anyone see the creature’s face in these clouds that I can? The late Carer found it straight away. But not the other one. Nor did the nurse… I think that she thought I was pulling her leg. Until I pointed out the facial features.
I prepped the meal for later cooking. It’s a bit of a mixture. I hope it will taste better than last night’s terrible, inedible effort. I sliced some water chestnuts with a can of beef stew with a microwave chilli con carne. I left it in the microwave cooking box in the fridge.
Then, I crossed my fingers and went on WP to start this blog. Will it let me put the early photos on, but several I took before the food snap would go on as some other file?
I have no idea what will happen. The preview is correct, but it’s all a frustrating mystery to me.
