In my morning slumber, I started musing, Back to the day when things were amusing, 1963, when sliced bread went up to a shilling, The reaction of the shoppers were chilling, They brought some; some they were stealing, A near riot, on price-rise day proceedings, Last week, the loaf cost me £1 – shocking! This week, £1.49! Not reassuring! Maybe I’ll take up shoplifting.
The monthly cost for gas & electricity… I’m back talking again of 1963, Cost 15/- the equivalent then to 75p, Last month, my payment went up to £423! Starmer’s stopped our winter fuel subsidy, Not enough cash for price rises absorbability, Proletariats, pensioners now in poverty, Rates, rents, power, costs rising steeply, Our NHS crumbles, pleasing the oligarchy.
Forcing some to turn to crime, effectively Eat or heat, food banks, charities competing, A diet of bread & water? It’s called Xerophagy, At today’s price of bread & water, it’s alarming! Families, children and the aged geriatrically, Is Starmer not aware of the voters’ suffering? Go shopping today, do it vigilantly, They’ll be muggers, pickpockets lurking, Nutters, looking to act adversarially. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Hand Washing. I’m fed up with this!
Ankles, lower legs much clearer today.
Afternoon kitchen shot., THe ankles started the electric shock going later. Carer Ahram out some cream on and leg bandage, I can take it off Wed’ when the nurse arrives.
Sorry, not much on today; it’s been a borrowing Tuesday. The prospects for Wed & Thursday are worse than today. I’m not sure of the days, but between Wed & Thursday: Nurse Caroline ♥ Is calling to do another upgraded Dementia Test. A DVT Nurse ♥ is calling for extra blood for further tests. The Warfarin INR is dangerously low at 1.6. The district nurse ♥ is calling to check on my leg lesions and the acne-eczema. The Urology Nurse ♥ is due to visit to alternate the catheter bag. I’ve got two deliveries expected between noon and 22:00 hours. Medical & food. Carer ‘Joe’ is doing the laundry. After that, I have to get the two airers out to dry the washing.
It is late Wednesday morning now. I’m not looking forward to today.
Alp- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Forgive the references to Starmer.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ALPHABETICAL A There was a time that I was awesomer, Although in some traits, I was awlfuller, Friday’s dances, the girls at the Astoria… To them, I was an acroparesthesia, That was before I got apraxia.
Famous for my ability to talk bilgewater, A bumbling-babbling, foolish blooter, Searching for something boshter, But always something of a boondoggler, Then came a new ailment, bradykinesia!
I had a mini-todger, questionable cisgender, I’ve still got it attached to a catheter… Bald, so no worries over my coiffure, Accepted as a bypasser or circumventor. Never a winner, a 3rd place I’d chanticleer!
I’ve become an expert, frequent dégringoler, Never was a fraud, cheat or deceiver, Now, I suffer from dementia & dysphoria, Unlike Starmer, I’m no denunciator, The wrong word to describe me? Debbonaire!
Coffin-waiting, yet things can still enrapture, A natter, laugh with a friendly talker… CBD, magic mushrooms with elderflower, Of course, I no longer use the chest expander, Finances dwindling; I must curb expenditure!
I’ve led my life candidly, honestly, foursquare, Getting annoyed at things that are not fair, Like Starmer, PM, who lied to win, fibber! Who loves a backhander, the freeloader, Guaranteed to cheat, lie & work a flanker!
I’ve never been a dynamo, hero or go-getter, I got cataracts then and still have glaucoma, My failing brain & body is getting me grumpier, I’ve avoided being a grammaticaster… Now I’ve become a graphomania!
I’m an expert on my haemodynamometer, But the stomach & body is getting heavier, Mentally, I anticipate getting habromania, There’s not much in my brain for it to hinder… Only dementia, my brain’s house-sitter!
We’ve Starmer, every day getting iffier, Putin, who’s several countries inferior, Hamas, Israel, peace inviting… Amhara, Yemen, with Houthi insurgency, Ethiopia, Myanma, Paraguay… insanity!
No wonder the world is getting jitterier, Proletariats just want life to be joyfuller, Leaders going for the citizens’ jugular, Janitor, junior, juror, or justificator? We have Starmer, the lying junketeer!
I find myself becoming more klutzier, And unfortunately, more knaggier, And maybe a snip more kludgier, My ageing body, positively knurlier, If only Starmer would act kindlier!
Can Starmer’s reign get any lousier?, Can I get any more loonier? If things go right, will I live any longer? Do I want to? Can I get livelier? Can I rid myself of this lacklustre?
Will Keir get even more of a miser? £160,976 a year for Nottingham’s Mayor, She is Councillor Carole McCulloch, Why does the East Midlands have a Mayor? Clare Ward, £93,000 a year, did I mishear? A deputy Mayor on £46,500, Holy Mother!,
The end of the World is drawing near… Maybe not caused by anything nuclear, Possibly by a Green Peace neglecter, Oligarchs, wars, or my Auntie Nora? God, Allah or Jesus from Nigeria?
