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I realise I’ve got many a fault & problem…
I even understand some of them.
My brain? Unkown voices & crepitation,
Telling me to go on a one-man demonstration,
Mind -rot seems to have accumulated,
No correlation, consultation, or construction
Diagnose them at the culmination,
But what gives me this conception,
I’ve broken my best picker-upperer,
My mindset forever changes,
I wanted to be an agriculturist,
To plant, grow and sell agrics,
This morning I took a few knocks,
Nimra took off my strapping & sock,
She said it’s bleeding, but not a lot,
Adding, no, it was Lymphoedema,
Fluid leaks from your weeping oedema,
She’ll phone later to inform the nurses,
Which I thought would be auspicious,
I can give them their pressies for Christmas!
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Up at 04:10hrs! I am a fool!
I was again disoriented, and thought I could taste the acidicness in the throat; I might have had a nocturnal seizure, but I could not be absolutely sure. So I recorded a question mark on the NHS Health Check graph. After taking off the night pouch, and when I stood up, went to work on me. He stayed for the duration of the hour-and-a-half-long ablution session. During which, both knees kicked off – Why? I’ll tell you. Hehe! gave way, and I clouted both knees as I went down to grab the sink to prevent a whole tumble. (I’m getting wise to these knee collapses now!) – . But was not happy, and as I was straightening up, I caught my
ankle against the edge of the bowl. Naturally, my  .

I went to the kitchen after abluting, medicating,  perfuming and dressing. Got the kettle on and took this shot through the kitchen window of the rain. Took me a while to work out what was what in this photo. The reflections with the flash showed more of what was behind me than of what was in front of me. Interesting detail. He says! Almost artistic, even if it was unintended. Haha!
Then I opened the window to try again. A close-up snap of the nearby houses, street lights, roads, and horison. The higher shot of the sky proved a bit less successful… but I’m used to not being successful. I’ve had Years of practice. Haha!

Computer on, and did the Health Checks, added them to the graph for Carer Nirma to check for me. Made a start on Tuesdays, updating, on and off from 07:00 to 22:00hrs! (Shattered, weary and tired out again, poor sausage, Hehe!).
And the intercom sounded. It was Carer Nirma. Up and into the flat she came, a smile on our greeting.
HC figures checked, two mistakes found. Tsk!
Nirma took thisshot of me, finally getting my first mug of tea of the day! Nirma took a good shot with Kodak Tim Two.
She then put on the undersocks and strappings back on my legs and feet. She put some foam on , as the tumble had scratched a bit, and I might get some lymphatic fluid leaking through the surface of the rough, alligator-skin-looking area. She said she’d check in again in the morning.

I handwashed a khagoule and the other pair of under-socks and hung them to dry in the wet room.

Then back to the computer, to find I was all over the place with it. Not that I remember with any clarity, but I feel as if I was going off-track, starting two or three things without getting any finished. I even did a bit of updating on the lost word replacement files. Until I became aware of what I was doing. By then, about four hours had floated by! It caught me off guard a bit. I can’t remember making an Asda order? I suppose I could blame ? Ejaz thinks I may have made it while in a seizure? I guess he’s right; he reminded me of the most prolonged seizure, as far as I know, that I’ve had. In August, I think. After I’d recuperated, I’d put the biggest load of verbal garbage in the blog, a right load of hogwash. I took a photo of it and showed it to the Warfarin DVT blood test nurse later, and it was an unreadable load of tommyrot – to quote her. Now there’s a thought; if I still use the computer while under the influence of a seizure, could I have made a food order and not known it? Just a thought.

