Do you usually take the bait?
Or do you weigh up the odds and wait?
Do you think life is hell or bittersweet?
Political Parties, who were bivariate,
Now, there’s Starmer’s shower, & he’s variate,
I wouldn’t say he was inadequate…
Mayhap a little ignorant and inquorate,
Despite his backhanders, he looks lanate,
The Tories, now powerless to negate…
Herr Starmer’s a political novitiate,
No politician can stop or obdurate…
Nobody to challenge him, to objurgate,
As Prime Minister, he’s illegitimate,
His lies got him in power to infuriate…
Kier should be easy to mock and humiliate,
He should not wait to hibernate…
He has no moral convictions to incapacitate,
No guilt, no shame, no loss of face to illustrate,
He loves to regulate but not reevaluate,
His robbing of pensioners will reverberate,
His own HMG rules he does violate,
If his lies continue, he’ll vermiculate,
His lies are ignored, as with Watergate,
I don’t think he’s anyone’s mate!
His dishonesty is too complex to mitigate,
Only gloom for the UK’s proletariat,
His underhandedness can only be profligate,
The proletariat, Keir does provocate…
His lies, he continues to replicate,
Lies by omission on autorepeat,
Before each move, they collectively machinate,
Thesaurus consulted for compassionate…
They all already know how to spell desperate,
Trying to avoid using misappropriate,
Grabbing everything that companies donate,
MP’s expenses are ignored; they do not noviciate,
Starmer continues to confuse & obfuscate, He’s a clever con man, a tergiversator…
Cunning defrauder, liar, and defalcator,
Hustler, bustler, shyster, & backhand-taker,
A true Labour voter dissapointer & alienator,
One more thing about our new Prime Minister…
He’s a two-faced, double-dealing ambidexter! I hope I don’t get a visit from his barrister?
To sue me for defamation of character…
He can come to see me, we can have a natter…
If he finds time amidst his backhanding colloquia,
Getting his lagniappes, donations & baksheeshes,
He stole my fuel allowance, but does it matter?
May I express my thoughts about him? A conspirator! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Contrails in the sky!
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What do I see today, politically?
Alcoholically, ablutionary, & apocalyptically!
Backhanders taken, greedily,
Compassion? Only adumbratively…
Questions answered deviantly,
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Top of Starmer’s gaffes,
“Sausages” instead of “hostages”!
Showing his gaffe addictiveness,
He shows tendencies of being anorakish,
Some decisions made, are cartoonish!
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His gaffes can always be worked around,
His lies leave voters spellbound,
Not denied, just juxtapositioned,
He thinks everything he’s done is sound,
Price rises, are not propound!
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The Tories are now but a bugaboo…
To come back, they must be true-blue!
Their defeat for me, was a blanscue,
I knew what Labour were going to do…
Win the election! More price rises are due!
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Bet they’ve got gelt on some archipelago,
Fiddle expenses, take backhanders too,
More & more dosh they seem to accrue,
Gas, electricity cost rises for us though,
Food, bread, spuds, up, even cocoa!
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I unwillingly got up at 05:00hrs.
Removed the nocturnal catheter pouch.
Got up and nearly fell back down again. Gave way on me.
She did this again a couple of hours later. But I was in the hallway at the time, taking the groceries, so the walls saved me that on that occasion.
Next, a rare prolonged visit from .
As far as I could tell, I’d had no seizures of any type or kind up to now.
I took a photo of the calendar clock to include here later, after resizing it to fit the page.
Took a blue-view photo from the kitchen. Cloudless! But not for long.
Sorted the waste bags and got them to the waste chute, but stopped myself in time. It was too early to use it yet, for fear of waking somebody living below as the bags tumble the twelve floors to the bin. I returned to the flat, and made up three one litre drinks to satisfy the demands from the bladder & catheter. I used soda water ones. One with some lemon in to flavour it, one with orange cordial, and the last one with Tango orange. Each one also had a sprinkling of bicarbonate-of-soda added.
I downloaded the photos I had already taken to CorelDraw. It took me some time to get the computer to save the files, but I eventually managed to do so.
The intercom came to life. It was the Asda order arriving. The driver packed the lose goods into carrier bags for me. I insisted had picked a drink for himself before he left. Plenty to pick from.
I started packing the things away, planning to take photos of the food as I emptied the bags.
I walked Carer Ejaz. He hurried me to get the things away, so no chance for many photos. I took two before he arrived. He fitted the diabetic socks, issued the prescription medications, checked the taps, and verified the food dates.
So, I opened the cupboard doors, the fridge, and so on, to take shots of them when he had gone.
First photo.
Second snap. Asda didn’t have two of the breads in stock, so it looks likely I’ll never buy a loaf of my favourite one, the sliced milk roll. Humph! The fridge.
The freezer.
Top cupboard,
Bottom cupboard.
I got the stew of the day, a vegetarian started. Doing it in the slow-cooker this time. Onions, carrots, mushrooms, gravy pot, gungo beans, pickled black peas, pickled water chestnuts, & a tin of garden peas, with some Gung Po added. Left it on a low light for two hours, then turned it up.
Got the ode sorted out and posted it on the blog. Feeling tired now.
Carer Joe arrived at 13:15hrs. He rang British Gas again and got through this time, after a long wait, but he did say they were playing jazz music. Hehe! Not sure how much the call will cost me, but the lad was on it for a long time. He eventually got through the hoard of human messages, and spoke to someone. He said it has been sorted now. Thanks, Joe.
I went into the kitchenette to turn up the heat for the stew and added some tinned potatoes That I had sliced up. The juice was tasty.
Back in the main rubbish room, I emptied the catheter day pouch into the jug… and… I was bent down released and kept hold of to shake the exit switch, and Lost Balance Brutus had me over. The urine ended up on the carpet with me! Cartilage Chloe, Arthur Itis Len on the left knee, and bashing my arm against the chair as I fought my way back onto my feet after the tumbled, offered as much pain as I ever want to handle again. The day was going so well, as well! However, it worsened even further for the knees and back. All that bending to soak up the wee as fast as I could. It took me ages to get it anywhere near dry. Then, I sprayed the fabric conditioner and fresh air spray around, I on the corner of the ottoman. Aargh! Needless to say, !
Then, as I recovered from the incident and had cleaned it up as best I could, I returned to blogging. Shot up the leg, as far as my groin. Fair enough, they eased off a lot, and were barely reaching the knee. Then the shocks cut out, and cold tingling sensation took over.
Sister Jane rang. We had a natter. She has glaucoma now, bless her. We spoke about football and swapped tales from the past.
