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Inchy felt below par in mind & body, the fool has put the wrong Ode Intro graphic title on here. This is nothing unique; the plonker has done this before. But at least he got the colour of the lettering nearly right. He expects retribution to be exacted, as it was last night. Yes, from Thought-Storming-Steve. Serves the uninhibited twit right! He’s sorry!
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Ah, the wind is blowing, as I try to get the car going…
Twas my old three-wheeled Reliant Robin,
She was aged when I bought her. She keeps stopping,
I thought it was the fuel filter, cause when I got her going,
The engine & plastic body were shuddering and shaking,
She stopped again, near a garage, so I pulled in…
Asked if I could give the RAC a ring…
Two hours later, I saw the RAC man arriving,
Walked down to the roadway to greet him; it was raining,
Both of us soaked, I asked the man who was serving…
If he minded if we used his WC to get dried in,
Which we did, a sociable man, we were joking…
As we left, we saw his motorbike & sidecar had been stolen,
No brooding or moaning; well, a little cursing,
I gave him a lift in my rain-soaked, now-working Robin,
To the RAC base, next to the pub, The Farmers Bobbin,
Then on to work, the rain was still coming…
I got to work late after all the kerfuffling,
What happened took some chymifying…
I told the boss what happened, but I was laughing…
I got the sack, he thought I was lying!
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More True Tales of Woe to follow,
That is, if the BP does not stay so low,
I’m running so far behind, I’ll have to go.
Not on holiday to Acapulco…
But to see my friend, Angelino…
He still owes me £150, you know,
No problem, just thought I’d let you know. 💟
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One of those terrible, 
LESS days.
Everything was a problem, a handicap, mingled with annoying blanks, and I was mentally all over the place. Monday, when I eventually started this blog, although feeling calmer, and the much-appreciated, even if only temporarily, departure of Anne Gyne and Toothache Tiffany, I struggled to get things in order, and some photos I cannot recall taking, but the date on the SD card told me I had taken them on Sunday.
So, I’m already behind again with the blog. With all the extra diabetic blood tests, limping slowly around with the sticks, and my mind still floating from subject A to B, I found myself doing subject C, forgetting to go back to do A and B.
I often sense that I’ve got something wrong. I’m forever going back to the kitchen to see if I’ve left the oven on, fridge or freezer doors open, or my most common mistake, left the hot water to run cold. This often hinders the washing or hand-laundering that I’d planned to do, and I become more confused and further behind with things that need doing, but don’t get done. The frustration grows, the solution being so far out of reach, beyond me.
The ablutions are now taking me a lot longer to complete. Two hours, even without having a shower. 
Carer Ejaz gets annoyed with me when I try to rush things or bend down to pick anything up that I’ve dropped on the floor; bless him, he has the best of intentions. He fears me ending up back in the hospital, knowing what a nightmare it was last time. Bless him. Tells me to leave them if the picker-upper cannot get them, and he will check on his next call if anything has been dropped in a dangerous place.
So, I apologise if things get out of order, are missed, or are duplicated. It’s hard work today (Monday) concentrating without getting sidetracked of thoughts and tasks that disrupt my intended pattern of plans and intentions.
This paragraph flowed too easily for my liking.
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Here I go, at last…
Bedded down at 00:10 hours, and into a broken, every now and then, sleep, forcing myself to dismount the bed at about 05:00hrs.
Carer Ejaz arrived a few minutes later as I was in the wet room battling to free the dark brown, solid, bobbly nuggets of the Constipation Konrad evacuation.
It was a long, arduous, painful task, needing a lot of urging.
Ejaz foamed the left lower leg lesions and issued the prescription medications. Gave me some extra Laxido to counteract the recent 
issues.
Did a body check, Porpain gelling Cartilage Chloe, and my lower back above the bottom, which he checked and reported as being bloodless. Then he barrier creamed under my flabby belly, the right arm, and the right testicle. Reminded me to take at least one stick with me whenever I moved to another room, and scolded me for bending down 
to pick things up. He was right, of course, he usually is, bless him. Within minutes of Ejaz’s departure, I was sitting on the Porcelain Throne again. I felt a little less resistant this time, but it did cause a bit of bleeding from Haemmorhoid Harold.
