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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!
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It’s all good innit?
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ROTTEN SLEEP AGAIN
A 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!
TTFN
Life now seems full of stupefaction,
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.
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. 
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. 
Back to the wet room. Urgh!
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.
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!
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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
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!
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!
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!
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.
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!
. 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 
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The first spotted smoke
Then Ejaz spotted another to the right.
Now he could see three!
. I assume I’d been having Nocturnal Seizures.
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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.
Morning shots. Straight ahead
To the left.
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.
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 took this of the tree copse and pathway.
or
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I took this at about 20:15hrs.
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Catch-up from last night.
Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever.
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.
Straight ahead
They didn’t go so well today.
Six bags.
Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks.
More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
A few other bits.
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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.
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Sorted the waste bins. Then the big task began.
What a session. There is no other word for it. Great!
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, 
. I’ll add 
. 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. 
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.
my slippers and the waste basket, in a semicrumpled painful heap!
the bruised arm, and I went into a clearly identified seizure, which I think lasted for five minutes or so. I needed a little longer doing nothing, which I did. 
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check the kitchen for running taps, open doors, or left-on stoves. They were all as they should be.
lanet. They are not as good as yesterday’s, which were not as good as the day before.
Well, these went well overall! There were just two nicks shaving. The bowl of water I used to stand in to clean the feet was not tipped over. There were no tumbles in the wet room. And I seemed to get them done quickly—but did I? I was not rushing. The medicalisationing was not so successful. 
Because I could not reach my back to put the ointment on the bruises, Acne or eczema on my back. I’ll ask the carer, to 
help when he comes. As usual, the worst medicating bit was applying and rubbing in the stinging ointment 
and 
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Duties.
I made myself my first mug of Glengettie tea since last Thursday. I’ve never gone three days without a brew of tea since I’ve been here!
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were regular, and the 
were more active than ever
I took this shot through the balcony doors. 
Think I missed these snaps of the red moon last night. It’s a reasonable effort for me.
Well pleased with this one!
The sun went in.
I ate it in an artistic fashion. Spilling some of it on my chest, legs, dressing gown and kaghoule.
Nice!
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At one stage, I just had to get and use the toothache spray from the computer desk. I stubbed my toe 
against the Ottoman as I moved back to the hospital bed! But I think I was soon back in the land of nod again after 
each visit—not for long, of course. The next ailment soon arrived to join in the nocturnal ‘Let’s-Bugger’ Inchy’s sleep-up routine. I think that had it not been for the damned seizures leaving me so done in, I could have coped with the lack of sleep, instead of getting annoyed and sorry for myself, which no doubt helped bring on the 
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it brought me many 
things I could have done without.
kitchen window.
seconds and saw how far it had gone down since the first snap was taken. The mist was far less this morning. It felt a lot warmer this morning.
when washing and not to spill any more water again. I believe I cursed myself for having done it for the last two mornings. It knocks me up having to mop using the stick.
Yahuole on the shower railings, so I put the bowls in position to catch some of the dripping water. Cunning that, I thought! Then, the Porcelain Throne was needed. Messy more than ever this morning.
cover the pain this time. I threw in a few naughty words and curses at myself; being generous by nature, I lobbed a few in for and at our Banckhander-taking, Pensioner-Killing Conservative Fürher Keir Starmer. I wish someone would inform him that he’s supposed to be leading the Labour Party. Albeit they are showing signs of beibg more like a Nazi- Party!
Eventually, late afternoon, I realised the Yahuole was still soaking in the kitchen sink, so I got it handwashed.
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with a visit to the 
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I was back in control. But once the chunks started evacuating, it took a while for them to stop clunking into the water below. 
A stand-up wash. I didn’t have time to shower in case either the nurses or the Iceland delivery came earlier. I strip washed, soaking the feet as I shaved and did the teggies, then moved on to the self-medicating of my problematic areas. Argh! 
the eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees and cartilages, and ointmentated each Acne and eczema area. As usual, I left the most painful bit to the end.
pulled the skin back, and squeezed the ointment in a drop. That was bad enough, but I had to massage it from the outside each time. Self-imposed agony! But it was nothing to a man of my calibre, heroism and upper pain limit. I may even have been singing to myself as I massaged it in.
delivery came.
Seven carrier bags worth.
I got the fresh stuff away.
Topped up the nurses & carers shelf with the new Pepsi flavours that came.
A well-overfilled filled top cupboard.
The danger of falling through the floor into the flat below the cupboard of cans of food. I shouldn’t starve to death for a month or two! Hehe!
It was my treasured Hristina, the DVT Warfarin Blood Nurse
I then had to store these tinned meals on the floor!
Not as good as yesterdays’
I made too much. But ate ¾ of it.