I went to put the thin dressing gown on the kitchen window, as the sun was blooming again. I rechecked the stew, nowhere near ready yet, might be an hour or two at least. I left it on high.
Went on the WR Reader, then the comments.
I’ll have to have the meal after the Carer has been. It’ll never be ready in time to eat it first. This leaves me with the pressure (not really) of remembering to put on the night catheter pouch. What am I saying. I am a fool! Somehow, I thought it was 20:45, and it isn’t. It’s 16:45! And it’s the third visit!
Bootiful Puffer Clouds.
I went to get some more cleaners to try again at removing the accidental urine Accifauxpa scent from the carpet. And found the Rhodesian (as was, it’s now Zimbabwe) police officer truncheon. 1962 I got this.
Joe, then Ejaz made the last two calls.
Grammarly is not working properly; no spell checks are being made.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Bless the poor old sausage! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Frustration makes me wish I was unborn,
Depression; Why? I’m not certain,
Before I face my final curtain…,,
Why do I always underperform?
I can’t sleep due to my own thought storm,
What could make my life, less tiresome?
With the catheter contraption worn, <<<<<>>>>>
I’ve done nothing to make me admirable,
I’d like to be again analytically capable,
Have romp, with lady so angelical,
These thoughts are all antilogical,
Sex at 82 is not recommendable,
Not only is my ticker undependable…
Life for me is no longer wadable. <<<<<>>>>>
As failures and worries accumulate,
Dementia makes the brain less accurate,
Thinking of sex? Long ago did mussitate,
Catheter? Forced me to terminate…
Distant memories of when I could mate,
Desires, passions, no longer machinate,
It’s been forty years since I had a date!
And that’s frustrating to me mate! <<<<<>>>>>
Not that I had any sexual effectiveness,
Lost abilities = gained acrimoniousness,
My appointment with the neurosurgeons,
Waited three years, with little urgence…
Both legs with diabetic bandages,
And rapidly failing cartilages,
Power charges, HMG, both bloodsuckers!
Day & night, I get the seizures,
Most of all I get the desires…
No more sex, or dancing, it’s pathetic…
I’ve Glaucoma, deafness, nothing climatic,
Daily I’m growing much more empathetic,
What I miss most, I’ll not be too explicit,
Is Grizelda’s sessions, they were fantastic,
Frantic, frenetic, fundamentalistic,
Memories, now far out of reach…
My dream of Grizelda’s return, is foolish,
The fearful truth, is tempus fugit!
Self-consoling with things gastronomic,
Now I’ve a bouncing belly, that’s gigantic, <<<<<>>>>>
Creating humankind? Was it just a gimmick?
All I’ve got from life, is acroparesthesia,
No longer interested, I’m now a flaneur
Starmer the acclaimer and enjoinder,
Putin the attacker, ever threatening,
Liar Trump, now liar Putin copying!
Why are all tellurians fearing?
Squabbling, murdering, starving,
Quarrelling, arguing bickering,
World-ending leaders & Oligarchs,
Daily they are contraindicating,
Midst the violence, the mugging,
Shooting, stabbing & conquesting,
Battling, waring, the world’s combusting,
Betraying, cheating & deceiving,
So many innocents grieving…
Rulers? Champagne, vodka, delabating,
While earth’s population is detritioning. >>>>><<<<<
I once found life to be coruscating,
Now I believe it is devastating…
Dangerous, and debilitating…
But not for the idiots who are ruling,
As they carry on greedily enfeebling…
their own voters citizens; uncaring,
Getting evermore disobliging:,
Uncivil, unsympathetic, morally-offending
Laughing at imagined enemies, taunting,
While global-warning denigrating…
Blameless, faultless families, scared & hiding,
Poor mites no water, possibly starving,
Underground, hugging and/or cuddling,
Millions running away, emigrating,
Leaders carry on as usual…
Manipulating, cheating and defrauding!
A saviour? I hope he arrives in the morning! >>>>><<<<<
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I spent that long on today’s Ode (Although I did enjoy doing it – not the content, but my protesting). It is already 17:40hrs, and I got up at 04:00hrs! This will have to be brief and concise. Otherwise, it will be another early morning, head-down time.
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Up at 0400hrs. The nocturnal catheter bag contents showed a 6-rating this morning.
No seizures yet, and only one cartilage gave way on me all day long, well up to now. Cartilage Chloe.
I must have had a shake on when I took this one. But, it made for an interesting modern art effort?
Early Morning
I started with a similar evacuation to yesterday on the Porcelain Throne.
I took this snap from the kitchen. I gathered all the necessary items for this morning’s whole ablution event at the wet room. No, that’s not true! Sorry. I’d ran out of clean Kagoules. In fact, I only had one left, that needed washing, cause I’d just taken it off. So, I hand-washed one and hung it in the wet room to drip-dry with the wall heater on full.
Which shows that I was not entirely with it. Cause I had to move it to get into the shower. Yes, I know, I’m an idiot!
So I got the towels from the airer.
And swapped them with the Kagoule.
Then I could start the ablutionings… No, another Whoopsie!
So I took poff the Kagoule, and replaced the towels on the airer. Putting the Kagoule in the kitchen sink, to make sure the towel would be nice and warm after I’d done the ablutionings. I’m losing this! Hehe! Another Whoopsie!
I realised that I’d not taken off the catheter contraption’s day bag holder pouch. Back into the front room to remove it and get it in the laundry bag.
As I got in the room and bent down, I had a Seizure if sine sort, that lasted the three seconds or so it took me to tumble onto the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, recliner. Which was a lot better than going down onto the floor, and so easy to get back up again. By the time I got back to the wet room, I felt tired again, as if I’d been up for couple of hours already and had got nowt done. I had to smile when I saw the clock in the wet room. I had been up for over two hours! Now I needed to cut corners to save time and ensure I finished before the Carer was due. . After two false starts, I tried again. Great! one cut shaving, bloody toothache again. I was amazed at how well things went. Even getting the fresh Amazon PPs on was was a piece of cake. I wasn’t wearing pants made of cake, you’ll understand? Hahaha!
After rejigging the Kaghoule with the towels again, I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea. Very welcome! I got on the computer and started on the mammoth ode above. I got a little carried away with it, cause if flowed so easily. Just the one mini seizure, and as for , I think she’s fallen out with me. I do hope this carries on. Is enough bother witout any help from Anne Gyna. I must have already used a tenner’s worth of the pain-ease spray.
Carer Ejaz, formerly Ahmed arrived a little later than usual. As it is a Bank Holiday and the public is finding it difficult to use the Sunday Timetable buses. He gave the medications and got my diabetic socks fitted. He was already well behind, so he did not stop for the usual chat that we have.