Made a start of Saturday’s blog, at the same time making several stupid errors that cost me hours to correct. Then, the return of the seizures. Then, the first one made things even worse, as it came in the middle of my trying to put right the earlier problems and foul-ups that I’d made. I’m not sure how long it lasted, but it felt like it was a long one. Because when I returned in incomprehensible confusion and disorientation, it cleared so quickly. I’ve noticed that the longer ones are so much easier and quicker to recover from. Luckily, I hadn’t continued working on the blog… when that happens, it is so time-consuming and 
annoying having to correct the errors I’d made in the seizure. For some unknown reason, I abandoned correcting of my earlier blogging mistakes on the blog and went to the kitchenette. I got the orange/brown nightshirt handwashed and hung it up to drip-dry on a hanger in the wet room shower rail.
I took a snap of the kitchen window view. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but this photo had a hue that was nothing like the one in the camera’s eye-viewer when I took it.
Ejaz made a quick call, and I returned to the blog to correct so many errors that even I couldn’t believe that I’d made so many of them.
During Carer Ejaz’s teatime call, he checked, as I did, the PM Health Checks to ensure I had them right. Because the morning ones were so low, back in the danger zone.
I recall taking these cloud shots from the balcony, where I went to picture the end car park, but got carried away with 
the beauty of these clouds in the blue sky. I saw so many shapes within them… as any other addicted to pareidolia, like me, would.
I had to abandon blogging and finish it later; I’ll catch up in the morning. 
Suddenly attacked, this time including the foul, acrid taste coming up from the stomach; similar to the ones that come up after a nocturnal seizure. Concentration goes out of the window; concentration becomes a memory.
I think I rested in 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, and put the TV on. Fell asleep (or had a seizure) and woke up on top of the bed, the acidulous taste lingering, twixt my stomach and my mouth.
I urged my body off of the bed, and got the stick, off to the wet room to use some mouthwash & Peptac.
Within a few minutes, the acerbic taste dissipated, and my thoughts turned to food… I investigated what was available in the refrigerator and freezer.
I created rather than cooked up this little feast.
Country sausage (ready-cooked), cubed potatoes oven-baked, Water chestnuts, and roast chestnuts.
Very nice!
Out of the blue, a nurse arrived, apologising for calling on a Sunday. Someone is coming on Tuesday. Thinking I had been informed about her visit for today. (Naturally, I may well have been and I’d forgot about it – it could happen to anyone… but, odds are this is what happened). I am to have a home heart and blood monitor installed. She will return on the delivery day, letting me know the day before, and guide me and a Carer on how to use it. That was a nice gesture. She gave me a number to ring, should the BP be any lower than it was today. Advised me to pack a bag with things needed, just in case. Towel, pyjamas, razors, foam, prescription toothpaste & brush, slippers, etc. And not to forget my mobile, hearing aids & batteries, spectacles and a list of medications I take.
The Cardiac & DVT nurses, as well as the District Nurse, are also due to change or renew their long-overdue appointments 
. So, don’t fret if I’m unable to post a blog on Tuesday. As Arni said, “I’ll be back!” Hahaha! I might not even 
be going anywhere.
Another pretty view from the kitchenette window.
Ejaz made his last call, insisting that I get to bed early and try to get more sleep. Which gave me an inner excuse not to wash and shave, Hehe!
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Carers desk.
Rubbish bags.
Washed nightshirt hanging to dry
A murder of crows.
Regaining their territory. Young ones searching for carrion in the end car park. All part of parent training.
A much-belated start on this blog.
, also perhaps the brain-foggiest one since I got back from the hospital.
activated and ruined what otherwise would have been a decent 5-hour kip.
And that was only a fleeting morning visit.
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Dawns, distressingly,
I hobbled into the wet room for a fruitless and movement-free evacuation. Still, there was nothing to clean up. Hehe! The other three visits of the day were all the same. An extraordinary amount of wind escapage, but no movement from the innards, torpedo-wise. Mmm!
I got stripped and ready to tackle the medicationing and have a good scrub-up, and Carer Ejaz came.
Can’t recall taking this.