The Asda order arrived!
This is something else I’m worried about. I don’t seem able to stop spending. The bank manager will be calling me soon, I’m sure.
Tomatoes, Lemon Fools, Sugar snap peas, Halal sausage, two gigantic Krakus Keilbasa (Smoked sausages), Pork Farms Pork Pie, Mini pork pies & pickle, tinned cheap Garden Peas, & sugar-snap peas. The bread I ordered (6 items) had 5 items unavailable. Humph! Did it bother me? Not in the slightest little iota, not a dot… 
I say suspected, but… Hehe!
The fridge was full. No butter butters, desserts, sugar-snap peas, Keilbasas, pork pies, etc. And treats for the nurses, cold coffees, nibbles, sweeties and choc bars. I do appreciate them coming. Later, Carer Ejaz checked the sell-by dates on everything in there. I can’t see them all. Two small items had to be thrown out. Again, I wasn’t bothered.

I put a potato in the cooker to warm up with my daily meal. Then returned to the computer to try again to concentrate on getting yesterday’s blog done!

After Ejaz’s evening call, I was all in. And closed everything down as the weariness fell to be joined by a seizure that I had no warning of coming.
I reckon it was of a decent length this time, because the acidity upsurge was less severe, but why it should be that way I can’t understand. Also, the disorientation after a mini-session is much worse than they are after the long ones.

I hadn’t closed the computer down, so I did. The dizziness and loss of balance are the same on a long or a short one. Weird or what?
And off to the kitchen to prepare my planned meal. But could I find the spud to put in the oven? No, not then. I searched around in the obvious places and silly-idea places… Then remembered. Tsk!

As it happens, I changed my mind about the tattie. I made a cold meal, plenty of it, and it made such a pleasant difference. I tucked into this one.
With a gastronomer’s vengeance. Har-har!
The last two wholemeal breadrolls, on which I lavished a load of no-butter butter.
What look like chips on the left of the tray are Marmite Cheese Puffs. A packet of pretend crab sticks, sugar-snap peas, & pork & pickle pork pies! It tasted Grrreat! A tub of lemon & lime yoghourt for dessert!

TTFNski, Have a great kip!

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Three on the right are from a video my Carer took of me enjoying a seizure…
I put them in the proper chronological order!
First one at the start of the seizure. And one minute later, in the middle of the seizure.
Apparently, I groaned and shook,
I took these from the video that Carer Nimra swiftly and kindly took.
The seizure? Length for 1 minute 50 seconds, I was out of it.
But somehow, I had bitten my lip?
Nimra said, “I was mumbling. I did not move my lips a bit?”
In the last one, I think I was looking a little shocked,
The memory of Nimra’s coming had been neurologically blocked,
The acid, foul-tasting upflux shooting up into my throat, nose, and mouth, I determined…
I just knew I was coming out of a seizure!
For nearly two minutes from the world of worries, pain, and confusion, was blissfully, happily excided,
Learning that Nirma had got it on video, I became excited! Said my eyes were open & closed
At last, we had a recording to email to the hospital and the Neurologist Doctor!
Thanks to Carer Nimra,
Bless her, bless her, bless her!
It took me well over an hour…
To get it into CorelDRAW,
My efforts at getting it on here…
Had to wait for success until the morning,
Got it on, but without any formatting,
And that was today, late on Tuesday morning,
It was all very annoying and frustrating,
Here is the unformatted recording… no, it’s not…

Oh, it’s centred at its own discretion?
How to email it, this needs consideration…
I could do with my own problem-eradicator,
The Doctor’s email, I now require!
But just seeing Nimra’s video capture,
High Mood Horis was today, much higher!
I’ll ask Ejaz on Wednesday to find a way,
To get the email address, & send it away,
Cause I’m suffering again with aprosexia,
Everything is taking so much longer…
But I’m definitely feeling less insecure…
Now the Doctor just may find a cure?
I’m relying of Carers more & more,
Ejaz & Nimra care, that’s for sure,
Short seizures are unpleasant, no, I mean after…
When the acidic taste comes up from the viscera,
Violent shaking in my right leg & shoulder,
This was pointed out by Carer Nimra,
No need for a seizure to get a shaking shoulder,
is rattling away now,
Will my luck be changing? But how?
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I spent so much time today trying to find the email of the Neurosurgeon Doctor. Then I gave up, I am sure tha Carer Ejaz will find it. He mayhap call them to get it for me on Wednesday?
Then help me get it in an email to send.
I’d be lost without the Carers.
Then I worked on Word listings. Got carried away without realising how late it was. Ejaz made his last call, and I returned to the Words.
By the time I gave up out of weariness, it was well gone midnight, and I made a meal.
I’ll show (If WP lets me), the few photos taken.