I made a JS food order for next week, Tuesday. This week’s ASDA order, I cut back on a little. I think! This Arithmaphobia is getting worse. I’m bad enough with word remembering. Good job I’d made lists to use on my blogs. Numers, dates etc. I regularly find errors on the calendar and blog. To many!
Carer Joe arrived. 13:15hrs. He obligingly tried to obtain the Electricity meter reading for British Gas online. However, we were unable to get it to accept them. He spent more time than he wanted to and had to give up when he found a message saying ‘They could not access my account! Why? No reason given. Hump! We shared our farewells and off he trotted. Nice lad.
Back to the Ode again, and got it finished. Even the punchline came easily this time. Made a start on the blog proper.
Then I went to make up the feast I had planned for today’s meal in advance (I thought). Realising the time, and it wasn’t in advance… What happened to the time again? I put the items in the fridge and worked on the WP reader, perusing and replying to comments.
Getting late now. Better heat the meal up. Beef in onion gravy, boil-in-the-bag. With Home pickled water chestnuts and black chickpeas. Then I added some rich gravy seasoning, my beloved Gung Po sauce and garden peas to the mixture. Stirred it all up nicely, added some Marmite, then cooked it in the microwave for eight minutes, stirring it vigorously after four minutes. Three doorstep-sized slices of white bread, dipped and dunked. Slurp!
I watched the Burnley v Sheffield United match. My second-favourite team, Burnley, won. To be honest they didn’t deserve to. But I was so glad. This meant they would be promoted to the Premier League as winners of the Championship. have spent 60 seasons in the top division of English football, 47 in the second, 11 in the third, and 7 in the fourth division, historically. In the 2020s, they have been promoted to the Premiership on six occasions, and relegated after one season on six of them in the first year.
In 1960, Burnley won the First Division, and Forest avoided relegations by just one point. Mixed emotions there!
1962 FA CUP FINAL
SPURS BEAT BURNLEY 3-1 THEY WAS ROBBED BY A CROOKED REFEREE!
Tottenham Hotspur took an early lead when Jimmy Greaves scored past Burnley goalkeeper Adam Blacklaw with a low left foot shot to the right corner of the net. The score remained 1–0 until half time. Burnley equalised shortly after the interval through Jimmy Robson, who in doing so had scored the 100th FA Cup Final goal at Wembley. However, Bobby Smith quickly countered for Tottenham Hotspur to restore their one-goal lead. Smith had scored in the 1961 final and remained the only player to score in successive finals for the next forty years, until Freddie Ljungberg of Arsenal repeated the feat with goals in the 2001 and 2002 finals. With ten minutes remaining, Burnley defender Tommy Cummings handled the ball on the goal-line and a penalty was awarded to Tottenham. Danny Blanchflower sealed victory for Tottenham with a penalty that sent Blacklaw the wrong way, securing Tottenham Hotspur’s fourth FA Cup. Despite the opinion of the final by the press, the game itself actually produced more action in the penalty area than any previous post-war final, with the two keepers being forced into more saves from shots on target than any two keepers in any previous post-war final. The game also pivoted on two moments of controversy. The first came midway through the second half when Jimmy Robson was put through to score what looked like a second equaliser for Burnley. The linesman’s flag ruled the goal out and while BBC television pictures are not conclusive the call was an extremely close one. The second centred on Tottenham’s decisive penalty when the opposite linesman flagged for a foul, presumably on goalkeeper Blacklaw seconds before the handball incident for which the penalty was awarded. The referee did not seem to see the linesman’s flag and pointed to the spot while, to their credit, none of the Burnley players protested. I bet you’d never have believed that this could happen? But the scumball of a cheating, backhanded referee got away with it.
Thus, my horrible-hatred and loathing for Tottenham Hotspur was given birth. I still have most of it left! Just thought I’d mention it! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CHIN-CHIN, ALL! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cooked pot of pork knuckle, beetroots, pickled black beans and water chestnuts, a giant potato pancake, two doorstep sized slices of bread, and a spot of BBQ sauce added. A cheap icecream cone to follow.
Ate it all up, like a good little boy. Hehehe!
22:20hrs: I got bedded down, and was soon off into the land of slumber, where I had a dream.
I was in the Tardis, with Herr Starmer. I recognised it from the TV series, but there were also members of Parliament, all arguing. Starmer seemed oblivious to this, and carried on over-talking them. I wish I could recall more. But that’s all folks! As some old Walt Disney cartoons used to end. Not that I can recall it at the moment, but I reckon I must have got up during the morning, and took these photographs from the kitchen window. Putting them on, I remembered the green sky, and wondering what I’d done wrong? To the right I think. To the left I think. Ahead, I guess. Closer shot, ahead. (Brown now?)
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Well, he’s back another reactivation,
Imbedding in me, thoughts of a madman,
Or perhaps, to be closer, a badman…
Silly thoughts, developed, began…
Will I ever get to use a bedpan again?
A chance to dance, the twist or can-can?
If I’m reborn, I’d like to be a Casanovan,
I’m passing wind with power of a turbofan,
I can hear words, they’re stentorian…
However, I refuse to pay attention,
They are full of hatred & vilification…
Loathing, defamation, castigation…
Giving me collywobbles & trepidation,
They laughed at my coming trephination,
Is the voice mine? Am I in regression?
My alto-ego is a much better rhetorician,
I leave no progeny, offspring, scion,
What will I leave in residualisation?
With age, comes a painful realisation,
Unwarranted dismal and depression,
I’d use a little prognostication…
Involving perception, conceptualisation,
But it would only be assumption, supposition,
I’d love to know before my conclusion,
Can life really be just an illusion? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Best Week All Year!
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I had to use the Porcelain Throne twice overnight.
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At 06:40hrs, I bounded out of bed, and I did a backwards flip. One-handedly whipped the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. Burst into song; Frank Ifield’s Wayward Wind. Did a few press-ups, and ten minutes of shadow boxing, and opened the kitchen window to yodel my greetings and best wishes to all who could hear me… Or, if you prefer the truth…
It’d been another stormy night. It must have taken me four hours to fall asleep. with his nit-picking and reminders of various mistakes and bad choices I’ve made over the years, I finally gave up his attack. I feell asleep for about an hour, sprang awake, waited for to stop trying to twist my neck off, and as he subsided, had her turn at dislocating my shoulder bone. No chance of nodding off again no matter how tired I felt, now. At 06:40hrs, I removed the night bag, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I could hardly feel the evacuation taking place. As I stood up, I couldn’t believe the amount of mass of evacuated product in the porcelain! I’ll say no more...