The end of the World is now less obscure! Humankind will be the orchestrator, A World leader on an overnighter… To prove they are more affluent occulter? The most efficient proletariat ostraciser?
I now get more confused with my photocopier, Camera, computer, & getting to Jupiter, Anything mechanical, & phantasmagoria, Also, of course, my own psychasthenia, Not to mention my bladder’s parasitemia!
My right testicle went all quadrangular, Had I a disease, a bug, a queller? This concerned my partner & querida, She said I’ve seen things queerer! She’s such a quick quipster!
Life may yet get rosier, Contentment can reappear, The logicality of this may not register… Old Father-Time may be the reawaker? I once tried to be a ropedancer!
My happiest job? A gas streetlight snuffer, There was not much joy to share… My contentment did scatter, I tried to become a sketch-writer, But had a life of being an own-goal scorer!
Keir is an addicted taxation tchotchke,
Pensioners Farmers, has he got theophobia?
He’s given the trichotillomania,
Although an excellent thimblerigger…
I’d love to be his gravedigger tomorrow!
I feel like a foreigner an uitlander,
I’d like to be a uranographer,
Last week, I had urinemia,
Sorry, we said adieu,
To the EU,
Starmer? I’d willingly do his vivisepulture!
He’s an untrustworthy liar & morals-violater,
To Labour promises he’s a vilifier,
They may be lies, but he’s a good verbalist,
Out only for selfprofit, a viveurist!
I was once fun, a wassailer,
Not like Starmer, the waghalter,
The profitmonger, liar, wiseacre,
He should go to hell or heaven, whichever…
My hatred for him will never wither!
Years ago, I’d kowtower, I was a yeasayer,
But now well aged, I’m not so yellow,
I admit to being a peace-loving yawper,
Unashamed of loving a good yatter,
Proud to be compassionate, a zoolater, My ability to spot a zeitgeber, I love clothes blue, purple and zaffre, I love food, especially zakuska, I’d love to shoot Keir with a police zapper!
It’s rubbish, I know, but a bit of fun? Cheers, Each! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – REMEMBERING Do You… Remember the comfort & luxury of home life as a nipper? The Kodak Brownie box camera? The black & white photo booths all over? Your first motorbike, I think this was a Jawa? Were you impressed by Blackpool Tower? Did you use the 1960’s new Surf Automatic soap powder? Remember the 1959 Ford Anglia, with rear window angular? Or even more appealing was Rita, who was far more cuddlier,
I desired her so (sob) but never got a date with her! Remember the 1955 number-one hit. ‘Let me go, lover’? Sang by sexpot Teresa Brewer? She wisely didn’t answer my letter! Recall the Ration Book, weekly; bacon and ham 4oz; 4oz of butter, loose tea 4oz; sugar 8oz; meat one shilling-worth; cheese 1oz; preserves 8oz a month! Then biscuits, breakfast cereals, cheese, eggs, lard, milk, canned and dried fruit joined the list. Babies, pregnant women and the sick were allocated additional food items such as milk, orange juice and cod liver oil. Domestic coal was rationed to 15 hundredweight yearly in London and 20 hundredweight for those in the north. Clothing was rationed using a point system. This allowed for approximately one new outfit per year but was reduced steadily until buying a coat used up almost a year’s supply of clothing points. Clothing became utilitarian: pleats and turn-ups disappeared from trousers, and garments were plain. Women painted gravy browning on bare legs to replace silk stockings and painted black lines at the back to simulate the seams! Food rationing worsened after the war due to the country’s badly damaged economy. Bread rationing began for the first time in late 1946; the bacon ration halved in October, and potatoes were rationed in November. The Standing Committee on Medical and Nutritional Problems was concerned about those who had to live on their rations and lacked access to canteen or restaurant meals. The Ministry of Health decided to help with assistance with shopping, cooking and providing meals on wheels. Rationing ceased in May 1954,
During & after the war, Spivs, black-marketeers Galore,
Nottingham prosecuted 2,400, elsewhere more! Do you remember the outside toilet, the pissoir? The coal house, the yard gate, and more? The wooden lid? Bum splinters that were sore? The discomfort of a freezing winter? No toilet paper, but cut-up newspaper? The cistern would freeze after December? Lighting a candle or lamp, you had to remember! No hot water tank; for the better-off, an Ascot geyser. Unaffordable for the Inchy geezer. The Saturday night bath; that was a bummer? Boiling water on the stove and on the coal fire? Getting mine last was a bit of a harrumpher… Cleaning out the other’s dirt, scurf & seborrhea! DC electric shocks, with a ‘let-go” threshold high? Compared to AC, is it likely to knock you over or fly? But more people getting AC shocks die. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I didn’t keep much of a diary today. I spent so long trying to find pictures for my Memory Ode, but I didn’t have a camera this morning, so I had to use something from the file or web.