Early morning rain.

A little later, I went on the
balcony to put a bag into
the four-wheeled walker.
I spotted the classic car
parked at the end of the
car park. Two, I sa we now
have two cars parked on
the chevrons. They were put
there for the fire engines &
ambulances to have enough
room to turn around.

The gone-midnight feast!

Sorry, not much on, but I enjoyed
doing the Seizure Videod Ode.

Keep well, and all the bestest!

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After being thrown in the canal, back in 1953…
Fear & aquaphobia gripped me,
School swimming lessons every Wednesday…
I avoided them through fear, and cunningly…
Positioned myself at the back of the queue, 
We’d all walk to the baths, this is what I’d do,
Nip up an alleyway, and as the lads return, was due,
I’d rejoin them at the back of the queue,
As far as I’m aware, nobody ever knew!
I did this for a full term, it’s true…
Amazing what sheer fear can do!

I tried to live my life abstemiously,
But not of course, in any way abstinently,
Now old & confused, it’s lived abstractedly…
Problems growing, mentally & physically,
My distant memories, I still have accessibility.
I recall Grizelda: Our intermingling so passionately, 
9 months of visits daily, everyone, amorously!
When not with her, I pined so alarmingly,
I make three visits on a Wednesday
Then she decided to move in with me!
Built for rough & tumble, athletically,
We were mutually a rampant beneficiary,
I never had so much joy, physically,
We pleased ourselves so avariciously,
Albeit greedily, covetously, and graspingly,
Every merging was rigorous, but lovely,
Result? We shared a mutual bodily harmony,
Amiably, amicably, amorously, & ambrosially…
Passionately, fervently, and enthusiastically,
The time came for her to go home, leave me,
Due to underuse, my body went into atrophy,

More to follow… Do you like it?
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Up at 04:00hrs. The night pouch was removed from the day catheter. My balance was all over the place. But no dizzies this morning. The concentration is not good, but it never is. 
All I could focus on was remaking the world lists for the odes. I did manage to recover two files; the other twenty-two have escaped into the ether —the cloud —and I can’t, for the life of me, get in to open them… I can’t even find them now! 
So the next week or so, I’ll be spending ages remaking them from scratch, so little else will be forthcoming. I may snuff it before I ever get them all done again. I’ll never do it. Tsk! & Ranglesomeness! 
Then I took a couple of photographs through the open kitchen window of the foggy morning view.

Off to the wet room to get the ablutions sorted out. The sitting on the Porcelain Throne lasted about 30 seconds, and the cleanup took about half an hour! Then, I started the washing & cleaning of my gloriously fit, strong, muscled body.  
Cut my overlong fingernails, not too much blood lost this time. wasn’t keen on my doing so, and the gums bled a smidgeon.
Shaving next. Caught the spot on my cheek and a cut on my neck. The aftershave didn’t stop the bleeding from the cut. I’d sliced the head off of it a little deeper than usual. Put a plaster on it later. Then, a body scrub. Medicationings next.
Phorpain gelled the knees all around, in hopes of appeasing   , and .
I couldn’t do the foaming on either or , as I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to take off the feet and leg strappings last night. Humph!

I paid little attention to what was happening for the rest of the day.

They were just an annoyance that delayed my working on one file or word, spending around 8 hours on it and getting maybe 10% done from scratch. I feel obligated to try to get them all done. There are about another 22 to do. Oh, dearie me!