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Carere Ejaz called. I forgot to ask him to take off my socks. And pointed out that have only one warfarin dose left in the stock. Ejaz said sorry for being late. No bother at all. He was using buses on a Sunday.
I prepared the meal for tonight.
Large white beans, black-eyed peas, Gung Po sauce and gravy, water chestnuts, Light Soy sauce, liquid smoke, and potatoes. Heating it slowly in the crock-pot. Yes, the same again. I do like it!
More kitchen views. Sunshine getting through. Decent shots?
Back to the blogging.
Then onto the WP Reader.
Hoping it lets me ‘like and comment’ this time.
Carer Joe arrived. He’s bought some prescription medications, bless him. Great, I was on the last Warfarin tablet, too! Thanks!
Got the meal sorted. Took snaps of the evening view. Amazing cloud formations
The days meal.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – May your week go frabjously, Your hopes develop fabulously, Your days each go unfractiously. May your plans go flawlessly, May your luck go favourably… for your fancies and foibles, Each day pass felicitously, You avoid all that goes feudally, Your dreams mature flawlessly, May others greet you fondly, And have a bit of luck, financially! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My mind does nothing assentingly, Neurotransmitters similarly… But, by gum, this may sound bizarrerie… But I’ll battle-on, although a woopie, I’ve lately been sour, crestfallenly, Depressed and feeling low desolately, All despairingly, and disconsolately, High-Mode-Horis: unexpectedly with me, I don’t expect any logicality… But I really do feel high, surprisingly! I’m still all over-the-place-vigilantly, I still sense my timidity & vincibility… And, life’s still filled with uniquity, At this moment, I am feeling happy! Now you don’t often hear this from Inchy, I know depression will return, distantly… A day, hours, minutes, or even instantly! It’ll hurt if he attacks immediately… It’s what the turd-face does, usually, I accept the prospect almost casually, That revelation although, frightens me… It reveals my neurodiversity, And perhaps my nugacity & drollery? While depression-free, perhaps he’s on holiday! When he returns, I’ll go all nebbishly… Until then, I almost feel free of moribundity! I’ve gained a different personality… At least temporarily! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It’s all good innit? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ROTTEN SLEEP AGAINA confusing first few hours. Littered with little annoyances. Which turned into a semi-panic stage later on. But more later, I’ll try to reveal things chronologically, so as not to lose myslef.
I couldn’t get to sleep in the bed for some unknown reason, so I moved into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
At last I did nod-off afew times; waking up again with neck jerks and shakes from a variety of bodily appendages, with getting her stabbing pains in a few times. But, I’ve had worse.
04:40hrs: As I removed the night pouch from the day bag, I noted how little was in the nocturnal pouch. At this time it didn’t matter, as there was no discomfort from the day bag. I checked the taps, stove, etc. things were okay. I tok a snao of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window.
I’d done the bleeding gums and teeth, and was about to start on the shaving, but had to divert to the Porcelain Thone with haste. Damned good job I was in wet room, cause I would never have got there in time. As yesterday, it started on its own. Phew!
Just one weenie-cut shaving. The medicationings went great. Just the usual agony applying the fungal lesion ointment… well, the rubbing it in hurt!
I got the fresh PPs on almost easily!
Great start to the day, I thought. I was feeling a smidge perky now! So, I got the waste bags into one, and placed it near the door.
I handwashed the wolly hat and towel and hung them in the clothes arer in the hallway.
I got the computer on, and had flow-back pains from the catheter. I took a peek at things, and wriggled the tubes, but the flow-back pains were still coming every couple of minutes.
Carer Ejaz arrived. I was told him about the flow-backs. He got the medications issued. Got my diabetic socks on my legs. Reminded me about the vitamin tablets. Then some serious pains came from the flowback. His next job, was to put a new day catheter as sleeve on my leg. We had hoped the new bag would be successfully used. Haha! But, No!
Ejaz had a look, but he couldn’t free the flow for me. I tried it again, with the same results.
Ejaz suggested that I phone the Distric Nurses. A problem with that is they are not working on weekends. But tey may assess the situation safety-wise at least. But it wastoo early to call yet. I asked Ejaz to take a photo of the catheter contraption for me, so I can put it here and see if I can identify what’s causing the problem. Ejaz put a plaster on one of the welts that was bleeding. He had to go, he had a lot to do this morning. When I got around to uploading the photo. I noticed that the top tube from Little Inchie was backed up full. The new catheter tube below was gin-clear!
I assumed the problem was with the connecting tube thingamagig.
So, I took a closer look. After a struggle, I squashed, squeezed, and tugged at the connector, and it started to slowly flow. I could see some creamy yellow bits of whatever, going through with the urine. It is still backing up even now, hours later. But I keep squashing, squeezing, and tugging, and the flow starts again, gradually slowing down.
I may be due for a contraption replacement?
The Iceland elive ry arrived. The man kindly carried the carrier bags through to the kitchen for me. Kind of him, that was. The only frozen food I’d bought was the cheap ice cream cones. I got them in the freezer first. I spotted the giant potato waffle in there. I’ll have that today I think. Iceland has Gung Po sauce on offer, so I bought some. I couldn’t find them when I searched for Gung-Po sauce. Luckily, I tried a search for Sharwood’s, and it came up. While setting up the food cupboard things for this photo; I had the weirdest of seizures. I just stopped what I was doing and held onto while leaning against the door in the corner. I can’t say why I did this, but I’m ever so glad that I did. A phenomenal loss of balance and a dizzy spell came over me, lasting around ten seconds. Had I not took precautions they would have had me over without question. How the hell did I know? Weird! I got the idea to put some Marmite on the potato hash Browns later. Well!
A different carer called who is doing the last three calls. His name is Mirza. Seemed like a nice enough lad. He gave me some Peptac when I asked for it. And listened while I told him of the catheter problems.
Then I got on with blogging and the ode making.
WordPress not letting me like or comment on the Reader? Humph! Now the photos are disappearing!
Proof that the Grim Reaper is Evil! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Life now seems full of stupefaction,
To which I hold many a reaction…
Overall, after my pondering summation,
I cut down on taking beta-blocker medication,
To help me with my concentration,
I weighed up the facts, with consideration
My brain tending towards absquatulation,
Considered my rear-end’s vesiculation,
It had no bearing on the situation,
Considering problems I didn’t want to mention,
The neurologist who said I’ve verbigeration,
Will my research ultimately reach a conclusion?
