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Inchy Today: Tuesday 15th July 2025

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It’s not easy being Arithmaphobical,
Worse with an infected mind, that’s illogical,
Learn to meditate, and converse with the demonical,
My Carer suggested it, I thought he was being comical,
I thought Gnosticism was a church thing, clerical…
Ejaz said no, it’s more sort of philosophical,
Ghostly communicating, transubstantiational,
What did he mean? “I’m not too intellectual…”
Getting knowledge from the dead, but spiritual,
They teach you how to be sort of resurrectable,
What’s that? “You might, can be made relivable!”,
Resurrection or anastasis may sound laughable…,
So, I set out to gain something magical,
Where to get advice from? I was already sceptical,
Ak, I’ll ask on the next visit from Grim Reaper Ethel,
In her earthly life, she worked in a brothel,
Little me, knowing it may turn out so tragical,
She said she’d send me a dead man’s soul,
It arrived the next day, a soul, but a man’s shoe sole,
An apparition appeared, & leant against the table…
He spoke German, sounded a bit glottal,
It was Wilhelm Bodewin Johann Gustav Keitel,
He’d been belatedly resurrected, & could he gabble!
I said sod off out of my dream, I want to be gnostical,
I’ll not talk to the spirit of a Nazi Fieldmarshal…
He threw a giggle, with his new eyes agoggle,
The grin turned into a smile, went gracious, genial,
I was going to shoot him in his genitals,
Telling me, “Your people will go through hierodule…
For your Herr Starmer will forever rule,
Proving he is a man-made fool and tool,
He apologised for being so hypercritical,
But Starmer is imperishable, & easily corruptible,
I don’t want to be here now, life’s ineffable, 
“Enough, I’ll cut my throat”, I shot him to save him the trouble!”
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Quick Session. Mid-morning things calmed down a bit, but early on, it was one calamity after another!
I even got myself in a muddle, trying to cope and sort things out. A terrible morning to get up late again, as it worked out. I’ll concentrate on the early duff-stuff. Or do I mean the late stuff?

Got to bed at half-past-three in the morning. Woke up at 07:00hrs. (Rings a bell that)

0712hrs: The ’Blip’ sounded from the new mobile to tell me I’d had a text message come in. I was still struggling to remove the catheter bag, and I carried it to the mobile. Reading the Ocado text message, the phone flashed red while I was still deciphering the text, to tell me that Ejaz was ringing. I dropped the bag… don’t ask me if it leaked; it’s still too painful to think about. Not only did it leak, but the tube also yanked at Little Inchies fungal lesion, and it bled a fair bit, and hurt a bit more. 
Ejaz said the lobby intercom was not working again. I was unsure whether to stop the bleeding, rescue and clean up the pouch mess, or just cry. I did neither, because I had to throw the bag off, quickly stuffing some paper towels in the PP’s, and made my way down to let Ejaz in the lobby. 
I got down to the front door, but could not see Ejaz anywhere. I hadn’t put my coat on, so I didn’t have my keys. I could not go outside to look for him, or else I wouldn’t get back inside. I gave it a minute or two, then went back up to the flat to see if Ejaz had somehow managed to get into the building and taken the lift to the flat. No! 
So I took the elevator back up to the 12th floor. 
No signs of Ejaz. I cleaned up the earlier urine mess and the pouch and then went down to the front lobby again. Still no signs of Carer Ejaz. 
Back up again to the apartment. I was pretty confused by now. Lack of sleep, Colin Cramps. The text message, the urine pouch, up and down in the lift. I got into the flat, and Ejaz was coming out of the flat to find me! It appears that we were missing each other in the lift journeys up and down. What next, I thought… Ejaz and I were saying our ‘Taras” and the Ocado order arrived. Some items were substituted. Carer Ejaz put the bags into the kitchen for me and shot off to his next client. 

I nipped into the Porcelain Throne in response to my innards. Never been known before, the first part of the evacuation was Constipation Konrad in control. Tough to pass, then followed by a Trotsky Terence splurty, liquidish, and even a different colour. Am I losing my mind here, or what? Kharki to dark brown. Honestly!  
I don’t recall taking this shot, yet I remember thinking that the white parts on the Raynaud’s Diseased toes seemed well-developed. Maybe I made another cock-up and put on a photo from another day in error. I know, I know; You can’t believe that muscular, lean, handsome, happy young man of my keen intellect and professionalism could make a mistake. I understand, I’m amazed too.  Hehehe!

Then, I got the food with the substituted products put away. Got the fresh stuff stored first, including the pork tomatoes that were substituted with beef tomatoes. The Silesian pork sausages were substituted with chicken sausages. The drinks to keep the bladder flowing. I try to keep some in the fridge in this weather and fill bottles with spring water or soda water, and bicarbonate of soda just before drinking. The refrigerator was decently loaded up. I rang my friend Jenny about the beef sausage, and she asked her husband, Frank, a wonderful neighbours. She will put them in her freezer and remind me later when I can have them back to dine on. Bless them.

I’m not sure what happened to my left wrist.
It was alright when I had my wash and shave. At least, I think it was.

Oh, and I bought a square, well, rectangular-shaped washing-up bowl from Ocado. I’ll be using it for washing my feet, with some soap, bicarbonate of soda, and Dettol.

The wheelchair I was measured for arrived today. It folded almost flat and fit in the hallway behind the four-wheeled walker chair.
I’m not to touch it until someone comes to fit it properly.
It’s going to cost me in Carers’ fees to get someone to push me about outside. If they have anyone to.
I also received a packet of Marmite Rice Cakes. Blooming tasty!
Sourdough baguettes as well. I’ll have one of these tonight. No-butter buttered, with tomatoes, sausages and potatoes. Or as Herr Starmer might say, hostages. A shot from the balcony was taken when Carer Ejaz came later in and viewed the scene . Taken in the rain, it didn’t last for long, though, just for a few minutes or so. If that long.

Ejaz noticed the leg was seemingly flaring up and was bleeding a bit again. So he cleaned it up, creamed it, and put a plaster on it for me.
It wasn’t hurting. However, it began to itch more as the night progressed.