When I started preparing the meal plans, I took these shots (I think). Hope I haven’t got the days mixed up… I wouldn’t be surprised. Sorry if they have already been put on a blog.
Off the evening sky, all clear now to photograph with hopes of them coming out alright for once. I seem to have got carried away with taking these of the same area, spot, or view. Then… and I shouldn’t be surprised at this , but I was, and angry with myself.

Finding I’d left the hot water tap running again, I became annoyed and dropped the bag of parsnips I was taking out of the freezer; it burst open, hitting the floor! Not one parsnip stayed in the bag! 
I felt my willpower drain from me. My anger turned to self-pity (Sad, I know). But things got worse,
I just could not believe it. I gave up and returned to the computer to continue assembling the words. This was worrrying.
When it came to saving CorelDraw, I was blank and just did not know the ‘Save’ key combination. I realise it later on. Cont-E. But forgot the file where, when ‘saving-as’, you have to pick one. 
My loneliness & lowness were deepened, and I gave up. Closed down the computer. 
I went into the kitchen to try to sort out the meal again, only to find that I had left the tap running and the oven on high!
However, what seemed like seconds later, the first visit from arrived.
My manner, approach, core, heart, essence changed into a contented, although guilty feeling of ‘Sod-Em-Allness!’ This lasted while I made a meal and got it in the oven, and… returned — bravely but stupidly — to the computer! Carefree! When I forgot something or did it wrong, instead of cursing myself, I just carried on uncaringly! Accepting all the problems arising, and a few did, with an indifference… that’s how it is, so be it, what care I?… Spff!

Took a break to get the meal sorted.

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-Time limits this one to being a short one, sorry-
I used to miss activities riparious,
Not going in or on, but beside the rivers,
I was in a club for fishermen and anglers,
The Glastone Club, all big drinkers,
For many years, I failed  to join the winners,
No cups, no wins, no runner-up prizes, 
We were bodacious and/or blasphemous, 
I was overkeen on drinking Guinness,
We had a match on a canal in the Southeast.
They considered me as an appendix,
Who went not to win, me, the one who’ll entertain,
On the bus trip there & back, again and again…
Jokes, songs, yodelling & but never winning,
They gave me a Failures Cup; they were grinning,
Everyone in the pub burst out laughing,
Speech! Speech! So I started yodelling!
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Uo at 04:14hrs. But no plans for any ablutions whatsoever. My only aim was to get the worst list advanced; no chance of getting it actually finished or done in a day —it might take a week yet just to get the one I’ve started completed. 
At this very thought, but no signs of me doing the sensible thing and giving up on the blog and computer altogether. I’ll never get it working right. The same goes for , and . Let’s not forget about , or , each having the ability to kybosh any of my hopes, designs, plans, thoughts or ideas on blogging, Odeing, planning, thinking or anything!

The day flashed by with not a single note on the memory notepad! All I wanted was to replace my lost Word list —almost my personal Oding Phronistery. I could have cried when my ignorance and inabilities contributed to their ether-disappearance. And that is all I did, whenever and wherever possible today. 
No comments, messages or blog reader tended to at all. I must try to catch up, but I’m so far behind.
I’ll try, if the ailments let me.

FOOD! At long last, I made a tasty, edible meal! No droppages, spillages either! Mind you, I did leave the hot tap running again. Tsk!