I returned to this facsimile of life at 05:15hrs. Got the scrub-up and shaving done. Then ablutions & medicationings were completed. Trotsky Terence Porcelain’s visit was made without any premature evacuational movements. Phew!
I started the ode, and seven hours later, I finished it. (I’m not joking; my concentration was all over the place.) However, the ailment has been fair to me up to now. I’m not able to say that very often! Although the struggle with getting the right pictures from the web and files may have been part of the problem, it seems to have appeased some of my ailments?
During the Ode workings, Carer Chris visited me, and then Carer Joanne visited again. We had a little natter and a laugh about our current problems.
Between this activity, I put one large potato in the slow cooker. I walked into the wet room door, another should-charge job; was not one of the being-good-to-me ailments! Which, understandably, set off and , but both soon calmed down again. I can’t believe all this good luck I’m having! As for the past 4 or 5 days, is still on form. I forgot to ring the Doctor about asking for some under-tongue dissolving medication, but it’s too late in the day now, and of course, with the weekend coming, I can’t do anything about it. Not until Monday, when most likely the only thing I’ll do is forget to make the call again. Huh! Nowadays,life continues like this; Never-ending returning circles, tangents and variations of failures, errors, forgetfulness, mysterious episodes of utter confusion (unrecognised seizures possibly?), with rare but precious dabblets of contentment, verging on happiness. The feared visits of unreasonable sadness, self-anger, & self-disgust, almost a loathing sometimes. But not yet today. This may be why I just flooded out my feelings. Is it as if I’ve only just realised what is going on?
Yet help & solutions are elusive.
Even talking to myself (I do an awful lot of that), my queries, questions and even my own answers or decisions I know are evasive, not logical or practical. Conceivably inenarrable. Confidentless and doomed not to be done and to fail even if they are attempted. Taking all the things I’ve just written & read above, I now see with clarity one word that I’d missed. Bonkersness! What a load of talking nineteen to the dozen, prattling, gabbling twaddle! I’ve lost it! Hehehe! If anyone can understand it, please let me know.
I’m going to check on the potatoes now…
No, not ready yet. I hope the Carer doesn’t call while I’m eating. The spuds will get cold, and the potato skin will go hard and hurt my teggies. Hehe!
Well, the potato skins went hard and hurt my teggies. Not considering the pain from the gums and lips, it was enjoyable-ish. Sorry, there’s no photo cause it looked a lot better than it tasted. I settled with the TV on, and at my first bite of a pickled mushroom, Carer Chris arrived—not that it spoiled the meal in any way. I cooked the lad a chicken pattie in the microwave; it only took two minutes, and he scoffed it down with a drink of lemonade. Well, he was tired and hungry. Hehe! Help with the camera loan was much appreciated. The poorly-poo Kodak will be examined on his days off. Fingers Crossed!
Sleep came so quickly. But thanks to the occasional jerking from , I seemed to be shooting awake every few minutes – it probably wasn’t that often, but it felt like it was in the morning. Humph!
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Should one be a warmonger or a pacifist?
Would you believe an Oligarch or astrologist?
Do you need an allergist or chemist?
Are you carrying anything infectious?
Has your life been wonderful or inglorious?
Are you religious, agnostic, or irreligious?
Are you daily aerobicised or alcoholised?
Are you yet Starmer acclimatised?
Not believing the murderer might be wise?
He may well be the devil, the Anti-Christ?
A shame his mother didn’t use an abortionist,
He lies so well and is a good apophthegmatist,
PM, Labour leader? And not a socialist?
He’s too right-wing to be a Conservative…
For Starmer, there’s no live & let live,
Pensioners, he robs, lets farmers chew the cud…
The UK’s future is certainly not looking good…
He’s overdue to get his comeuppance,
But is there a genuine chance?
How did he get himself his Knighthood?
Are his fascist plans misunderstood?
For his lies alone, he should be braceleted,
He is indeed cruel, blackhearted,
I bet he’s still being backhanded!
Ensuring his own bread is well-buttered!
Keir lies, steals and never gets castigated?
I’ll be long dead by the time he’s cremated,
Which makes me feel cheated, exasperated,
I’ll be waiting for him in Hell, teeth-gritted…
Where his death can be celebrated!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – NOT A BAD START TO THE DAY AT ALL! I awoke at 04:15hrs with the regulation jerk and jump supported by . Both cartilages, Chloe and Carole, Arthur Itis’s knees, Electric Shocking Sherida, Duodenal Donald, and even Ann Gyna gave me a break. Shaking Shoulder Shirley and Peripheral Pete’s leg dance routines were active but not overly much. Until just before midday, I was singing away to myself.