I realise life will never be utopian,
Past failures, return, with apprehension,
Stemming my thoughts with hesitation,
Guilt, self-vulneration & vilification
Detract me from my original intention,
I often lose my current situation…
What is my purpose, my vocation?
With Dementia comes alienation,
No doubt, I can cope, using gumption…
Mine is comparatively, insignificant,
But it is bound to soon worsen,
At the same time, my catheterisation,
Means no voluntary tintinnabulation.
For concentration, I see only annihilation!
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Whatever my mood, high or low,
I’ll get part-three done tomorrow,
I’m off now to have a Cornetto! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Excellent week up to now! – –
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I stirred back into my pretend life at 05:40 hours. Another night of ever waking up, but this time & were present every time I woke up. I was concerned about them both, having two nights absence. Huh!
Nocturnal Pouch. Rating 5
Clock calendar updated. Hearing aid inserted. Earholes olive oiled. Eye sprayed. Rear end washed and antisepticated. The saving produced just two little cuts. No spillages or tumbles! Although I had a close call when getting the fresh PPs on.
Care Ahmed arrived as I was starting to season & pickle some black peas. I mentioned that the computer was correcting when I put his name in the blog; so he gave me another name to use, bless him. Ejaz. I used it when updating yesterday’s blog, it accepted this one. He issued the medications and asked me if the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Ointment treating was hurt again today. Haha, a lovely lad, ever-ready for a laugh.
I hoovered the little hallway, not that I’ve got a large hallway, anyway. I didn’t need to say that, did I? I’m wandering all ready. Then, I prepared the necessary items to finish the chickpeas and store them in the fridge for later use.
The day was brightening. However, the sunshine never did break through the clouds today.
The Kala Chan peas, Stubb’s liquid smoke (this is what McDonald’s uses in their smoked food). Mushroom liquid ketchup, Marmite, liquid sea salt, pickling vinegar, and light soy sauce. I drained the peas and put them in a leak-proof food tub. And I got it sealed and put it in the fridge. Then I opened a can of water chestnuts, and broke some up into the mix and vinegar. I had a taste of the liquid mix, and it tasted very good to me. It will require a minimum of three days in the fridge to achieve a decent level of pickledness in the peas. I must be parient. Hehe!
Back to the wet room. Urgh!
The midday call was by “Carer Joe”. We had a natter, and he said he’s doing the next call, then a new Carer would be calling. He’ll be back later. I’m not sure how long he’ll be off for, he might be on holiday.
I’d had a seizure while doing the blog when he arrived, so things can be taken with a pinch of salt.
SEIZURES FIESTA
Not for long.
But they very short, but each one was recogniseable.
I dare not move about or try to do anything on the computer, fearing a tumble or ruining the nearly finished blog. All ended well, though. They stopped after about an hour of them rattling in so fast.
Andy really has expressions that almost seem to talk to you! He’s undergoing a lot of treatment at the vets now he’s getting older. All the WPers love him.
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Good Morning!
Not much to do, just to add Ejaz visit and the days nosh. Can’t remember anything else. When Carer Ejaz made the last call, I’d been deep into a heavenly sleep for about an hour.
Boy, was I confused and tired again.
I was so tired; all I wanted was to get back to sleep.
He kindly said he would fit the new weekly catheter day bag on in the morning. But I’d not made a meal yet! So I did. Half-asleep. Hehehe!
Made the nosh up. Minced imitation beef and grey, added garden peas, pickled water chestnuts, and brown chickpeas. Poured some Gung Po sauce over it, as shown in the picture above. Mixed it all up and microwaved it. Loverly!
Of course, that was end of any sleep for the night.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – In the past, I’ve taken some abasements, Not achieved many accomplishments, I’ve been far too acquiescent, Seen poverty, never been truly affluent, Now my mind & body are out of alignment, Names given to every one of my ailments, People look at me in utter amazement… Is it my warped body, or my accent? Or my brain, that’s out of alignment? My fears & worries are getting accrescent, Little education, perhaps an autodidact? Life used to bare some astoundment… wonderment, amazement, & astonishment, I genuinely think I’ve become abeyant! My skin wrinkled, turning albicant. >>>>><<<<< Medications? Codeine, Warfarin anticoagulant, Lansoprazole, Furosemide, fluconazole, Bata-Blockers, Finasteride, Bisoprolol, Atorvastatin, Enoxaparin & Ramipril, Piles, Cartilages, Chloe and Carol, Aludrox, Diabetic Socks, Thiazide, I’ve run out of diabetic Repaglinide, Oh, yes, I’m well antisepticised, I may even be bourgeoisified, I’m not now got a bleeding backside! >>>>><<<<< Watching films, I’ve actually cried, The girls with whom I cosied… Not one of them was dissatisfied, Although some at first they faux-defied, I usually ended up well satisfied, I tried to be fair and act dignified, Problems identified, they intensified, Then I became unworthily undignified, Now, in old age, I think I’ve immatured, My hope for peace seems justified, I see my faults, and they remain uncorrected… Facts, figures dates & times I’ve memorised, My brain has not been notified… Messages Doreen Dementia has nullified, The gap twixt reality & fact gets wide, Solutions not forthcoming, not procured, Can life not be altered, transmogrified? Into an existence where I’m not petrified? Why is good luck considered a proscripted benefit for me? Ah, well, it’s time I imbibed! >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CATCHING UP – – – – An inferior shot of the sun on its way down, taken from the kitchenette window. I think I might have already posted this one yesterday. Doorstep-sized slices of bread were dunked into the Bulgarian-made Compass brand can of sausage and bean Stew, with some Gung Po sauce and water chestnuts added. Very Nice! It claims that a healthy dose of fibre and calcium is provided with just one serving of beans. With the addition of sausage, the dish offers the best of both health and taste. I wouldn’t claim that on its own. But, with the Gung Po sauce, yes! I ate it all! Not keen on the soft sausage. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Part of the Tim Price feline family. Look at those eyes! King of the Clowder & it shows! Handsome chap, from New Mexico. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CLASSIC PAINFUL TOE STUBBBING For an unknown reason, I decided to make up some laundry pots. I use bicarbonate of soda tubs to put the laundry pods and fresher in. I’ve got about ten pots done, why I would want to make more up, is just one of the many mysteries of Woodthorpe Courts hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind!
Then, I couldn’t find the crystals anywhere. I searched the room, the unused bedroom, the kitchen hallway, and the wet room. At the time, I could not remember even moving them anywhere.