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I may have been misguided earlier,
When lambasting, Sir Keir Starmer, 
Saw his full name was Keir Rodney Starmer…
Rodney, one thinks of a Fools & Horses character, 
Which one? Well, of course, Rodney Trotter, 
Played by Nicholas Lyndhurst, the Plonker!
 There’s also a link to Derek “Del Boy” Trotter,
The links to them? Each a backhander-taker, 
All three are reprobate, but Keir’s more dishonester,
Del & Rodney, openly a crook and fiddler,
The toolmaker’s son, wealthy and titular,
All three make the odd malapropism,
For their crimes, they should all be in prison,
The trio are each a perfect thimblerigger,
Rodney & Del can’t be a slangwhanger,
Keir’s the superior truth-inventer,
But he claims he’s a politician, not an actor,
But he was a lying, deceitful barrister,
Now he’s a lying, deceitful Prime Minister,
Del & Rodney can’t really be dishonester,
Keirs is a real cheater, fraudster & swindler,
He’s an excellent political verbal-dribbler,
He claimed to be Superman, do you remember?
Sausage & Hostage, another verbal blooper,
If we remove him, who’ll be his successor?
Nigel Farage? Kemi Badenoch? Or…
Your Party? The Greens, who have many a leader?
Adrian Ramsay, Siân Berry, & Carla Denyer,
Should they get in, I’m pretty sure…
If one gets kicked out of the door,
The changeover will mean a swift transfer.
What will happen if we get rid of Herr Starmer?
He could go back to being a barrister?
Or get a job as a toolmaker?
If there’s any left? I hear there’s one in Chester,
I reckon he could be a competent toolholder…
But, of course, he’s a canny trickster…
He’s a con-man, word-twister, a promise-twiddler,
A pensioner, farmer & truth-throttler,
Seeks self-wealth & power, has his own agenda,
Genuinely believes he’s not unpopular, 
As PM, he’s our worst-ever artificer,
A shrewd lawyer-like blame circumventor,
Each day he stays, I get grumpier, mournfuller,
For the days when politicians were trustworthier!
I hope he speedily hands over to a successor, 
But to whom? The question makes me gloomier…
I hope he will leave, die or perhaps retire,
Before I snuff it, and bring me some pleasure!
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Nightmare of a day
Horrendous computer problems.
CorelDRAW was even worse.

04:45hrs: Pouch off, Health Checks done, Scary results again. Some right messes in the wet room when I went to use the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence was back in control, and I didn’t quite make it on time. I’d left the four-wheeled walker in the wet room the night before, after an error-ridden bus ride and a long walk home. Not thinking of the leaves, mud, and bits of broken tarmac that I walked on for over an hour on the walk up Winchester Street Hill. 
As mentioned earlier, I found all of those on the wetroom floor. I’ll ask Carer Ejaz if he has time to help me sort it. Cause when I bent down to try to wipe the wheels, I ended up taking an hour to recover from the dizzies and sheer pain in my legs, knees and feet after the marathon hobble. No Phorpain Gel left, still waiting for it to arrive. 

Carer Nimra arrived. Checked the HC results on the graph. Issued the medications. I can’t recall much else of this visit.

Computer & CorelDRAW opened; problems galore. Then memory problems arose and I could not understand the messages of supposed advice on what action I ‘need’ to take.

Got the Thursday blog finished and posted.

CorelDraw would not save —no room!

Making a brew, I twisted my left leg and knee, and boy, did it hurt. Two walking sticks were used after this for the rest of the day and into the night.

Carer Ejaz, on his third call, kindly cleaned the wheels of the trolley-walker in the wet room. Thanks, Ejaz mate.

On his last call, he brought the medications with him; the chemist had sent them to the ICC base, not the flat. Well, it is much nearer for them. Ejaz got some Phorpain Gel rubbed into the knee & leg to help with the Cartilage, Chloe, Arthur Itis, and fractured knee pain. Adding a painkiller, Codeine. And within half of hour of Ejaz departing, I could feel the pains lessening! Great!

Pain & confusion, along with poor concentration, illegible memory notes and mind-blanks, and computer problems, made today a haven of delight for .
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05:30hrs: Woke, worrying about whether I’ve made the right decision in going to the neurologist appointment without any transport back. But after doing the balance exercises, I felt as I did yesterday, the reasons overall bear out my idea of attending.
Now, for getting things ready and making a plan of action. (I don’t use the word, plan, often. Hehe!)