Ejaz, on his teatime call, spotted that the burgers in the fridge had sell-by dates for today.
I tried to sort out how to take the wheelchair pads on and off. Hehe! Not the foggiest idea!
Bootifull!
An amazing sky tonight.
Humph! Thank heavens for Ejaz coming.
No photographs or graphics, I’m afraid. A cartoon.
Oh, I missed these cloud formations,
Just love them.
Enough pleasuring for a moment, I 
He did a grand job with the laundry and sorted all the medical paperwork I had been sent home with for me. Checked the catheter bag and body welts. I’d got a lot of them, with all that time I’d spent lying in the hospital bed.
❤❤❤❤❤
From the kitchenette window.
I think I’ve uploaded the wrong photo here.
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The power of Hope, an emotional force that instils meaning,
Woke up, made some pots, and had some Detox tea; the bruised leg had improved no end. Anne Gyna was kind, but Toothache Tiffany countered that a bit today.
I had no idea what I was doing while out of it, but things had changed from their previous state, and I’d taken off my protective underpants. Left the hot water tap running. I found that my fungal lesion was bleeding. What the heck had I been doing?
The driver was not in a good mood. My EQ told me something was annoying him.
It was a large order.
Managed to get some bleach at last.
Best chips available.
Snapped the end car park after I’d got the delivery stored away.
Got into blogging.
I checked the leg-damaging machine on the balcony. I tried to figure out how to turn the feet thingies inwards, but no luck.
Kirchen towels galore, now.
Even more mineral and soda waters!
The fridge filling was a work of art, but I still couldn’t fit everything in!
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The pouch is removed and left for the Carer to assess the grading colour upon arrival. Not much urine was passed last night.
I put the Codeine box back on the crowded Carers’ desk, and saw how dark it was outside. I meandered to the 
kitchen to take a snap of the view.
. Just as well I didn’t delay getting there. Within seconds of my bottom settling on the plastic seat of the raised toilet… Spurt, splutter, splatter… all over and done in seconds! 
Carer Ejaz arrived. I think he said this is his last visit until next week. Sad that!
After a while, I meandered onto the balcony for a breather and took a snap of the end car park through the glass on the terrace.
I came back inside and updated the thingamibob calendar clock, then made a brew of Co-op 99 Tea. 
minutes later, it was as if my energy batteries had all suddenly died on me. 
I scuffed my left leg against the wheelchair leg rest, swearing a smidge as I bruised the leg on 
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I realised I had time to make a meal before the last Carer calls and eat it. 
dinner cooked in the microwave would be the best idea. I put a can of vegetable stew and an Irish stew in a microwave bowl, and added half a bottle of Kung-Po sauce, some Bovril and chopped up some water-chestnuts and added them into the microwaveable dish of delight.
peri sauce with lemon juice. Danish wholemeal bread to be dunked! A g
photo, I stumbled upon a picture I took many years ago in Skegness. This took me back, evoking both good and bad memories.
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Gave way, and I ended up back in the aged, grotty-looking, c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
I decided a mug of tea might help, and toddled off to the kitchenette to make a brew. Taking this snap of the evening view.
After an hour or so, and on the verge of going potty, I had to rise for the umpteenth time, to utilise the 
yet again!
Who was more than a blessing in disguise. He helped me not worry about the Porcelain Throne pain. There was plenty of that in this morning’s lengthy battle to force things into action from the rear-end. Each of the four depth-charge-shaped clumps that evacuated took it in turn to escape.
mber two. Another marathon job, but without the assistance of 
Handsome, male-model-like Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a good job changing the catheter bag, issuing medications, and applying cream to the legs and feet. Graded the nighttime catheter pouches wee-wee as a 4½ on the NHS Richter scale. 
I should have put this photo on the right in yesterday’s blog. I think that I didn’t. It is of a J Sainsbury pack of Triple Cook Chips, Taste the 
Difference 400g £3.25. It looks like a Special Offer of some free diseased chips has been added to the tray again.
My mind was wandering a little, but, of course, that’s perfectly normal for me.
Started to update the Wednesday blog. But…
distant, certainly nowhere near me now
To the right.
To the left.
Straight ahead. Seemed to change colour?