Then, two falls in twenty minutes as Cartilage Chloe let me down both times. From then on, after the second tumble, I could not continue with the blog.
Electric Shocks Sherida started, and more painfully, Anne Gyna and Toothache Tiffany followed. So, after lunchtime, this has thinner content than usual—almost nothing, at this moment. A 100% change from the marvellous morning I’d enjoyed. Even the computer, particularly CorelDraw, crashed again, and I was struggling as it was. In the morning, I got yesterday’s blog off nice and early, too. Of course, now I’ve lost so much time. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke at 04:15hrs, Feeling surprisingly well. Sure (for some silly reason), the ailments listed above would soon settle. Hahahaha! I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, leaving it for the Carer to confirm the NHS colour rating later. As usual, I hobbled into the kitchenette to check the cooker, taps, etc. Taking these shots of morning view. The moon and another planet were visible, but I can’t see them in these pictures. Venus? Still cold outside at 0°c.
I got the kettle on. Forgot to make the tea.
Messy, spluttery and a lot of it!
Washed, no shave, fresh PPs on. Medicated the lower region.
I went to make a brew again and took these later shots of the sky as it changed colour and hue. Back to green today.
Pottered about getting the bags sorted. Finally, onto the computer with a mug of Co-op 99 tea. After finishing and posting the Saturday update, I went onto CoralDraw. It crashed, so I had to restart and use the CCleaner, which took me over an hour to get things going again. But things were very slow.
Frustrated, I went to wash the mug and get away from the computer problems. But found another problem… Cartilage Chloe gave way, as I bent down to get another bottle of cleaner from the cupboard. The tumble was all over in seconds, as I got mangled with the trolley and knocked just about everything on it to the floor on my way down.
I had to make my way back to the room on all fours to utilise the recliner to help haul my body from the floor. Which went amazingly well. Of course, both knees needed attention. The Catheter bag seemed alright, with no splits of leaks. That will teach me not to take a walking stick with me! I entered the wet room and rubbed some Phorpain Gel on my knees. Oiled my ear-holes at the same time. I forgot to earlier. Fancy that, me forgetting something!
I returned to the computer to see how to rescue the work lost on the CorelDraw crash. Carer Kimberley arrived. Pointing out I’d got a wound on my head near the eye, asking what happened. I told her the sad tale of woe. She took a photo of it.It was barely a scratch, and there was no pain with it. Haha! Medications given. And off she trotted, bless her.
I lost the artwork on CorelDraw. Now I was not happy!
I started the blog for today. After about two minutes, I felt worried that I had left the kitchen taps on. And stupidly hobbled hastily to the kitchen, thinking, believing I had left the tap running. As I got through the door (Stickless!). MARK TWO Cartilage Chloe had done it again! But the fantastic bit this time is I hit my head in almost the same place on the edge of the counter, so at least there was no mess to clean up. I’m looking on the bright side here! When Chloe did the net call, she took another photo. A very slight headache, but no actual pain. Apart from the knees again, Anne Gyna started, and she was serious about it this time. Kimberley gave me a Codeine, and I sprayed toothache spray all over my teeth and mouth. Oh dear, what a day. I also took some effervescent Paracetamol.
I’m not feeling terrific now.
I will get summat to nibble and get some rest. Sleep would be nice, too. I’ll put some more Phorpain Gel on the knees first, but what to use for Anne Gyna, I don’t know.
Steak in Rich Stout Gravy With onions. Added potatoes. Gorgeous! Milk Roll bread to soak up the delicious gravy. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Merci Au Revoir – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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FACES, THERE ARE 3 TO SEE. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve been left in the lurch, besmuched, Abandoned, ignored, and besmirched, At first, this left me puzzled… Like a dog that had been muzzled, But I’m no longer bothered or troubled, As my concentration departed, well, idled, To my inanity & insanity, I came beguiled… At least when my ailments were still mild, Soon, they permanently bivouacked… In my brain, aliens boondoggled, The inner voices spoke; well, bastinaded, Often delirious, worryingly bloviated, They’re me, really, so can’t be hated? This fact is worthy of being debated, But results have become complicated, For relief & help I waited & waited, As one does when one’s constipated, At a minimum, insanity & I are related, It’s myself that I’ve berated… My problems can’t really be explicated, I can & do, at times, feel enervated, Causing more fears to be generated, Often I’m feeling enfeebled, exhausted, Decision-making gets debilitated, Common sense practicality is ingurgitated, Plans, choices made are perpended… Worries for the future proliferated, The simplest acts get shemozzled, There’s always a reason to be wherrited, Designs and choices get aberrated, Lifting moments, hopes just get withered, Now we’ve got storms to be weathered, Thoughts unchanneled and cancelled… Long ago, I became tee-totalled, I Loved Trad Jazz & skiffled, Socialised, lived, cohabited, Memories are available that I stockpiled, 10-minutes ago memories, get abducted, The catheter bag gets punctured, Monthly, the bladder is irrigated, And I grow evermore irritated, Why? This ode has illustrated, My hopes & desires get commandeered, Dementia Doreen has no threshold! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I semi-stirred and nodded off several times. I was finally woken up with so much pain by Carer Christopher. The guilty ailments were Cataract Chloe, Back-Pain-Brenda and Littlee Inchies Fungal Lesion. A bit off-putting. It got worse as Chris was doing the medications and getting my socks on; I’m such the paid a few visits. Other than what’s been said, this visit was, or is, a blank for details this morning. Back-Pain-Brenda stayed with me all day long. I wondered if I was having sex in a dream and pulled something? Hahaha! I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch after Chris had gone and had a painful rinse and wash. BBB was giving me a lot of aggro again.