The innards warned me to get to the Porcelain Throne in some haste. So, I did! I’m glad I did. Because it was a close call, I managed to do it just in time. The evacuation was completed within seconds of initiating the motion. Well, I didn’t start it really, it flowed on its own, before my coxic landed on the raised plastic seat. Pongy in the extreme! I knocked some things off of the trolley. Cleaning up took 30 minutes!
I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea, and got the computer on. After it had been on for a minute or two, I got this message appear on the screen. Narrator Keyboard. I didn’t knnow I’d turned on the narrator keyboard. Or what the flipping ‘eck it was or is for that matter!
I pressed Caps Lock + 1 to turn off whatever it was, and the last three photos and graphics simply disappeared from the Editor page. The mysteries of Woodthorpe Courts hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas strike again!
I got on the computer and started working on today’s Ode. I hope you like it. 👍🏼
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Warden
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Deana came to see me. I was just coming out of yet another mini-seizure at the time. I can’t recall everything we said, but I remember two things (I think) I mentioned, which must have sounded to Deana like a lot of nonsense. One, I mentioned the current seizure, but I’m not sure what I meant; I waffled a bit, I reckon. And not finding the tubs I had made up, nor the stack of air fresheners, fabric sprays, and laundry fresheners that had magically disappeared. I did add, that when “Carer Joe” arrives, I bet he’d go straight to them. Making me feel a twit. Which caused a laugh.
Returning to ode creation, I had struggled earlier, but now I was back to my normal (albeit low) level of concentration; it flowed more easily for me.
I finished it and posted it on the blog.
01:20 hrs: “Carer Joe” rang the intercom; I pressed “Admit”, and he was soon in the room with me. Straight away, I asked him about the freshers and inquired where I, or we, had stored them during Joe’s make-more-room session. All done to make me safer and less at risk of taking a tumble, that we’d put them? Without hesitation, he pointed at the ottomans. Of course I did feel a fool anyway, but the moment he bent to take the first lid off, I remembered where we’d put them. Another mysterious blank had been solved! Hahaha!
Thanks to “Carer Joe”, who saw the funny side. And that’s a good thing. Thanks mate!
The sun was well risen now. I’ll have to put my prescription sunglasses on soon. When the sun comes round and in through the balcony windows. I do this now, when the glare disturbs and upsets . My vision is severely affected, especially on sunny afternoons.
So no more sunshine shots, until things darken.
I moved on with blog, and was concentrating a little better. Then another mini-seizure hit home. Only a couple of minutes, well it felt like that to me. When I came round, I decided to get a cold drink from the fridge to help me clear my head. : As I stood up, the catheter day bag dropped down. The top tube yanked vicsiously at
I quickly grabbed the pouch and eased it back up, to release the pressure on Little Inchie. A little bit of bleeding. Plenty of pain, though. Took thisshot of the bag. It wasn’t ready to burst, but it was well full. The weight must have caused the droppage as I stood up. My estimate of a two minute seizure must have been well off target. I went to the wet room to clean and medicate, and I put on fresh protection pants.
As I returned to the computer, my possible mistake became apparent. It was having the cold drink, wasn’t it? Would that force the wee out faster? I think I may have lost track of this recollection. Tsk!
Blimus! It’s gone 15:00hrs already!
Mayhap the seizure was a long one after all?
I’ll get on with the WP Reader, and Comments.
Friday AM – I’m back to update!
An earlier than normal meal.
A can of beef and potato vegetable stew, plenty of Gung-Po sauce, added mushroom ketchup, and sliced pickled water chestnuts. Baked some round rolls of bread. I over cooked them a smidge. They turned out like I used to like them years ago; but the rotting teeth nowadays gave me a lot of pain. So I had to break them up and add them to the flavoured sauce to soften them slightly. Nice!
Carer Akrem Ejaz visited, and I spotted some smoke coming from the houses in the distance. I tried to take snaps, but was incapable at that time, as I had a rare, but lengthy attack from . In fact, he stayed for over an hour. Never done that before; there were a few parts of my torso appendages that escaped treatment. To make things worse, much later, when ran out of steam, along came attention from .
But her assault was only short and sharp.
I lost the plot again there! Sorry! I asked Carer Ejaz if he could take photos of the smoke coming from the fires. He took these shots for me. The first spotted smoke Then Ejaz spotted another to the right. Now he could see three! Baffling!
An odd night’s sleep.
Or, more accurately, the wake-ups started later than usual, but lasted longer than normal, and not a single one of them was a jump-awake one. I felt a smidge like I do when coming out of a . I assume I’d been having Nocturnal Seizures.
Yet once I’d decided to get up, much later than usual, I felt pretty good… for me. Hehe!
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and my bodily, dedicated to medications,
Going in, my shoulder had a collision,
Banged my head, nearly had a concussion,
The Porcelain Throne, I dumped on,
Had a Trotsky Terence evacuation…
All over within what seemed an instant!
Standing, I saw blood, & liquid aurulent.
I checked my bottie and protection pants,
Blood on the lid… is that appurtenant?
Blood twixt the top between each buttock,
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I cleaned my teeth, and they bled,
Then got on and shaved,
Five cuts with my razor blade,
I should really stay bearded,
To myself, I blethered,
Then, with me being butterfingered,
Washing my delicate feet, barefooted,
My ingrowing toenail was stubbed,
The bottom was still well blooded,
Smearing barrier cream, I lathered,
Of course, I wasn’t really bothered!
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Started the medications, antibiotical,
The clock had stopped, its analogical,
Found another sticking out blood vessel,
Then I had something of a tumble…
To the floor, I slowly crumple,
Any more, and I’ll be biopsable!
This was not the end of my trouble,
My ailments are not inalimental,
Many ailments were responsible,
Anne Gyna, Cartilages or neurological,
None of which are nullifiable!
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On all fours, to the recliner, I had to go,
I got on my feet, muttering mumbo-jumbo,
Again, banging my poor camel toe!
Back to the wet room, slowly, adagio,
The rear end was still bleeding, though,
After getting up, the fungal lesion too,
I greeted Carer Ahmed, Buongiorno,
Ahmed said I’ve to let the nurse know,
About the blood that still did flow,
But it stopped later, so I thought, no…
I did feel a bit of a drongo!
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Ahmed medicated me, put on my diabetic socks,
Back to the wet room, I had aftershocks…
No blood is coming now from my buttocks,
Seizures, which for me is now orthodox,
Anne Gyna started, as usual for Inchcock,
Flood alarm sounded, off went the stopcock,
Left the tap running, causing more havoc,
My brain went into a maze, gridlock,
Hearing aids in, I heard the clock’s tick-tock,
Confusion is still running amok!
