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I’ve not changed my opinion on my Worldview,
There are still things that I’d love to do,
To free the world from Trump & Starmer…
Not forgetting Herr Putin; each one a killer…
All I presume being an Oligarch,
Putting the Freemasons’ antics in the dark,
If humankind really has an overlord, a matriarch,
Or maybe it might be a God, a patriarch,
A universal ruler, a sort of symposiarch?
Will she, they, he, it, be questionable?
Will any answers be understandable?
Will the ruler be Oligarchical?
Will they find my questions to be irritable?
Will they accuse me of being heretical?
Not like being questioned by a nobody?
Should I introduce myself as Gerald or Inchie?
Or, should I first offer an apology?
Should I speak anachronistically?
In Nottingham slang, would he understand me?
Can I be brave enough to tell him directly…
Or confuse him & speak anacoluthically?
I think he created humankind, sardonically,
I hope he got a laugh with his agacerie!
Do I need to act like an appellee?
Shall I show him my broken knee?
Say how I suffered neurotically?
He never stopped wars, deaths, criminality…
Millions died defending & attacking a country!
I think he should have shown more advertency,
Did he tell off Hitler, Stalin or Mussolini?
Say, naughty boys, you should have known better?
Heaven & Hell, the latter got the better?
Humans who did better were generally eviler…
Our justice frees early, many a murderer…
And many then go on to be a serial killer,
I’ve just come round from another mini-seizure,
I read this from the start, I couldn’t remember…
the plot of the Ode, and Oh, dear…
It took me a while; concentration-fragmentation…
It sounds like a conceptualisation…
That should have tested my imagination,
I viewed this with a certain dubitation,
I gleaned very little satisfaction…
With a degree of deflation…
A mused over the biggest UK con, decimalisation!
I’ll stop now, my brain’s gone into deactivation!
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05:00hrs: I woke up feeling rather delicate. The odd sneeze, the usual dizziness, my balance was better than normal when I stood up to take off the wee-wee pouch, and I remembered the balance exercises.
Kicked off the moment that the toothbrush was used, and at the same time, for no apparent reason, 
joined in the assault.
I had a feeling that things were not going to go well today, you just know sometimes, don’t you?
Although the shaving went very well, indeed, not a single cut or nick! The pain began to increase to a point where I thought about calling the Doctor for an appointment. Had I known what was coming later, I would have. Again, for an unknown reason, 
he stayed for the rest of the day! 
Was relentless!
Carer Nimra arrived as I was hanging up the Khagoul I’d handwashed in the wetroom. She checked the right leg, removing the straps to reveal that the nurse had applied a large bandage over the leaky blisters. I had no idea she had. Which goes to prove that 
is also on the job with the other ailments. I’m anticipating others will join in soon. She checked the HC figures, foamed the ankle and leg and put the straps back on, not necessarily in that order. Nirma, kindly give me a dollop of Photpain Gel on my lower back and rub it in well, along with a Codeine 30g and two paracetamols, as part of the usual medications. Said my thanks, and she departed.
All a part of the mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal Dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Memory Mangling Malcolm, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Sandra’s Seizures, Arithmaphobia, Fractures Kne Frank, Cartilages Choe & Carol, Arthur Itis, and Toothache Tiffany – I may have missed a few off. Along with the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, and then 
Class One! I passed wind, and an involuntary escapage started from the rear end. Cleaning things up and freshening myself took a good while.
It was foggy and raining when I went to make a brew of tea, so I got Kodak Tim Two and took dome photographs from inside 
the balcony of the views on offer. The first one to the right. This second one is slightly to the right.
Then I spotted the 
strategic parking experts’ results in the end car park. I hope we don’t need to call the Fire Service. Health & Safety? Tsk!
I made an old, used blog years ago. I was (and am again today with the following mayhem), so far behind. I hoped to catch up. Hahaha!
I got that blog posted and stood up to treat myself to another mug of tea, and have some bikkies to dunk! But, no!
As I got up, 
gave way on me. I managed to avoid going over, but twisted my back in doing so. The language and pain were both extreme, I’m afraid. An extra Codeine was taken.
When Carer Ejaz called, he gave my back a good dollop of Phorpain gel, well rubbed in.
I’m getting fed up with this new pain.
I made a start on this blog, and after an hour or so, thinking I was doing well, I decided to put the TV on. But, No! 