After running the CCleaner, I continued updating and made extra graphics to use tomorrow before the memory stopped me from saving. It was a clever idea, I thought. Now I wonder why I bothered! After doing them, I continued to put all the imported graphics and photos onto the Sunday blog in error! Then, I found myself even more confused than ever when I saw that I’d saved some for Saturdays and others for Sundays! By the time I had sorted them all out, the computer’s memory would not let me save any more. So, I reran the CCleaner and was satisfied that I had cured the mistake. I was satisfied I’d cured the mistake! Hahaha! I discovered that I’d cleaned the Sunday graphics and put them on the Saturday page – then cut and pasted them instead of Saturday’s back on the Sunday page. Hang on, there’s more to come… These happened later, but it won’t matter; I’d got everything out of sync now. While still in the middle of trying again to get things back in order, the intercom rang. I thought it was the unintended food order arriving – but no! A tenant told me there was a box outside the foyer doors with my address on it. So kind of her. I hastened down in the lift, and the lady met me as the doors opened. She put the box in the lift cage, and I thanked her. I exited the lift and sent the cage down for the lady. Going through the flat lift lobby door, I got myself tangled in the door and floor when I dropped the walking stick and grabbed for the falling parcel! I got indoors and did my best to rub some pain gel on Back-Pain-Brenda. I took an extra Codeine. I was about to investigate the mess I’d made on Corel Draw, and Carer Joanne arrived. As she left, I got set to investigate again… The intercom rang. This was the food order I didn’t remember making or wanting. Another packet of Chestnuts, two cans of water chestnuts, Meet-in-a-jar-Miestwo, fish sticks and black bean sauce. I put the drinks in junk room three to keep them safe. I put a few bottles underneath the computer in the 1963-built, falling to pieces, Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors that had long fallen off. I took the waste from the wrappings to the waste chute.
No injuries falls, or trapped fingers were encountered; I dropped the walking stick several times. I returned to the flat and noticed scuff marks near the lift door. I emailed the Low-Cost Food Store to inform them that I would not use their services again. I explained the problem with the food being left outside and my ailments. I haven’t received a reply yet! The promised rain appeared I took this photo of it when I made something to eat as the evening approached seemingly in haste?. I decided to take another look at today’s Accidauxpas. I managed to get the snaps and graphics in the WordPress gallery. But all were out of order, which meant relying on my memory, Hahaha! The gourmet meal I made for tonight’s feast is on the left. Two herby cobs with Marmite and some out-of-sell-by-date chips from the freezer. Did them in the air-fryer. They tasted okay to me, well, wellish. So far behind with everything again. I tried to get a good WordPress Reader session, but I was getting so tired so early that it took the shine off. kicked of with venom. As the night approached with and both giving me what for painwise.
I was deep in sleep when Carer Chris came on his last call. He put on the night pouch and the diabetic day socks off, without hardly disturbing me. Bless him.
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0600hrs: Stirred back into a mock-pretence of life, detached the nocturnal cater pouch from the day pouch and fumbled as fast I could out of bed, and hobbed to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Released one multicoloured cement-like torpedo. It took a while. Minimal bleeding, though.
Sorted a new recovery layout for the lost, leaked-via-the-catheter urine stains on the carpet. It’s gonna take a long time to entirely refresh it. Phew!
I limped off to the kitchenette to put the kettle on. Taking this snap from the offer view. The blue hue view that was on offer. Hehe!
My first Christmas Card arrived via the postman. Followed shortly after by an Amazon order. The card was from Jill & Eugene.
The box contained the microwave cooking plastics that I ordered. One which had a divided content divider in the middle so as to cook and not mix together whatever you did not want to mix in the first place…Lost the word plot there! As if it was something different, me making an error, mistake, Accifauxpa or Seizure was different.