<<<<<<>>>>>> – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CATCH-UP TIME – – – – – – – – Lamburgers & Potato slices. Iced & Cream finger rolls! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Laundry and sorting day today. Not me, most of it was done by Carer ‘Joe’. Did a grand job for me as well. He was up and down with the laundry. And sorting it out in the main room, making space so there is theoretically less chance of taking any whoopsies. I helped with the finances, a problem with photograph storage, and emails. I also checked the dates on the food for me. Thanks, ‘Joe’. So very light on detail today. I’ve forgotten half what took place; I’m so busy.
Morning shots. Straight ahead To the right To the left. But I might be wrong.
Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions… And my body is dedicated to medications. Details are at the top of the above Ode. Believe it or not. The session took me three hours to get done. Then Carer ‘Joe’ here for three hours, it didn’t leave me much time ot get owt done. Although I did get bits done. But not much on the notepad apart from the wet room visit of gloom.
19:20hrs: The rear end is still leaking the odd little bit of blood now, but it is less each time I check it than in previous investigations. A lot of bloodied tissues. I’ve got to laugh about it… now! Haha!
I did have time earlier to cut some water chestnuts into a jar to pickle them. I put them in the fridge next to the delicious Gung Po jar of sauce and the black bean sauce. I made up a tub to microwave the planned meal later, but I’m nowhere near getting it done yet. So it may be morning again before I get a nosh. But I think it will be a good one. Another can of the odd, nobbly, stumpy Bularian soft sausage and giant white beans. With Gung-Po already mixed in the microwave dish for later, and some water chestnuts added, either tomato sauce of beef gravy will be added, like the other day. It didn’t look terrific, but it was sooo tasty!
I took this of the tree copse and pathway. I think I did, I’ve no memory. I may have taken it another day. Cause I was having a series of mini-seizures that left me more confused than I had been for a few days.
When Carer Ahmed arrived, he thought I was in a seizure. I’d just come out of one. Well spotted, young man. He offered to take a look at my bleeding rear end. It was bleeding, but he wasn’t sure if it was inside or out. Had it been inside, it may have been or. But a little discomfort when I sit down tells me I’ve chaffed the coccyx (tailbone), from falling in the tumbles or just sitting down so often. I kept cleaning the area and putting some barrier cream on each check throughout the day.
I was trying to get the Ode done. But four hours later, I did get it done. Little else. ‘Joe’ was patient with me, persisting. He knows how addicted I am.
I took this at about 20:15hrs.
I got the food out and added a can of beef stew. Stirred it all together, ready for when the Carer has called, and then I can cook it and dig in. I got three chunky, thick slices of bread from the freezer and thawed them out, ready for the feasting! Haha!
The tiredness and weariness came later than usual today. I’ll try to catch up in the morning, but there’ll not be much to do. Unless some exciting events take place unexpectedly, like: We have a fire, I have another heart attack and or stroke, I leave the taps running, have a tumble, world war three kicks off, or someone calls to adopt me as a grandad. I’ll not set any odds.Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFN
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Inchie: You’re not listening to me! Inchy: Well, I’m having a pee… Rollocks, you can’t manually pee! But I can empty the catheter manually! Only if yer pouch ain’t fell below yer knee… Then yer can’t reach it, only painfully! If I’m you, and you say you’re me, Why is yer always acting sarcastically? Well, I stuck with you mentally; No need for you to act temperamentally! Sorry, it’s been another bad day, yer see You don’t expect me to act amiably? There must be some points on which we agree. I’ve got Doreen Dementia in here with me! And you, too, just as alarmingly! She makes me act absentmindedly, I’ve got her for life, intrinsically, Playing with my mind’s psychoactivity, She’s given me Peripheral Neuropathy! Yes, she’s cruel, she inspires me… Inspires you! With her psychoactivity? She taught me jealousy & perversity! And how to correctly use pomposity, Then where did you get your piosity?, The same place you got your absurdity. Always had it; it comes naturally. And your nastiness, and pugnacity? I’ve had them since my birth in 2015 BC. 2015 BC? How come you ended up with me? When your current brain dies, we float away, To Grim Reaper Land ostensibly, We get a new brain-lodgings for free, Move in, if assessed okay? Then permanently, Until they near death, which is you currently, You’re really in antemortem, pre-autopsy. Oh, then I’ll die owing money? What’s yer biggest debt fundamentally? £1,566 behind, and I need to pay my electricity fee. How did you get £1,566? That’s a lot of money! Herr Starmer to blame mostly… Ah, I understand, you’ve my sympathy. No need to be gloomy or for any negativity, You’ll likely die today while making your tea. How is that supposed to cheer me? You won’t have to pay for your electricity! Oh, yeah. I can see clearly, All part of life’s declivity! >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Catch-up from last night. Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever. I had it in for a while and could not find a sell-by date, but it didn’t smell off. It tasted lovely. The Morrisons part-baked rolls were oven-cooked, and they tasted nice, well over-dunked in the liquid first. I could not read the contents of the Gun Po, but I tasted water chestnuts in it. When Carer ‘Joe’ called later, he confirmed no water chestnuts were in the ingredients. But whatever was in there, I liked it. I’ll try them again with the Bulgarian beans and sausage tinned meal.
I noted the strange mini-clouds that looked like gate tops above the yellow & in the grey. They look like shark fins in this one. Love to know how this happened.
A lousy night’s kipping again. Ever waking up. I tried my best to stay asleep, but it was no good. So at 06:00hrs, I rose from 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. I removed the nocturnal catheter bag and mused over what needed to be done. Then, I decided to get the ablutions and medications done first, hoping to catch up on some sleep later.
I must have taken these two shots of the view from the kitchenette; they were on the SD. Straight ahead To the right, catching a bit of the balcony.
They didn’t go so well today.
Five cuts shaving. Dropped the olive oil bottle while sucking up some liquid. The Porcelain Visit took seconds, Trotsky Terence style, but it took ages to clean up afterwards. What a mess; I’ll not say where, but embarrassment ensued.
Carer Ahmed arrived. Socks, medications, and he found I’d left the hot tap running again! Argh!
Good job that I had an early clean-up & shave.
MARATHON SEIZURE I WAS DOING SO WELL MEDICALLY AS WELL
I came out of it so confused. I’d done a little on the blog and made a mess of most of what I’d done.
I had to stop for a while to get my head together. Well, as together as it’s ever going to get. I fear I was out of things for several hours. I think I was; maybe I’d fallen asleep? I doubt it because I felt worn out after a while, which I hadn’t before the episode. I hope the Doctor rings soon. This one was not good.
Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. He had a mask on and a cough and sore throat—so did I. It was a short visit during which he assessed the contents of the Gung-Po sauce. I forgot to ask him for some Peptac.
A food order arrived that I worryingly can’t recall ordering at all. Six bags. Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks. More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
And the ice cream cones. Slurp! A few other bits.
Then I called to see if Jennie and Frank were at home and took some treats down for them. They tell me off, but they are so good to me. Bless them both.
NOW A SCARY MINI-SEIZURE
I was stood up when I went into it.
I felt myself going and sat down.
What felt like two minutes later, I seemed to come round. Crikey, was I in a state. Balance gone, hazy-minded. Within minutes, I was back to how I was earlier. Mind-Bogglingly Confusing!
As I write this, about four hours later, the seizures have stopped completely. (Give them time.)
I’m going to make an early meal, see how I feel. Lamb burgers, methinks! Then, I will see if I can catch up on some sleep again. I’m off to cook the burgers now.
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Searching for success, I found extinction,
Been shot, heart attack & bankruptcy,
Recognised politicians showed prevarication,
They rule unreliably and lyingly…
Take backhanders with pretension,
Reliable? Each one is a proletariat’s liability,
Growing their wealth in HMG’s pantheon!
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Starmer lines his pockets, carefreely,
Lie, steal from pensioners, Scot-freely!
Prices are rising for food, gas & electricity,
Keir does it all so perfunctorily, blasély,
Surely, he’s an under-the-bed Tory?
His price rises show his peccability,
The voters he scoffs at dismissively,
Proletariats get poverty and penury!
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Who voted for him, primarily plebian…
Realise now, it shouldn’t have been,
He’s mendacious, criminal, immoral & mean!
Keir’s term in office: a trial by ordalian,
Starmer got 3m votes, fewer than Corbyn,
Still enough to give him a win,
That was due to the Tory’s suiciding,
Citizens’ fears are accumulating!
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His lies, there’s not been an investigation,
He shows no signs of any opprobrium,
A man of obfuscation and deception,
No prosecution, just mystification…
Civil Service & HMG are both crooked,
Their guilt, either hidden or resolved,
Most of what they’ve done, I anticipated,
Starmer should be sacked & becudgelled!
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He claims to be a necessitarian,
I think that he’s Machiavellian!
Ill-conceived, ill-advised, & misbegotten,
There’s no hope, no pharma-conation,
As he strangles voters of the Nation,
I’m not saying he’s a pigwidgeon…
Nor a patrician, but a man on a mission,
To take backhanders & make commission!
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He’s worthy of, and gets my derision,
Mayhap the Lord’s resurrection…
Along with our citizens quiritation…
Can bring about, Starmer’s retrogression,
Force him into his own rescission?
Free us of Keir, the self-rhetorician?
Give him a thorough scrutinisation,
But of course, this will not happen!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< CATCH UP Owing to my plans to get a wash and sit-down when the fatigure-fell yesterday teatime, I got nowt done on the computer again for the rest of the night. I thought I’d fall asleep and get a few hours in before the last Carer’s call, then restart doing the blog.
Instead, I had God knows how many mini-seizures but no actual sleep. Three hours later, Carer Ahmed arrived. Said I was, sitting there mumbling to myself and breathing heavily, with my eyes open. Once I got up, I felt so drained. I nearly fell back down again. But Ahmed was as quick as a flash and stopped me from plumping back into the 1966, £300, Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner. He got my diabetic socks off my feet, issued the medications and checked the taps and oven for me. After the lad left, I went to the kitchen to make a meal. Boy, was I tired out and drained. I took these fantastic puffer cloud shots.
Minced beef with black beans. Some seasoned unskinned chips. Lovely! A cornet of ice cream afterwards. I’d made too much again. Well, not much!
But at least I didn’t spill any. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – How can one be so drained and tired but not get to sleep? Horrible night. Forever jumping awake within minutes of the odd nodding off’s that I got. I gave up and got up at 05:00hrs. Sorted the waste bins. Then the big task began. What a session. There is no other word for it. Great! A cutless shave, absences of , , , & . I’ll add because she did not kick off until later.
The medicationalising was not too bad, but no worse than of late. Until, of course, it came to the last task, ointmentating and rubbing it in poor suffering . I creamed where I could reach of the ribs & backs . Again, I could not get those on my back. I’ll ask the Carer if he can help when he arrives. At least I have a good stock of new barrier cream in the drawer. I must have taken longer than I thought on these tasks. As I got the PPS on without much of a struggle, I’d like to add, and was getting the Kagoule on, the Carer Ahmed arrived.
Ahmed was on good form this morning. Medications were issued, and my diabetic socks were fitted. He then applied barrier cream to my back and ribs, using the last of the old tubes of Derma Cream. Achmed liked doing this job and was good at it. He then sprayed the glaucoma spray on my eyes for me. I’ll call him Dr. Ahmed from now on. Hehehe! He asked for another local accent word, and I gave him ‘Kip’ for a sleep or nap. I’ve given one a day for a few days. The first was ‘Tara” for cheerio. He said he had used it with other clients this morning, and they loved it. Hearing that cheered me up. Yesterday, it was ‘Aye-Up.’ I think the other one was ‘Midduck’. No, that one’s for tomorrow.
Ahmed took a photo of me with a Kodak-Tim-1. He’d drawn the curtains, knowing how the sunlight affects Glaucoma Gladys. He thought I looked like a Mafia Boss. Haha!
I grafted away on the Ode making and got it finished. Then, I updated and posted the Sunday blog. During the morning, I took these snaps from the kitchen. The shadows from the rising sun from the back of the flats made some of them enjoyable. The painted houses. If not, I might not see them. My block of flats’ shadow in this one. Took later.
Carer “Joe” arrived. He did a grand job of helping again, bless him. He rang the surgery to see if I could get an appointment for any Wednesday, his more extended visit laundry day. 3rd on the waiting list. Got through and he tried his best, but the earliest Wednesday might be 4 weeks wait, and he wasn’t sure if the Doctor could fit it in for the times that Joe was here. Chances were getting dimmer. I suggested that perhaps she could give me a call at home. Yes, but not on a Wednesday. I ended up with her ringing on Monday the 28th between 10 & 11:45hrs. In 14 days. Going well for the NHS, innit? We had to agree; there was no other choice, had we?
Computing was going very slow today.
Carer “Joe” returned to the first evening call. Again, he helped out no end. He called the chemist and arranged for the medications to be sent to his company’s chemist for collection. I’m lost with all these changes. Thank heavens for Carer “Joe”!
It’s already 20:00hrs gone. I’ll make a meal and try to catch up in the morning.