The Carer is due any time now, last call.
I’ll start preparing the meal of the day.

Nosh.

Carer Mizra. Tired out, poor lad. He got the night back attached for me, and I had some Peptac. Nice lad.

I caught a picture of another shower as the sun was falling.
Tidied things up, computer off, and checked door, electrics and taps. I sat on the bed, pondering over how the politicians and dictators are killing life on Earth… and nodded off.

Waking up, I imagine an hour or so later, with the brain still pondering the suicide of humankind. Aware that it is coming soon, and few people seem to realise it. It is so obvious, but we can do nothing. The return of Jesus foretold is not going to save anyone, or an already dead soul.

I’m in a cheery mood this morning, or am I?
Hehehe!

🤎 TTFNski each! 🤎

Inchy Today: Monday 14th July 2025

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Most people would welcome adherents.
Friends, advocates, communicants…
Starmer, too, would welcome some believers,
To believe him & his cabinet of liars,
His heartless decisions and concupiscences,
Because he’s lost thousands of voters,
He’s never shown any sparkle or brilliance,
As he formed his oligarch alliances,
His Government shows no congruence,
They seem to be avoiding any conclusions,
He spouts off with his false condolements…
What the voters want, he shows no cognisance,
The messes, notions, he’s no concepts!
He’s to find the missing manuscripts,
Which? Labour core values, so he can readopt?
How come, from prosecution, he seems exempt?
Killed pensioners, farmers, guilty of misconduct,
His actions just make me want to eruct!
Sausage and hostage; one of his better excerpts,
When will Starmer’s erupt & irrupt?
When I see him, I think of a sperm duct!
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04:50hrs: I stirred in bed; I won’t tell you what I stirred… Hehehe! Joke, joke!
As I was taking off and emptying the catheter contraption nocturnal pouch, I went into an ‘Urgent Mode’. As an unavoidable escape of wind from the rear end, backed up by a terrible odour permeating the room, followed by a risky commencement of the evacuation-seeking product of its own accord! In my haste to get to the WC in time before things progressed, I unfortunately fell against the walker’s wheel, then did a decent shoulder charge on the edge of the door frame going into the wet room.
Another darned long session, not passing, but cleaning up afterwards. Sticky, gooey, mega pungent, Light Kharki and straw-like… A right mess! It made it harder with the three-ply toilet paper that I foolishly bought a pack of 12 rolls from Iceland. Tsk! I’ve seen bigger postage stamps!

I went to get a bottle of water that I’d put in the fridge the night before, and Oh, Heck! Water was on the bottom two shelves. Having used two toilet rolls to clean up after the evacuation, I then used two rolls of kitchen towel to dry the fridge. And EQ Inchy’s message was ringing in my head.

I went to empty the day bag, and took this snapshot of it and my leg.
The straps have chaffed the leg a bit. Yet I didn’t feel any pain earlier at all. Mind you, my mind was on other things, I suppose. I went into the front junk room as the sun was coming, and put my legs on a chair and snapped them. Looking much better today. Of course, now that the catheter straps have been moved to be cleaned, they are hurting. Well, that’s life! I’ve just noticed that Raynaud’s disease affected a much larger area of the toes today. When to put the kettle on and go back to the computer. I took this snap from the kitchen window. Carer Ejaz arrived. Boy, was he going to be a saviour in a while? Yes!
Medications were issued, then a body check was done, and areas were ointmentated. I mentioned that I couldn’t find my while serving bowl, and we went to have a search together in the kitchen.
I noticed that the potatoes I’d put in the crockpot about three hours ago were not heating. After a look around, we found that the plug had been turned off! I did feel like a fool. Ejaz reconnected the power, and the spuds began to cook. But nothing compared to a few minutes later. As I was putting seasonings in the newly plugged-in cooker…
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I had an involuntary , vicious torso-based visit from Anne Gyna, and a few seconds later.
I was on my way down to the stone floor; I just couldn’t do anything to stop the tumble, I was muddle-headed and 🎵 Shakin’ all over! 🎵… However, Carer Ejaz dove in and got me in a Mick McManus bear hug, and that kept me from what could have been a serious injury on the concrete floor of the kitchen.
It took me some time to get over this. I don’t understand why, I mean, I’d not gone down? As soon as I was able to walk, Ejaz passed the stick to me, and he walked me to the chair in the other room, bless him. Thank heavens he was here. He’s sorting the medication drawer in this snap. Thanks, Ejaz, as I said, you saved the day! After I began to come back to as near to normal as I’ll ever be, I wondered if I’d had one of those mini-seizures at the same time as the shakes & leg dance? I certainly felt that way after having this humdinger of a dance.

After Ejaz had left, I sat down and spent a few hours working on the blog. I took the snap on the right as I refilled another water bottle.
Then went on the balcony to take a shot of the front car park. As I was coming back in, I felt another Dizzy coming on. I hastened in and got sat down ready… but nothing happened. 

I topped up the happenings reminder notepad. And suddenly,
granted me a visit. I think that the good luck in having Ejaz help rescue me may have prompted him to come out of retirement. I’ve had only a few minutes’ worth of Horis over the last few days. He arrived late in the day today, but was very welcome. That, Sod-em-all mode is Grreat! Even when I can’t see any reason or logic for him to come on. Nothing’s changed, but the relief of breaking up the depression… Yee-Haa!

I was slowly recovering, getting better over time, and this improvement continued at an alarming rate. A bit of rain later on. I took the snap above to the left through the kitchen window. I thought it seemed to have a calming influence. Why? No idea.

Vegetable pastie, boiled potatoes, red onions, tomatoes, Silesian sausage, garden peas & a lemon vegan dessert.
I think the Accifauxpas took a bit more out of me this time, as I was wearied much earlier than usual. Gave up on the computer and tried after eating, tried to get my head down. But sleep would not come. Nothing unusual in this.