This snap relates to how I felt at the time of taking it. Darl, Dank & Depressed. Previously, I don’t think I had a single seizure, not that I couldn’t have; I just couldn’t recall noticing any. This changed. I felt a series of long-winded ones and have little memory of the next few hours. I found notes I’d scribbled on the notepad, but unfortunately, most of them were unreadable; I could make out a few lines, though they didn’t make the clarification of their message any more transparent. I fear I might have placed another food order. I’ll check all the sites later when I feel more like myself.
The only thing I could read clearly was a few lines that read, “Warden Deana called to do an alarm check.” But I cannot recall this at all. That bit of writing was done so well, clearly, and readable. There’ll be a reason for that. If I find it, I’ll let you know.
I gave up and put myself even further behind with the blog. Then I made the daily meal: Milk Roll bread beef sarnies with no-butter butter, dabbed with Marmite, tomatoes, beetroot, pickled mushrooms, chestnuts, and Stilton Cheese. Very Nice!
A short-on-detail blog, I’m sorry to say, It was a very confusing sort of day,
Seizures made things go diversionary,
This may read delusory, in disarray,
Many items & events were missed, I daresay.
I’ll make a mug of tea, Glengettie! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – But Maybe? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I fancied becoming an auger, avenger, even an astrologer… But which one? I pondered longer and longer… I settled for being a gas lamp lighter & snuffer, But doing this first job made me feel happier… Back then, things were far less angstier.
A split shift daily, the pay was lousy, But the jobs 13 bob pay was daily, There was less anger, violence and hostility, I walked with my pole & cap, my snuffer outer, I took back-handers, but not like Starmer!
Shift workers? A tap on their window with my Reacher, Morn or night, each time I’d make an extra (6d) tanner, Sometimes, there’d be summat extra-curricular, I’d nip in for a visit with Grizelda, It took some cunning but was worth the bovver!
A rare moment of me needing exoneration, absolution, But indeed, a moment of joy and satisfaction, I’ll never forget my muscular, fair maiden, She’d throw me on the bed, then start the action, Afterwards, bliss was my primary reaction! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ANOTHER CUT-DOWN-A-BIT ODE. Not a lot?.
In the morning shot of Venus, I have no idea what the green spots were; they were reflections from the flash, maybe?
Ocado’s order arrived between calls from Carer Chloe & Sam. Fresh food to fill up the fridge Flora no-butter-butter, smoked sausages, cheesy rolls, fresh Kenyan garden peas, Surami, Franks, bacon and some Notoori Black Tomatoes; they were overripe already, so brown on the outside and red inside, and delicious!
Cupboard foods Chestnuts, orange dessert pots, pickled mushrooms and Black Bean Sauces.
The fridge filled up!
For the next five hours, it was mental mayhem. No idea which Carer called. What I got done on the blog was hardly worth bothering with, and what bit I did find after the Marathon Seizure was all wrong, grammatically, timewise & didn’t make a lot of sense. So I had to start again in the morning. Correcting and adding bits and the photos. A blurr otherwise.
I gave up computing. I was here, there, nowhere, puzzled and suddenly tired, drained mentally. Got the meal sorted, of sorts. Sourdough bread: It worked out at 56p a bite just for the bread. With the beautiful tomatoes, £120 a bite. They are so expensive! No butter-buttered the sourdough bread, sliced tomato and salted them to make two sourdough sarnies. Got the meal made and digested.
Carer Promise, I think, did the last call.
I’m sorry, but it’s a bit bare. My seizure notes were unreadable even to me. Who must have written them?
Sleep was slow in coming despite my feeling so drained. But when it finally arrived, I slept for three unbroken hours! That was welcome!
An already used Starmer-The-Stealer cartoon here. To fill up this terribly short blog. I liked this one!
I can’t help thinking that so much more happened today. But it’s obviously been dispatched into the ether if anything happened by .
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Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shoulder Shirley,
Life is enveloped in ambiguosity,
Self nitpicking batrachomyomachy,
Glaucoma Gladys awaits her trabeculectomy,
My computer is more like a whigmaleerie! 3 times, I left the hot water tap running, Harold’s Haemorrhoids have been bleeding, The min-seizures have been increasing, Many other things are worthy of me groaning, But I’m sick of hearing me moaning, Constipation Conrad ever consolidating, My cerebrum is ever circumstancing… Retetion-loss, theories, contriving… A devil of a job, in concentrating, Leaving me worrying, contemplating, Is logicality worth conserving? My sanity or insanity certifying? I can remember my days of billing & cooing… The girl’s responses? Laughing or Booing! I’ve not been good at anything I was doing, Yet I still enjoy a poem, a bit of odeing, What I miss a lot is communicating, Talking to myself too much, alone isolating… I can no longer do it, but I miss canoodling! Thus, every day, I find life frustrating! Can’t say some thoughts I’ve been harbouring! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
It took me ages to get to sleep. When I managed to drift off, I woke with a jerk & jump 2 hours later, realising that I’d made a few Fauxpas again! The same is true for the last three days! The nocturnal catheter pouch had not been put on. Also, the Diabetic socks had not been taken off last night. I needed to get my feet cleaned and deodorised urgently. The socks should be worn in the morning and taken off at night. I was in such a state mentally over the last few days I forgot to ask the Carer to do it, and they didn’t think about it. This meant I’d got an uncomfortable flow-back from the smaller day pouch; I’m pleased it hadn’t burst and leaked all over the place and me! When I stirred, I was confused; now, I was baffled, and Dizzy Dennis kicked off. Some of Sandra’s Mini-Seizures set in and stayed with me, which didn’t help much.