The pouch had been taken off, and off to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsy Terence is regaining control of the evacuations today. Less messy!
I decided to get the two-day blog-catch-up and posting finished ASAP. It took a few hours.

Carer Nimra arrived and did a good job this morning. She washed my feet, bowl at the computer chair. We added some Dettol to the water. Dried them and the ankles up for me, and applied some foam to the right leg; it looked like the skin was getting a bit leathery again. She creamed the fractured knee front and back, was giving me some stick, and put the foot foam on for me. It was all going well, and as she cleared up and was ready to do the medications, Nirma spotted a spec of hard blood in the catheter. It was only small, it was not breaking up or going down the bag. Nirma rang the district nurses to ask for advice. They said not to worry, this happens sometimes. So I didn’t!
She issued the medications, and I showed her the email from the surgery advising me that it can take up to 48 hours to action the prescription order.
Nirma checked that the HC figures were filed correctly, a good job she did, too. I’d written the wrong temperature. I changed it.
Thank you, gal.

I started the template for this blog and, after a while, realised time was passing quickly. The lift is due in about two hours, and I had not yet done my ablutions, so I did. A lot to get ready yet. Off to the wetroom for a stand-up wash, teggies,  medicating, etc. Doing the ablutions, I started with the teeth. Was triggered. How nice. Two miniature cuts shaving. Medicationing went very well. And after, some manly-scented perfuming. Hahaha! Then getting the protection pants on —never a painless or easy job without a Carer to get them on, up, and past the ankles — is enough for me to finish the job. The risk of the Dizzies with the ending, and/or a tumble, is high when doing this. But today, unexpectedly, it was a smidge painful, but I feel and sense that things will be alright. Hope I don’t regret saying that, Haha!

Got the two-day blog updated and posted off. A victory in itself that was. Cost me all morning.

Ejaz did the midday call. He reminded me to take the hearing aids now that the new batteries proved successful. As if I’d forgotten… I had! 

Got the four-wheeled walker and checked inside the seat box. Nibbles, a small bottle of spring water, a list of medications, and shades.
Turned off the computer and tried to double-check I’d got everything, but was hindering my plans.

As I had got the walker out of the front door, to go down to the lobby to wait for the lift, the phone rang and I got to it in time. It was the friendly Easy-Link driver telling me he was here. I told him I was on my way down now. Nice chap.