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Could I find the remote control? NO!
That was the end of blogging! I spent three hours searching for it until Ejaz made his late call.
Every cupboard, shelf and drawer in the room, and I was getting more het-up and angry with myself as time went on. So much so that 
he joined the other pains, and he was not playing at it either. I gulped some Peptac, knowing it was not going to help, which got me even more pissed-off with myself. I then started sorting out two of the drawers. Then, back to searching everywhere in the room, without any luck, I even looked in the wet room, kitchen and junk room! Under the recliner, cupboard, desk, table, in the balcony… Huh!
I prayed that 
would visit me, that would have been great – it would not have solved the problem, but I would not have been bothered!
Ejaz returned on the late visit, but he did not have much time to help. He did some searching for me. All to no avail. I believed that I’d go into the habit of putting the remote in the recliner side pocket, and had done so when I got out of the recliner to climb into the ex-hospital bed. I fear I may have missed the side pocket and dropped it in the waste bin, possibly. That was thrown down the waste chute by Nirma this morning as she left. That is the only thing I could think of that may have happened. Naturally, this really got the self-lambasting going.
I’m well unimpressed with myself,
sour, bitter & so depressed!
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Another fruitless search, what a pillock!
Got the meal prepped and ate it at the computer,
growing deeper all the 
time. Not a bad nosh.
Added peas and BBQ gravy to the ready meal. Dipping many slices of Milk Roll bread in the gravy. A lime & Lemon yoghourt was taken for afters. Burp!
I took this snap out of the kitchen window of the late-night view. It came out very dark, too dark to see anything. In the morning, I lightened it a bit.
Come to think of it, it was already morning. No TV to watch, so I pressed on until I could go no further with this blog, in an effort to catch up a smidge.
04:30hrs, too tired to continue, I did the safety checks, then climbed into the hospital bed. Sleep came easily, but so did 
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He was having a go at me about newer stuff tonight, thankfully, Carer Nimra arrived to wake me up three-and-a-half hours later.
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Up at 04:10hrs! I am a fool!
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!) – 
was not happy, and as I was straightening up, I caught my 
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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! 
to try again. 
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!
ot of me, finally getting my first mug of tea of the day! Nirma took a good shot with Kodak Tim Two.
I handwashed a khagoule and the other pair of under-socks and hung them to dry in the wet room.
? 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!
manager will be calling me soon, I’m sure.
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
by a seizure that I had no warning of coming.
tter.
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!
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05:30hrs: I was woken by 
Who I felt was trying to detach my head from my body. Within seconds of waking up, he gave up trying, and then I had the attention of 
were suffered.
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As gently as I could, I found and brushed the few teeth I had left. I had to have an 
; I’d not had one for eight hours.I dropped the toothbrush. Which bounced of the edge of the sink and fell on the floor. 
and 
though! I’d calmed down after taking a break and taking this photo of the morning view. I took one of the sky as well. But it 
seemed to come out so differently coloured from what my eyes saw when taking it? Perhaps I was still annoyed?
Both knees, and where I could reach on my back. Then on to the Barrier Creaming. Under arms, under my man-breasts, between the top of the legs, and my 
lower private parts were done. I’ll ask Carer Nimra to do the knees, ankles and feet for me with the foam and emollients in the morning, before she puts on the feet undersocks and strappings. I’d be lost without the Carers.
I very carefully Germolened the extra sensitive lower regions, both of them. The right one keeps changing size?
Next, another delicate 
operation, but oh, it so cooled down the stinging! I almost started singing for joy at the relief.
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and used the nasal sprays. Got the Ophthalmic eyedrops in. The usual performance again. I’m sure I missed more than I got in the eyes. The liquid runs down the cheek, so I have to shut my lips in case any trickles into the mouth. It did once
The ready-made Parselt Box meals arrived. I bought a few of the faggot and mashed potatoes in gravy ones, they were on offer.
Kitchen window photographs, taken late on. First, to the right; the second, to the left. It seemed to be getting 
lighter? It may be me getting tired, or is there a slight possibility that I may have made a bit of a grammatical error, a 
and put them in the wrong order? This is not out of the ordinary.
Is still playing me up from this morning’s enforced genuflectioning.
Got my faggots, potatoes & gravy meal ready, and took a snap of it. Well, I thought I did. But I couldn’t find it on either the SD card or the internal memory. Again! Another lost snap!