The Carer arrived, and I asked her to take off the socks. But we both forgot about them. Carer Maryham or Kimberley did the dinner slot and took off the socks later.
I took some snaps of the rain inside the balcony through the windows.
Then, had to visit the Porcelain Throne. A marathon visit it was too, I can tell yers! I spent a long time on the crossword book as I waited for ages for the motion to begin. It came agonisingly slowly, with two cube-shaped briquettes causing much bleeding and, as I said, agony! Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids were tortured and needed a lot of cleaning up and dollops of Germoloid Ointment to calm down their hurting, stinging pains that lasted for yonks. I was walking oddly, unusually, as I left the wet room. Haha!
The Low-Cost Food delivery arrived. l sorted it out and refilled the carer’s & Nurse’s Nibble Bowl. There was another box of Cadbury mini Flakes. I assumed it would be like the last one, which was very popular, individually wrapped – But No! They were Catering packs, with 144 Flakes, loose in trays. Some of them were not broken… but not many. So I wrapped some bags of them up and put them in the fridge to hand out later in the week. Shame! I hope they keep fresh.
Finally, I got around to updating yesterday’s blog. The seizures were so frequent I gave up until they had passed.
The weary tiredness returned, and I considered getting my head down again. By the time I’d made my mind up to do this, my energy lifted along with my morale? So, I took advantage of the lift and finished and posted the blog. The feeling of going up and down again continued for the rest of the day. An unsettling situation.
Yesterday and earlier this morning, I tried to snap the strange meal several times, but it would not save to file, like many others. I tried again, and wallah! It saved and went onto WordPress for me! I recall eating it while on the computer. Now I’m not sure if it was yesterday’s or from another day that wouldn’t save. I think it was. It was a bread roll with Marmite and no-butter butter, chicken mini sausages, Stilton cheese, and some Aunt Bessie baked potatoes done in the Air Fryer. They were terrible! The flesh was dry and didn’t crisp up much at all. Oh, I’d love to be able to afford a new cooker! Tsk! , , . . . . . . . . . . . . , . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . , . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I put this used photo online once the computer allowed me to, not to scare or shock you but rather to let you know how I felt the second I woke up this morning. For I had been dreaming a dream, dreamed like never before! Well, not for years now! In this wonderful, enthralling (to me) morning,the catheter was no longer attached! Griselda was on top of me, as she used to be long ago, and activities of the pleasure-making kind were taking place. Gawd, was I happy, and I honestly thought it was real and happening! But it wasn’t, of course, only in my demented but Oh-so-contented mind. Realisation returned as pain from the previously unused for yonks (Little Inchie) area that had grown in the dream. I think the catheter tube had been yanked at in the dream and partially dislodged. I soon felt and saw the blood. For some unknown reason, the night catheter bag was under my bed, somehow wrapped through the fall bars and on the floor, and still attached to the day catheter pouch. The day bag had been pulled down near my ankle, and the pain level increased as the situation dawned on me. Thus ended the moment of joy enjoyed as I woke up. Then, I felt embarrassed at pressing the wrist alarm, for I feared things were worse than they initially appeared. A nurse arrived within fifteen minutes. Then, just to make my sense of ignominy that bit worse, a second nurse arrived! Mortification and Discombobulation Modes Developed! Explaining my plight to the ladies made me red-faced. However, they sorted things out for me within about five minutes. And the flat rang out with open laughter from the nurses and even me! This was because I could not resist telling them what had happened to cause my dilemma and the pickle I was in! They cleaned me up and checked that everything was honky-dory. And it was. They stopped the bleeding in no time. Then, they removed the night bag and put in a new day bag for me. They laughed so much at one point that I thought they might have made themselves poorly. Hehehe! I bet this visit will be mentioned a few times when they return to the nurses’ HQ.They put some ointment on Little Inchies fungal lesion for me before reinserting the tube. Bless them. ♥ I suppose all this did happen and was not part of the convoluted morningmare, nightmare or dream? Haha!
The computer has been naughty all day. I’ve received memory shortage notices, and it’s not allowing me to upload photos. I may have to leave some of the few I’ve taken off the blog. And CorelDraw has been so stuttering that I’ve spent more time waiting for it to carry out keyed-in instructions than making the graphics. Grr!