I noticed the moon through the tattered, thin old curtains and took a couple of pictures of the setting sun.
The second snapshot was taken as close as the camera would allow. I’m pleased with how it came out; it’s better than my other attempts.

I had two visits today, admittedly only short ones, but it helped the difference with Horis & to be a little narrower. As I say, they were brief attendances, but so sweet and welcome.
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It is now 02:20hrs, and I’m mega-worn-out mentally, after the shakes & dance dance routine. And physically, after Anne Gyna and Colin Cramps, who are currently in the lead in the daily ‘Let’s Get at Inchie’ competition. Hahaha!

I got as far as here, and it was 03:35hrs. I saved the work on CorelDRAW and WordPress and turned off the computer. I woke up a few times, and on the fifth occasion, I noticed it was 07:00 hours.

Then another face started the morning’s proceedings. After these were sorted, I got onto finalising this blog.
Does anyone else exist like this? Hahaha!

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Inchy Today: Sunday 13th July 2025

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Imagine getting a meeting with Herr Starmer?
A chance for YOU to be the interviewing accuser!
Best to take with you the needed paraphernalia,
Don’t ask him anything that can be a brainbuster,
Don’t mention a hostage, he’ll think you said sausage.
He’ll expect, of course, you to slip him a backhander,
Slip him a bottle of arsenic, labelled as coriander,
He’s so unpopular that he may have a food taster,
Remember he’s killed pensioners & many a farmer, 
Aiding means for innocents to be slaughtered,
He needs to be arrested and charged with murder!
I advise, essentially, you take a loaded Luger,
So when he lies again, you can shoot the bugger!
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I woke up late yet again at 07:00 hours. Took off the catheter night bag. Gathered the accoutrements needed to do the Ablutions & Medicationings.
Settled onto the raised seat, and a motion began almost straight away. 
It was finally (after 15 minutes) fully evacuated, with me having to stand to give the single, gigantic, massive, concrete torpedo room enough space to free itself and fall. What an amazing plumbing system I have; how did that monster go down to the sewer with just one flush? It amazed me. The biggest single evacuation in my life. I was glad when it was over. Unfortunately, while cleaning up my rear end, I felt the blood dribbling down my leg. Time for a thorough cleanup, stopping the bleeding, drying off, and getting Germoloided. It was a struggle to stop the bleeding this time. Internal and external piles had been torn by the monster’s evacuation during his escape. Hahaha! 

At last, I could start washing my muscular, lean, young body… Oh, alright then; My flabby-flobby-bellied, skinny-armed and legged, decrepit, mangled torso. As I began to shave, foaming up, the door chime sounded and Carer Ejaz ghosted by the open wet room door into the main room. I had to put the shave on hold and joined Ejaz in the main room, wearing just my disposable underpants. Ejaz performed a body check and applied barrier cream where needed, including the neck, man-breasts, under the arms, etc.

The legs looked even better today. I admit that
are coming up the leg from the right ankle again, 
However, these only cause me to jump, and the slight pain they cause lasts for only a few seconds.

The sun has come out, then gone in again. Hehe!

A twinge of sadness came as I took this snapshot of my beloved tree copse.
Not a soul about.
Did I mention that the wheelchair is being delivered on Tuesday?

A few minutes after the right leg series , a new ailment showed itself. The top of the left foot keeps throbbing and hurting. It’s been like this for over an hour now. What the heck can it be? Somehow connected to , I assume.

I decided to clean the nibble pots!
So, I did.
Soon got them refilled, though.
Shortcake and Vegan Cookies in one, Worcester sauce-flavoured crisps in the other. Then, put some mini potatoes into the crockpot.

The first recognised seizure of the day came on. One of the short ones that leave you feeling well out of it afterwards. And well out of it, I was. I didn’t feel it coming on this time, caught me out. I managed to close the computer down so as not to rib anything and drifted off into the ether.

WORRYING
I’d started the semi-reclaiming of my senses, dizzy, confused as is usual, and I heard an audible tick sounding just once. It must have been loud because I heard it. I knew to sit still and await some clarity.
As things cleared, I noticed the mobile was showing a red light. Ah! That’ll be a text message coming in. I wasn’t ready for standing up yet, after last week’s getting up too soon tumble. I drifted off into a proper sleep. Bit of a dream… caves, water…
Carer Mirza arrived, and I asked him to check the text message for me… UNBELIEVABLE!
I’d made another food order and forgot about it. Ocado told me I could add to Tuesday’s order, which is scheduled to arrive between 0800 and 0900hrs.
I don’t know what I’ve ordered, but it was for a massive amount of money.
Where can I get help with this? Or is it the Loony Bin next for Inchie?
Mirza issued the medication, and I started to lose cogniscence again. But there were no more seizures as far as I could determine. 

Made up some bladder-filler bottles of spring water with different flavours, and put them in the fridge for morning use.

FOOD

What a fantastic sky!

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Paedophage? A child eater (1600-1800)

He’s not too keen on pensioners, farmers, or the proletariat voters either! The Swine!

Inchy Today: Saturday 12th July 2025

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I’m not sure of the theme of this Ode,
My brain took off on the highroad,
I’d got harrowed and I heehawed,
I’ve more facts I’d like to Herald…
My memory, that once glowed, is now gnawed,
But my brain is Doreen Dementia-Dominated,
I feared her when she first bestrode…
Into my skull, with Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, behold!
I don’t pass wind, I sort of noisily displode,
I live with Doreen… Ah, yes, she’s this Odes epode!
This, and my ailments, I spent years enwallowed,
Her qualities I studied and furbellowed,
But my struggles multiplied by a myriad,
So I wrote this little palinode,
I hope you are not too pshawed?
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THIS DAY OF OUR LORD
I just had to show you the Mood results…
Much improved on yesterday.
Of course, there’s time for things
to go apeshit yet, I suppose.
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Going for a record here, to get this caught up with in record time. Probably the longest! Haha!

First chicken view.
That should be the kitchen view.

Health Checks Done
Blood oxygen was low.