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I got down to the lobby, met the driver,
His route knowledge was very clever,
Closer to the door, he could not deliver,
All for a fair price of £4-50.
I entered the doors of neuropathy…
I went to the wrong receptionist, silly me,
On the wrong floor, Silly Billy!
A photo taken then, & up in the lift, 
I booked in at reception, sat down to await my turn to be seen,
A man came in, it was the Doctor,
To his office we both did meander,
His first question: What can I do for you, mister?
That stumped me, I began to stutter…
I was hoping you could tell me, Doctor,
He read out from my record various data…,
Asked if I could ask my Carer,
Calling when I had a seizure,
To take a movie, or a picture,
And email it, so he can have a gander,
The rest he asked and said, is in the ether…
For I can no longer remember,
Leaving the place, I made a bloomer,
Went the wrong way, trying to get out,
Had to ask for directions twice,
Embarrassing and not very nice!
Getting to the overhead tram, I asked for advice,
Taking this snap en route,
Travelling the tram was a hoot, 
Swiped my bus pass on the platform,
Wrongly, but for me that’s the norm,
A chap helped me out, which was nice,
Getting on the tram, standing room only…
I felt guilty with my four-wheeled trolley,
Then has a nasty whoopsie…
I fell as the tram started…
Luckily, I fell into another, we were crammed…
No room for me to get spreaeagled,
Someone gave up their seat for me,
I thanked them most thankfully,
See nothing at all during the journey,
The windows were very dirty,
I got into the City Centre, eventually.
By Gawd, what sight greeted me!
A street-sleeper in the banks dooway,
His dropped cider bottling, cider running away,
I turned to look the other way…
Slab Square, Christmas fare erecting,
I started a little photographing,
Young yobboes were passing,
School uniforms, they were wearing!
Aggressive, spitting and swearing,
Took this shot of the Council House decaying,
Time I was departing, the lightness was darkening,
Up Queen Street to catch the 40 bus,
All the bus stops had kids awaiting,
The timetable showed no number 40?
A number 40x was due shortly.
Does it go to the flats? As does the forty, 
No one knew who was in the queue,
But it must do, surely?
If not, it has to drop off closely,
Passengers standing, all crushed intimately,
I fitted in the trolley seat, safely…
Settled and felt so sleepy,
I woke up, five stops belatedly…
Passed the Windwood Community,
I did feel like an idiot, more than silly!
It was now dark, in fact a little eerie…
Crossed the road and went into a shop, Heron’s,
It looks so unkempt, close to biohazardous,
At least I was free of the kids’ boisterousness,
Talk about being out of it, I was brainlessness,
I went to catch a homeward-bound bus…
Too late in the day to use my free buspass…
And realised that I was cashless!
My earlier confidence now had a brittleness,
As I remembered, Carer Ejaz was waiting for us…
I had an hour’s walk up Winchester Hill Street,
It takes that long cause it’s really steep,
I had to keep stopping for a break,
Thinking how much longer will it take…
Longer than I thought, I couldn’t see the floor,
Which was broken tarmac, uneven, poor, 
I stopped yet another, for a beather, 
My mobile chimed, Ejaz was the caller,
I gave an ETA of twenty minutes,
He was in the flat, waiting for ages…
A faupax, made my ETA underestimated
I dropped the mobile; it could not be seen.
I had to genuflect and bend,
Dizziy Dennis, and the fractured knee pained,
Took ages to find it, in mud it was soiled,
Put it away, to the flat I hastily toiled,
Hard graft, painfully, I got going, 
Cold as it was, I was wet with sweating,
At the apartments, finally arriving…
Got into Winwood, and sillily rushing…
The mobile started ringing,
Told Ejaz where I was, that I was coming,

He met me as I opened the swipe door,
Glad to see him, he’s a comfort for sure,
Bless him, a Carer who offers a bit more,
He asked questions of how the day went,
Medications issued, I was feeling all spent,
Put the 4-wheeler in the wet room for now,
I’ll get it to the balcony in the morning somehow,
He was late, no time for a proper pow-wow,
I was well-tattered, but not feeling low,
And made the daily meal, but, Oh!
I made a bad meal before, but never so bad.
I was depressed and sad.
Self-critical and a little bit mad.
But with Ejaz, waiting to greet me,
I realised I’m sometimes lucky!
Getting through today,
I felt rather plucky, I say!
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That’s yer lot fer the journey Ode!

Despite what happened today,
Some memory has already gone away,
Going to the appointment was the right thing to do. I just wish when I came away, I’d have had a better idea of the problem. Then again, with my memory, I can’t remember all that the Doctor said. Oddly, certain things I recall, I think, well, others faded as the day went on, still, I’m carrying on.

Ah, just as I was typing the above, I remembered one conversation I really should have had.
The idea he had was that I would be better off in a home. With help being available all hours?
I’m not sure of my reply. I imagine I told the gentleman the same thing I said to the Doctor who visited me in the hospital. “I have been against this idea for the last few years, but now I realise it has to come.” And likely will. After staying in a home for a few weeks recovering from the stroke, I found it horrible, unsociable, aggressive patients, violent even. I was uncomfortable, and I clearly remember the laundry service. I’d only taken 3 pairs of washable knickers with me when I left, and I was one pair. The other were not seen again. As was my dressing gown, and two of my three T-shirts.
Oh, Dearie me.

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Have a bit of good luck, no, a lot!
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TTFNski!