I managed to do a little of my pareidoliaing of the sky and clouds this afternoon. The clear blue sky with some little puffer clouds just above the horizon was taken to the left of the kitchenette window. Similar to the second to the right. Note I caught some of the balconies in this shot. On this one, to the left higher up, I can see so many things in the clouds. Do they seem to be gathering together to do the Conga? Haha! This high-up shot reveals a face, baby cloud faces, and an exhaust pipe. Well, it does to me. I bet you can see things I didn’t. Bootiful! Then, there is a snap of the bottom field below the tree copse, with the local houses looking as pretty as a picture.
Not a lot today, so much time lost.
I’m unsure when I had this meal; it may have been yesterday. I found it amongst the shots that the computer would not let me use, and it did! But not the others. It’s late evening now. I’m going to try to take some sky photos that might please the computer’s fussiness. Flipping ‘eck, they went on, from window natural distance.
Zoomed in a little more for the second photo.
The closer for the third effort. Do you notice the colouring in these shots? According to the Nottingham News, the Northern Lights can be seen tonight. I’ll take another one later. I had better get my black bean soup, red onions, chicken thigh, and chicken sausages in the pan to warm up.
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I may have made a cock-up here. I seem to think I’ve used the one above before… Oh, dearie me!
Food warming up now. I’ll try another photo to see if the lights in the sky have changed. Well, yes, they have, haven’t they, not much!
Time to get the fodder served up now. Black bean sauce, veggie sausages, mock-chicken chicken, sliced red onions, a dash of liquid smoke, and Warburton’s Milk Roll sliced bread. The only disappointment was that I could not open the tin of water chestnuts because it had no ring pull attached to the can. I tried the two can openers, but I cannot grip the roller well enough to turn it on. Sad, innit?
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Go forth forever, having fun & festivity, Contentment, be counter-inflationary, You can defy the devil defiantly, With expediency, & exuberancy, Life pans out pragmatically… And you avoid pecuniosity! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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I’m slowly developing into a worry-wart.
A whiner, crybaby, sniveller, up taut,
A second-rater, no-hoper, nought!
Inexact, fallacious, outfought…
Coping with depression, in a dort,
I have fears and dreams, unsort…
My hopes are ready to be thwarted… My brain mangles each & every thought,
The catheter leaked today I have to report…
A wee-filled slipper is of no comfort!
Accifauxpas: I’m awaiting the onslaught,
It’s time for my sausage and sauerkraut,
‘Keep your chin up’, I was fore-taught…
I’ve got 3 chins, & still a worry-wart!
Please contact the New Nottingham Adoption Agency, should you be interested in adopting Inchy. Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
He has one or two ailments.
But is caring, if a little bonkers.
He can hoover, pet sit, & make a brew of tea.
He sometimes falls off of his walking stick.
He’ll keep you topped up with nibbles & drinkies.
He talks too much and hears less (he is almost deaf).
Most of his carers just don’t listen anymore.
He doesn’t blame them. He gets confused as he mumbles. And tends to rabbit on a bit. He easily forgets what it was he was saying.
Try not to over-ignore him; he sulks a lot.
If anyone is still interested, please call us. Hahaha!
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Dark.
Kitchen taken shots to catch the sun coming over the left read of the block of flats… City Hospital, close up. Then taken further out.
Chunky with liquid accompaniment. Haha!
I found time for a go on the crossword. Got a few answered.
Balcony shot.
Carer Kara arrived. She noticed something that I didn’t… WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
I was peeing down my left into the slipper that was slowly filling up with escaped from the catcher pouch wee-wee! I was so embarrassed!
The closure tab was not shut all the way. Either that, or I’d caught it against something. I had a seizure at that moment.
Can’t recall the gal leaving.
Working on the blog.
ARRIVED yesterday.
Got it sorted and stored away.
Afternoon shot of the bottom field.
Getting a good few sudden dizzies today.
Carer Chris arrived. He took some shots on the spare camera. Through the glass on the balcony. Car park. Then I took one of him of Christopher with one of his almost dangerous-looking expressions on. Hehe!
Getting late, I’ll get off the computer and get summat to eat. See ya in the morning!
Good Morning. Two shots of the sky. Five minutes apart.
Taking the meal out of the oven… And in came Carer Chris. Chris carried the food into the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner for me. Treated him to some nibbles and a drink, and after attaching the nocturnal catheter pouch, and he trotted of home. Ate the meal with a 7/10 Rating.
I went to wash the pots before getting my much-needed ablutions attended to. , Chris forgot to check the taps and stove. The hot water had run cold, which put the mockers on my plans to do the ablutions, and I’d left the oven turned on! I was glad I’d not left the plug in the sink! TV put on… Zzz! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