I was up late this morning again, without realising how late it was, I poddled to get the
Done. Only got as far as sitting on the Porcelain Throne, nothing evacuated again!
This is the fifth ‘No-Go’ sitting in three days! And two more failed efforts later on!
Hope something moves soon!
Carer Ejaz arrived. He took a snapshot of my legs and issued the medications. He performed a body check and judged the urine colour for me. We swapped farewells as he departed.

Back in the wetroon. All five teeth left were cleaned. Cut my gums. I shaved (one cut), medicated my ailments, & off to make a brew.
Got the cheesy rolls out of the refrigerator.

Second kitchen photo.

Checked the fridge, the
Silesian sausages were in date.

Third kitchen window shot.

Computer on. Catching up on yesterday’s blog took me three hours, plus I got carried away writing a second Ode. Hehehe!

More hours sorting, loading, saving and eventually filing photos in CorelDraw.

Another brew made,

Carer Mizra was in a rush, bless him.

I’m blogging more, but I’m not getting on very well.

Went to make up another water bottle, and put it in the fridge so it’d be cooled later.

The bread rolls I photographed had been in the direct sunlight. They will be edible now.

Two more bottles of water were made up.
I’m peeing well through the catheter!
Wish I could pass from the rear end!

SUNDOWN SERIES

Nice!

Time to do the WP Reading and comments.
Late now, tired out, and it feels like Anne Gyna is going to accompany me with the meal and sleep. She doesn’t half pick her times!

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Inchy Today: Friday 11th July 2025

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A new medication, called Ziprasidone,
Increased moments of feeling woebegone,
Still, I had a bad start… being born,
I get reckless, careless, and wanton,
As Deep-Dark-Depression-Darius comes on,
High-Mood-Horis cheers, but never stays long,
When he’s with me, I often sing a song!
I’m now far less bucktoothed…
Nine teeth left, so many have rotted,
Starmer’s downfall needs to be plotted,
His sneering attitude is as I expected…
Surely his dishonesty & lies were suspected?
He was, after all, a barrister…
Making him the cleverest liar,
Don’t expect anything from Starmer,
The Labour Party’s principal annihilator,
Keeps saying his Father was a toolmaker,
Inspiring cartoonists & every joke-maker!

A bad night again; again, shooting awake repeatedly.
After a few hours of this, I nodded off again and slept late, for me, anyway, 07:00hrs.

Took off the night bag and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Huh! Reversal in evacuation style from yesterday. Troskty Terence was back in the lead. No doubt to be closely followed by Constipation Konrad in this afternoon’s visit, or on Saturday morning’s session. That will be interesting. Hahaha!

Carer Ejaz arrived and checked the legs and body; medications were then issued. He was soon gone, off to get the bus.

A lightning-fast wash; why, I nearly got wet. Hehe!
My sense of humour seems to be making a comeback as I type this? (17:10hrs!)

I took a snap of the new day catheter pouch on my leg. I’ve kept it clean. Well, the muslin bag needed a bit of a jiggle to make it comfortable… but that’s my fault. I weakened, responded to the itching on the top strap, with some stern scratching of it. That’s not in the picture,  in case any haemophobes see it. Hehe! I noticed that the legs and feet looked a little red this morning. It’s possible that I set the camera to the wrong setting. (I found that I had, later)

I was concentrating on blogging when a mini-seizure struck, leaving me unable to continue for about an hour. Getting regular now! Must tell the Doctor.

The moment I realised it was a food delivery driver over the intercom, I fell into a deep depression. Why? I’ll tell yer all about my second gig shopping cock-up of the week! This one was expected next week, as well as Tuesdays that were expected next Thursday. At least I think that’s right. I was boiling mad at myself! Swore, sulked, cursed a bit more, and considered popping on the balcony and opening a window… Never-mind.
This has brought me to such a low point; I must seek some form of help. I’ll inform the Doctor and the Neurosurgeon at the hospital at our November appointment. How I prayed that would visit. But he didn’t. Not until nearly midnight anyway. That was not good timing; his arrival was grand for a few seconds, then the self-hate routine, caused by my stupid mistake, kicked in, and  he departed. Sleep was unattainable, but I’m going out of sync again. Why am I not in the least surprised?

Crikey, look at all the bags!
I literally had to throw some away to make room for the new food that was incoming.
Cheesy Topped cobs again! No room in the freezer!
Emptying a carrier with more crisps and biscuits in it, I found this article, which, for an unknown reason, I thought I was buying toilet cleaner stickers.
Obviously, judging by the ingredients, which were too small to read (I put the name in Google to find them), they were children’s sweets!
I can’t take much more, I’m losing it big time.

Bottles due…
They were left outside the door.

I meant to put Horis’ rating as 0.05%

My feet were a bit red again. It doesn’t show in the photograph, but the contents of the catheter bag seemed to glow with a luminescent light.

0825hrs: I was just about to serve the meal when Carer Ejaz arrived. I popped it back in the still-warm oven, and Ejaz dished out the medications. 

After he’d gone, I served up and started eating the meal, while watching a recorded Heartbeat episode.
¾ of the way through the meal, I realised I’d not photographed it. So, I did.
And I soon demolished the remaining fodder in the dish. Very tasty, I think that showed his appreciation. Because he came over to me for at least five minutes of joy, or his percentage attendance for the day would look even worse.
Today was so depressing overall. and made the day a misery. I bet you find endless errors in this blog. At one stage, my typing errors outnumbered those I got right. Grammarly was working overtime today. However, made it so difficult for me to make the right choices amongst the options it offered. My awareness and grasp of logicality were all to cock!
Really, my worst day for months, and the day went so slowly as well. It often felt like mental torture. I appreciate that this sounds strange, but at least I made it through it. If I have another day like today… Well, let’s hope I don’t.
Typing this on Saturday morning, things, words, are still vague to ascertain. Mistakes galore… But not as bad as yesterday. But not right, not like it usually is… I’m waffling again, Tsk! Sometimes I accept being glaikit, well, the label does fit? Fit? Are seizures linked to this?