Then a shot of the end of the car park.
I tried an all-day breakfast this time.
Veg Korma, Cumberland Pie.
I just wish they were larger portions. Hehe!
Baked potatoes with no-butter butter & a pinch of salt. Five different types of tomato. Fish sticks, and a red spring onion sliced up.
A pareidolia’s delight with these clouds.
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Not feeling too well this merry morning. After four hectic, go-wrongable days, I’d hoped things might improve for me today. In fact, they did, whoopsiedangleploppery-wise. But, a new one today. A series of short mini-seizures started just before midday. I’ve lost count of how many. Each time, the recovery was taking longer and longer. Mt concentration was so bad. I was not getting the time to fully recuperate each time, and it felt like the next seizure recovery time… I’m just saying, getting back to semi-normality was impossible. I found myself going off track, which meant I couldn’t catch up on the blog. No time for the WP reader or comments again. I shall call the District Nurse if this lasts much longer. As I recall, my wanderings took me off track for the day. I split some boxes, tore them up into bags, and then took them along with the waste bins to the rubbish chut
Health Check Monitoring this morning, Carer Ejaz double-checked the returning figures for me later on, gave out medications, diabetic socks were put on, and a body check was carried out.
He checked prescription medications…
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Cragnangles! Done it again!
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Mor favourites too!
Carer Nimra, I think, pointed out the state of my right leg. Next call, Ejaz put some Cetraben cream on the area, and it was much calmer in the morning.
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Straight ahead.
To the left.
To the right.
I think my estimate of the division between Evil & Heaven is accurate. I may not have been as high a percentage for HRH. However, the relief gained while he was here was priceless.
Kitchen window view.
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MEMORABLE EVENTS FOR THIS DATE
The driver put the things in Iceland carriers for me.
Selection of favourites.
A few more…
I now have a good stock of spring water and soda waters. These keep the bladder working.
Two minutes later, the Amazon-supplied self-propelling wheelchair arrived. I struggled to get it into the hallway, but managed to put the Cream and bags on top of the wheelchair box.
Not much room.
Showing the damage to the wheelchair box on arrival. Nimra counted a total of 22 holes, tears and/or crushed corners. 
Carer Ejaz called. He took down the laundry, returned, and then attempted to erect the wheelchair.
with it, and we ran out of time. In between, Ejaz went down to move the washing to the dryer, then returned and had another go at getting the leg pad and brakes fitted. He managed to get one on. 
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If you can get FND, PN, & many a seizure,
, I’ve missed him lately, but
05:30hrs: The nocturnal Urine was a 5 on the NHS scale. I was a little bit out of it when I got up, a smidge off-balance and confused. All signs of a nighttime seizure, but I’m guesstimating, of course. 
I settled into the disabled raised plastic seat and retrieved the crossword book. Given that all the signs suggested it would take time and effort to get the movement started. And it did!
Onto the computer, no wash, no shave, no medicationings. As I was about to start the story, I remembered that Matron would call on me from Monday to Thursday, and the Social lady would visit sometime this week. So, I updated some things that I needed help with for both ladies, just in case they came today. (They didn’t).
I drank the Detox, made a proper mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and started on the story. Made a graphic to use as a header 
for the blog page (Left). I thought it best not to inform anyone of what I was doing when I conceived the idea for the tale. Haha! 
going to last long, and I seemed to appreciate the freedom from worry all the more! If only I could summon him whenever I needed him.
Back to the plot.
The thick clouds, now that the rain had stopped, looked so fresh and almost pretty to me. Then so do many traits in nature.
A shot of the local dwellings from the balcony, this proved painful for me. I had to lean out of the window to get the angle needed, and the catheter tube caught against the wheelchair and tugged at Little Inchie and his fungal 
lesion. 
I’d like to take the opportunity to tell you how excellent these chip shop chips taste. If I ever get the time, I should be having some tonight. Well, it’ll be morning by then. Lovely!
Rain..
Rain…
Oh, it stopped!
Mudslide from the rain. Red car again.
Ah, a decent night shot with plenty of brown in there.
Just caught a bit of the sun on its way down.
Ejaz, on his last call, took this one. Kodak Tim 2.