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I was searching for another lost snap of this morning’s piccy of the microwave. Could I find it? Well, No!
This took me back to my anklesnapping days. Faggots, 3d – (1½p) (Tom Sanderson, Arkwright Street) for six in those days, were a part of the luxury dining in our house! 
. Ejaz. I asked him to take the leggings and under-socks off on this last call, so I can enjoy a shower on Wednesday morning. There I go again, making plans. When will I ever learn?
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Three on the right are from a video my Carer took of me enjoying a seizure…
seconds, I was out of it.
I’ll ask Ejaz on Wednesday to find a way,
is rattling away now,
Early morning rain.
A little later, I went on the
The gone-midnight feast!
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Up at 04:00hrs. The night pouch was removed from the day
forthcoming. I may snuff it before I ever get them all done again. I’ll never do it. Tsk! & Ranglesomeness! 
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. 
wasn’t keen on my doing so, and the gums bled a smidgeon.
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or 
, as I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to take off the feet and leg strappings last night. Humph!
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.
of them coming out alright for once. 
, 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 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!
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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 
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, each having the ability
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Sausage & Hostage, another verbal blooper,
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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!
was hindering my plans.
I booked in at reception, sat down to await my turn to be seen,
Taking this snap en route,
I started a little photographing,
Took this shot of the Council House decaying,
All the bus stops had kids awaiting,
Crossed the road and went into a shop, Heron’s,
It looks so unkempt, close to biohazardous,
I dropped the mobile; it could not be seen.
He met me as I opened the swipe door,
I made a bad meal before, but never so bad.
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I did take these early-day snaps, but I can’t recall why or when for certain. So much of the depressing day was spent on trying to access the Word files that I’d stupidly somehow sent to either the MS Cloud or Dropbox… There was an empty reminder pad when I got around to this on 
Wednesday morning.
path that goes from the flats up to the Woodthorpe Grane Park. Yobboes had tipped over about 50% or more of the green plastic 
fences. Some equipment was kicked or pushed over on its side. Then the best shot, well, saddest really. My beloved tree copse. The changing colours brought on by the arrival of autumn looked so beautiful. If anyone is thinking of visiting Nottingham, I suggest they bring some drugs to bribe the knife-wielding muggers and a few cans of pepper-spray. It goes without saying that a stab vest would be advisable as well.
After Ejaz departed, I got a visit from 
its undescribable. Bringing different responses each time. None of them was nice, but this time it was horrendous.
Horis was present as I started eating my daily meal. Smoked mackerel fillets in BBQ sauce, with some more sauce added from a bottle. Chip Shop Style Chips, a bread roll, and some absolutely horrid, tasteless petits pois. The brand, which I thoroughly recommend that you avoid, is ‘Duacy’.
Took the dishy to the kitchenette to be washed.
Took a shot to the left of the first one, eyeballing a lot of red lights on the horison. Or it could have been caused by my unsteady shaking hands. I dropped a tray while washing them up. 
05:10hrs: Guess who came to me this morning when I stirred back into imitation mock-life, and I was removing the nocturnal catheter pouch from the day bag? Realising I’d had another nocturnal seizure, when the sour, caustic, acidic-tasting upsurge of gas from the innards reached my throat, mouth and nose, the moment I bent down to the bag valve. 
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But it was good timing, as I was still standing right next to the hospital bed. I logged this incident after doing my ablutions. (Used an old photograph). A gentler fall would not have been possible. What’s more, and not withstanding, besides that, 
I almost enjoyed it!
As I took this snap of the morning view
joined in and shoulder-charged into the door frame. 
for Phorpain & Peptac for me. A food order from Ocado arrived.
Nimra took the bags into the kitchen for me; there were a lot of them!
wholemeal rolls, and some Polish cooked sausages. The second one, cheese puffs, Marmite puffs, Marmite cheese blown-balls, and Flora no-
butter, all vegetable butter, with a fantastic taste, too! It tasted better than any butter. And nurses’ coffee drinks. Beefy Drink.
Vegetable puffs, a sliced Milk Roll loaf, tasteless Daucy peas, pickled mushrooms, and shortbread bikkies, other biscuits out of view. This Jason’s sourdough ciabatta sliced loaf was on offer. It felt like a housebrick… Hope it tastes nice, even at a special offer price.
He stayed unrelenting for about five hours!
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