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BONUS ODE
This morning, I feel a little less confusion,
I’m almost capable of cerebration!
Here’s to a better day for memory retention,
And the absence of Darius’ Deep Depression,
A riddance to Conrad Constipation,
My next passing is not like tungsten,
Hopes for a better concentration,
I’ve already paid for my cremation…
I’m ready now for my transubstantiation,
Mind & body gone through trucidation,
Waiting for surgery, a trephination,
But without any signs of trepidation…

This Ode takes a deflection,
Worried about the state of the Nation,
Starmer and his demagoguism,
His lies and his indoctrination,
His Labour principles’ evisceration,
His hostage is a sausage interpretation.
Birthed from a toolmaker’s insemination,
No condemnation… just a little imprecation,
I’m working on brewing up a new execration…
To stifle the evil of the leader of our Nation!

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Inchy Today: Thursday 10th July 2025

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I realise that I have become impercipient,
Thick-as-a-plank, a dangerous self-hindrance,
Ignored by others, close by or adjacent, 
My plans were loose, but not appercipient,
Details, dates, and motives were not apparent,
I exist in my own created neurotic ambience,
From reality, I often search for & need, abscondence,
Help needed with basics, finance & correspondence,
I suffer seizures & Anne Gyna, in accrescence…
A world of worry, fear, with yblents,
My mind powers itself, all volitient,
As with so many a suffering dement,
Depression often has me feeling verklempt,
The brain out of reach, often volitant,
Now, the cost of food, electricity and rent…
I once nearly bought a Trabant,
But opted for a Robin Reliant,
I’m alive due to medications & unguent,
The odd tumble can be called violent,
I’m tired out by noon, my energy spent
I love Kung Po sauce, any tracklement,
Failures and incapabilities make me trepidant,
When I meet the Heavenly symposiarch…
I hope to meet Starmer, the UK’s autarch…
He’ll learn my bite is worse than my bark!

A DETAIL SHORT JOB TODAY. There are things I want to say, but it will cause me more delay. What I can say, I will say another day. Maybe Sunday.
The mystery ferments & teasers! 
Actually, there is no mystery. Sorry! Hehehe!
It’s just that I have to try to catch up on blogging; I’m getting further and further behind. Up at 06:00hrs. With a sensation of foreboding. An unwarranted, annoying sense… almost an anticipation of something coming, something in the air. Closing in nearer and nearer.  
It’s not here yet, but it will come. On the other hand, I may just be losing it again.
Better get started, it’s gone 19:30 already.

Night pouch off and emptied.

Took this kitchen shot on my way to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Curious if it will be /constipation Conrad or Trosky Terrence in charge. 

Carer Ejaz made a quick visit, medications sorted. He was in a rush, bless him. His bus was late.

I hope this is readable: Mind Mangling Malcolm had been active all day today.
Following Thursday’s Morrison delivery, which arrived this Thursday, today. Yes, my arithmaphobia is winning the numbers battle!
Got even more peas in now! And two orange cream balls, which I put in the fridge.
Naughty beer-battered chips!
Hurrah! Silesian Sausages and Polish Country Sausages. Some smoked pork loin, too.

I went into a world of my own for a couple of hours. I can’t remember any seizure coming on, but a vagueness, when I returned, was nothing compared to how I usually feel, confused, and a loss of balance. So much milder all around. 

Carer Mirza came and had a look at the new mobile to see if he could find a way to make it louder or change the call tones. Nope. He’ll try again later in the week for me.

Then, as he left, I went into a proper hasty seizure. I felt it coming on. I think it lasted for just a couple of minutes. However, getting over it left me incapable of doing anything on the computer for another two hours. I must mention this one to the Doctor. I was hazy and strongly confused. I thought I’d fetch another bottle of spring water, and the catheter needed emptying. It felt like I was standing still as I got up, and the blurry surroundings went all psychedelic, turning and twisting, seeming to affect my vision as well. As if I’d suddenly acquired uncontrollable zooming in and out facilities. A fog, just like Glaucoma Gladys, goes when I catch sunlight in my eyes. But the curtains were closed… this was not good.

I put the TV on, on the third try, to take my mind off how I was feeling. Within minutes, the fog, haze, loss of balance, & dizziness started to clear. I don’t want to go through that again. I’d already lost a total of two hours through this new style seizure. Or rather, the coming out of it. Lately, they never seem the same after seizures.

Care Mizra, noticed my right leg has swollen, and the left one has shrunk. He ointmented the right leg. But overall, the Lymphorrhoea in my legs & feet had got a lot better than yesterday’s flare-up.

Early evening view.

I turned away from the window and cast a shadow on the kitchen floor. I liked the ghostly appearance it produced and took a snap of it.
A self-taken 3D photo? Haha!

I investigated what to have for my meal after Ejaz made the last call. He’ll change the catheter day bag in the morning.

I caught the beautiful late sunset
Then did a zoomed-in snap.
Seconds after taking this, it had disappeared.
So glad I caught it.
Mother Nature at her finest!

Then I got the meal prepped.
Not bad at all.

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Inchy Today: Tuesday 8th July 2025

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The Differences twixt farcicalities, & eccentricities,
Can be minimal, as with decorations and baubles
Yet obvious with pastilles and bastilles,
Plainer, with the oligarchs and proletariats,
Crowds in England, in Scotland, clamjamfrys,
I don’t know what I’m doing some days!
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05:30hrs: Took the nightpouch off, went into the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. Then, the rumbling innards began.
So, off to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.  Trotsky Terence played no part in the evacuation this morning. Come to think of it, Constipation Conrad didn’t either. Rock-solid! I played with the crossword puzzle for ages, but I had the same amount of luck as Trotsky did. Zilch!

07:15hrs, Carer Ejaz arrived, full of the joys of Spring. He issued the prescription Medications and reminded me to take the B12 vitamins, as my blood levels are low in them.
I took some potatoes out to slow-cook in the crockpot for later. Sliced some red onion & added that.

Started on the blog catch-up, and an hour or so later, the JS delivery arrived. The driver to the bags through to the kitchen for me.
Canned Irish Stew is currently cheaper than at Iceland, Asda, and Aldi. So, I bought a few cans and plan on adding some extra potatoes and Gungo Peas sauce. I use the Milk Roll loaf to soak up the juices. I’m getting carried away again! Flavoured Spring Water, fresh garden peas (They’ll go in the Irish stew as well). Cakes, crisps, biscuits, bicarbonate of soda. Got the pod peas into the cooler.
No butter-butter, Iced Coffees for visitors & nurses, sliced red onions, 
sliced mushrooms, cheese spread, & some laundry & washing items; washing up liquid, bleach, laundry softener/freshener. The canned food cupboard was soon filled up!  
The bikkies and cake cupboard were utilised. 10p less than the Iceland ones at 90p each for 6! I admit they are not nice!

The Maryland vegan cookies were available for purchase. I didn’t need them, but they were 35p cheaper than Iceland, 25p cheaper than Asda, and 40p cheaper than Ocado.

Carer Jyoti called and said no medications were required. She tried to find a way to change to a louder ringtone but had no luck.

Back on the blogging, and J called, with some washing, bless her. She smelled the potatoes that I’d put in the crockpot… six hours ago, but had accidentally put them on the highest setting.
My first real cock-up of the day. Joe took them out and told me to dry them off before they crumble. Well, two-thirds did just that as I tried to dry them. I salvaged seven little spuds and ate them straight away. Put some fresh ones on for tonight’s planned meal. 
I believe that despite the mental and neurological problems in my later years, I have gleaned a new quality. Oh, yes! I’m not sure which name to give it; perhaps you can advise on the three I thought of or suggest a better one. Do you have any suggestions, please? (funnier)
Cock-it-up-itis, Iris?
Misconstrue, Miscalculate, Mistakemaker, Mavis?
Ever in the Ether, Ethel?
Hehe!

I made next week’s food order from Ocado. They seem to have more options and choices in the Silesian-type and hot dog sausages.

I shelled some garden peas and added the remaining potatoes to accompany the Irish Stew and Gung-Po sauce meal later on.

Then, as I was waiting for CorelDRAW to save the file…

I was in the exact position I was in when I felt myself going. I knew, quite wrongly, that it had been a mini-seizure of maybe a minute or two. Boy, was I wrong! I checked the file saved at the time on CorelDRAW. Over four hours ago!
And coming out of it was like… the confusion was so deep. It took me ages to realise how long it had been, and when I stood up , as all but had me over. Five minutes later, I felt much better… 
, I was lucky to be where I was when I went over, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.  Also, I was with it enough to throw myself at it on my way down.
Certainly saved me from serious injury.

Back on the blog!

Carer Mizra did the teatime call. Medications.

I was feeling weary, early again, and foggy-minded from, I assume, the seizure.

Not much of the Irish Stew to be seen, I podded a whole packet of garden peas, after shelling them, of course. Hehe! Tasted nice, though!

My estimate of the mood split today.
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Again, there were no in-betweens; just the two extremes, no moments of normalcy.
Nothing new here, then. Hahaha!

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Inchy Today:Wednesday 9th July 2025

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Starmer refuses perestroika; a glasnostian,
When I’m PM, I’ll ban fanaticism,
Stop MPs from lying & spouting frustian,
No lies, but they can use gesticulation,
Give the poor free supplies of furazolidone,
Ban the bomb, and bring our troops home,
NHS free for all, no means-test, no question,
Stop making bombs, weapons & munitions,
There will be complaints, fears & a humdudgeon,
But it’ll be better than Starmer still ruling,
If Putin and China start attacking…
I’ll blow our nuclear stockpile, smiling,
Thus, armageddon provoking!
Earth’s globe will start cracking…
With or without the UN’s backing,
Little effort used, in this ‘last war’ annihilating,
First, I must rid the world of drug-taking,
Grass for free, to create minds of harlequin,
Back to reality, still using caution…
My life requires some beautification,
Why, I’ve no comprehension
What’s my message? My intention?
Why do I have this compulsion?
Maybe it’s a mixture of my medication?
Trotsky Terence, or Conrad’s Constipation?
Dementia? Glaucoma? Darius’s Depression?
Coming out of seizures, bring on indecorum…
Loss of balance, confusion… yet self-condemnation?
Sometimes I can, an imaginary machination…
My memory can cause self-misconception,
Mostly in Starmer, the Machiavellian!,
Flagrant, in his backhander-taking & decreeing,
He’s no facial tics, but we see his caterwauling,
Showing no outward signs, when he is lying
Other than when he’s verbally talking,
Pensioners, workers, he is imperilling,
More Gazians, innocents, will be dying,
I wish he’d go back to barristerising!

THE BUSY DAY OF THE WEEK
04:15hrs: I was woken by an ailment, which I thought might have given up on me. He’s not been twitchy for about a month. But no, he’s back again!
I’d forgotten how much he used to make me jump, and hurt! But, to be fair, he’s been a lot more painful in the past. Mind you, he’s out of practice. Hehe!

The nocturnal pouch was detached from the day bag; I was pleased by how light the colour was. Then I took last night’s rubbish to the big bag in the kitchen and washed the tea mug.

Knowing it was going to be a day of interruptions, Wednesdays are, with the Carer doing an extended visit to assist me with the banking, laundry and Email sorting. I decided that I’d better get the  done straight away. So, I did. Stripped off, slippers taken to the wet room door, and entered… immediately, the need arose for the . After two days of difficult-to-encourage events (apart from one visit when Trosky made a limited comeback), I was expecting the same again, but no! Sticky, gooey, pongy, and so time-consuming to clean up afterwards. No chance of a go on the crossword book.
Luckily, while cleaning, I knocked some bits off the floor cabinets and realised I had still not replaced the empty PP pouch. So, I did. I found a pack of the old, thick ones I used to wear when the blood flow was high. Back to the junk room number 3, to get another pack. They felt a bit brittle; they’d been in stock a while. So would be if I’d been left on a shelf with the sun hitting me for months. 
I was a bit concerned about my teggies; they hurt when I cleaned them. Another tooth was lost this week, and two more had lumps broken off.
The shaving went great! Not a single cut or nick!
A bit of a farce in my plans to have a shower, the water was almost cold… I shot out into the kitchen, and sure enough, I’d left the tap running yet again. A stand-up wash had to suffice.

I have started and completed the health checks. Results are looking good! Made the bin bags into one bigger one.
Took a snap of the view from the kitchenette window. Caught the shadows cast by the upcoming sun from behind the prison block. No! Flats, flat block!
Carer Ejaz arrived. Gave out the medications and checked my body over. He Cetrabended underarms, and the legs and ankles. Which looked to be getting a little worse again, according to the photo he took on the left.
Unbeknownst to me, Ejaz also took these three snaps.
Taken with the new camera phone. He showed me how to transfer them to the computer. Bless him.

This is what I plan to have as part of my meal tonight, or in the morning if I get confused and lose the plot again. I always do on Wednesday, and it will require more input from me today. As the person doing this more extended visit has not done it before. So, when I’m asked what needs to be done, how, and where things are, I’ll no doubt get confused and forget details to pass on, tasks to do, and how to do them. I honestly can’t deal with more than one thing at a time nowadays.

Frustrating? Yes! Embarrassing? Yes! Self-Anger Making? Yes! I imagine I won’t have time for any seizures today, Haha! Not complaining at all, just saying. And some praying, too.

I put some vegetables in the crock pot for later.
Mushrooms, garden peas, and onions, forgetting to put some potatoes in with them. When I discovered (counting those in the computer and emails) my 112th mistake of the day, by missing off the spuds, I cursed!
I pressed on with the blogging, but it was painfully slow going and even more mistake-ridden. Concentration Konrad appeared to be on strike.

Oberstgrüppenfuhreress and Primo Ballerina, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Warden Deana, came in the flat. Bringing a new Alarm Alert wristlet for me. Bless her.
She set it up with the NCC (Nottingham City Council control room). Put it on my wrist. The band on the old band was elasticated cotton and was easy to get on and off. This new one is thicker, wider and has to be threaded when taking it on or off. Makes sweat marks on the wrist. Dean said to let me see how it goes. If any problems, they can change it to a necklace one, if needed. 

Carer Mirza arrived. A grand lad. This is likely to be, well, will be chronologically out of sync. Mirza talked me through charging and using the text on the new phone. I took my first photo with it, of Mirza. The sun was blasting through the paper-thin, moth-eaten curtains. Not a good one, but still. I explained that the laundry needed to be done, as well as emails and banking (we didn’t get to that), and the kitchen floor, if time allowed. Mirza was advised about the pots I had prepared for washing, retrieved the bag, and I told him where the laundry room was located on the ground floor. He went into the kitchen and returned, asking where the washing machine was. I had to smile and tell him where the community laundry room was on the ground floor again. Off he went. I tried to get some of the blog done, which I did, but not very well. Too many faults. 
The lad returned and helped me with some emails. We checked the British Gas electricity meter, as the email said, I have a new account? No new meter in the cupboard. He’ll ring them next Wednesday… if it’s him that calls, of course. He then checked two other emails, but I wasn’t making notes and forgot which they were. But they are on the list for next week, for Mirza, I hope. So many Carers are getting all my banking details. He also checked a bill, I think, and it was all okay. My head was spinning.
He went down to put the laundry into the dryer and returned a while later. The dryer wasn’t working. I went down with him to the laundry room. He got caught off guard by one dryer that resembled a washer, but it was free, so he put the clothes into it. 
Back up to the cell… no, flat we went.
Mirza, kindly started copying things from the Alert Alarm Handbook, which was too small for me to read.
He copied anything he thought might need my attention or awareness. I appreciated that.
Down he went to get the laundry, came back and hung the clothes up for me. Thanked him, and he said he would be doing the teatime call. As I said, lovely lads, him and Ejaz.

I may add some of these mini-sausages, they are Pork and apple flavour. I ate a couple as I added them to the pan. Nice!

Getting late now, and the weariness and nigglyness are coming on. Humph!
I spent hours trying to catch up on the blog, but I was interrupted too many times, and I made so many mistakes, which delayed things.

It is now 23:20 hours! I must stop working on the blog (I’ve been neglecting it) to review and reply to the emails and comments. Gawd knows when I’ll get food, let alone sleep! A broken night’s sleep again, I was repeatedly waking up with a jump or a jerk.

Old age and insanity are a poor combination. I got on with the WP Reader viewing and commenting.
Then, messages… Tired? Me? Yep!

01:30hrs: I finally got a meal. I got the TV on and fell asleep eating my meal. Repeatedly waking up to the accompaniment of seeing what I’d missed, and off again into the land of nod.
Waking for the 20th time at 04:50hrs. Finding the stone-cold sausage hostage casserole; Oh, sorry Starmer, that’s your phrase, I meant sausage casserole.
Thought about getting up… Zzz! Nodded off again. 05:00hrs, woke me again… I was determined to get up this time. Zzz! 
05:25hrs, a slow, more natural awakening. I started planning to get the nocturnal catheter bag removed and take a photo of the sunshine that was blazing through the tatty, thin, torn curtains. Zzz!
06:00hrs, and an awakening due to
Having a tour of my Torso and neck.
So, I got up!

An honest assessment of today’s mood:
Not one of my better days.

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Inchy Today: Monday 7th July 2025

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Hitler.  No, Mussolini.  No, Tony Blair.
No, Lord Haw-Haw.  No, Margaret Thatcher.
No, Harold Shipman.  No, Xi Jinping, 
No, Benjamin Netanyahu,  Erm…er…
His Dad might have been a Toolmaker?
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I’ve got neurotic problems by the boatload,
Insufficient money to make a billfold,
Glaucoma Gladys is becoming a blindfold,
I’ve got a body that should be in a centrefold,
I’ve a brain that can no longer behold…
The richness of asking or being told,
No longer retains, cannot withhold,
Dropping, walking into things, I could explode,
Hence, I’m writing this little threnode,
I’ve looked for but not found my Motherlode,
Depression, frustration, failure, all incommode…
Often, I feel I can’t cope, period!
It’s driving me back to the amber fluid!
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So many Whoopsies, Accifauxpas & mistake-ridden, frustrations, failures, worries, Seizures, everyone with a terribly confusing state of mind when I returned to mock reality, neurological problems, and what a rotten day it was.  I wrote three full pages of reminders on the notepad, and as I read them this morning, they proved to be of little use.  I think if I read and understood the so-called text, I could probably decipher less than 10%!  And some of them were partly guessed at. 
Therefore, some aspects will be mixed up, chronologically out of sync, incorrect, mistaken, or unbelievable.  However, I’m so far behind that I’ll have to rush the job, and mistakes are inevitable. 
Sorry, but I do my best, but I must rush things to be ready for the Matron, JS food delivery, and a call from the Neurological Lady regarding the procedure details.  Although that might be happening tomorrow.

I’d been working through last night to catch up on the blogs.  Suddenly it was 05:00hrs!  I turned off the computer (failing to save the CorelDRAW).  And had to leave things and get into the hospital bed.  05:25hrs.

07:15hrs: The intercom rang, and I clawed my way out of bed to the panel and admitted Carer Ejaz.
I was back in bed by the time he arrived at the flat and felt so tired that I just stayed there.
I’m sure I must have been having a nocturnal seizure because of how confused I felt.  Not with it at all.

11:00hrs: I shot awake in a bit of a panic.  Thinking it was Tuesday, and the JS food delivery was due between 07:00 and 11:00 hours… and I’d missed it!

I got the email on the computer to see if any message had been left for me from JS.  This is when I realised it was Monday, not Tuesday.  That helped calm down my semi-panic mode.
I took this snap through the balcony windows.  Then, I started planning a wet room session to perform ablutions and self-medication.  Beginning with a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Constipation Konrad single, painful, bloodied and the longest-winded session for many a month.
A lengthy sitting this was.  However, I did manage to find a couple of solutions to the crossword.  Getting the muslin bag from the catheter contraption was painful, but that’s always the case.  Shaving took a while, as I’d got Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time, so I took things as carefully as I could.  The result was a terrible shave, but still, now to face the showering.  Which went great!  A bit rushed, but I still enjoyed it.  I remembered to turn the power box off, as well!
The next page of notes was redundant.  Couldn’t read them at all.  The next photo reminded me a little.  I recall taking this photo of the legs after reattaching the contraption.  I asked Ejaz later to fit the muslin bag support, which he did.

Stayed with me on and off all through the rest of the day.  These short ones take so long to recover from. 

The lost and unreadable hours of the short day, I just know I didn’t and wasn’t happy with.  But details, as I say, are not gettable.

I recall Carer Josie arriving just as I was struggling with coming out of a seizure.  I’m sure I tried to explain to her, but I have a feeling I waffled too much.  At least, I think I did.  I found that she had written on the notepad to remind me to ask the Carer to change the urine pouch on Tuesdays.

I’d decided not to bother with any fancy meal and left out two cheesy-topped cobs and the Matmite to go on them for later.

I do remember taking this shot of the kitchen window sky view.  Oh, yes…
Because after taking it and bringing the Koad back from the window frame…
I knocked a bottle of sea salt from the counter.  The glass did not break, but the cap flipped open, leaving a fresh aroma after I cleaned it up.  Haha!

A nicely burnt vegetable pastie.  Two Marmite-filled cheese-topped bread rolls.  Sliced and salted a beef tomato.  Some Frazzles and a mini ice-cream lolly to follow.

At 22:00hrs, there was a European Ladies football match.  I tried tuning in to the Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who owns Virgin Media.  He took home $64m in FY2-L.  Champion Global Oligarchs, grubstakers, securities brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-core, con artists, artful deceivers, flimflam artists, TV.
At 23:05hrs, I gave up.

Today’s estimated share.
I’m hoping for an improvement tomorrow.

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Inchy Today: Sunday 6th July 2025

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TO HIS SERIES OF DREAMS LAST NIGHT
I hiked there in my warped realisation.
The result of a moment’s aberration,
Off for an afternoon spent riparian,
I enjoyed this on Bristol’s River Avon,
Ah, the peace, no altercation…
I saw my first coprophagan…
Missing the cow turds, with attention,
No visits from Agathodaemon…
I felt totally free of depression,
A gentle breeze, the sun my guerdon,
On the river, flotsam & hymenopteran,
So peaceful, no thoughts bacchanalian,
My mind wandered off on its own volition…
Viewing the world without condemnation,
I fell asleep, & found perfection…
Suddenly, no hatred, wars, crimes or derision!
Harmony, with Angels, each a protecting guardian,
All around me, people dressed Edwardian,
Azaleas, looking up at me, showing their apotropaism,
No scent of fear, or need of apogeotropism,
Then, I feared for this imaginary kingdom,
Knowing what lies ahead, I had the wisdom…
A man filling his pipe, his girlfriend paying attention,
Would she lose him in a war, perhaps the Crimean?
Senghenydd explosion, 439 men died while mining,
I woke up to find I had a problem,
A water-filled, leaking Wellington!
Maybe a seizure, I thought, after an interregnum,
This was all beyond my comprehension,
Yet the day felt real, in fact, so idyllian,
I even managed a little self-irrision,
I felt joyful, blithe, with exhilaration…
But riddled with suspicion…
Was today all but an illusion?
I’ll have to give this some consideration!
I certainly felt a strange abnormalisation…
I got there & back without transportation?
I searched but found no medication,
Ah… I’m at a different location!
Brookfield Place, under Arkwright St station,
All gone now, not in my memory & imagination,
It smells the same, soot & smoke from the train station,
The rag & bone man, horse & cart creating a ruction,
We try to get an increase in price, but get a reduction,
I saw myself poor & undesirable, a bezonian…
This dream is like a circumbilivagination,
The stable, the wood yard, folks in contradiction,
What I see may well be a conceptualisation…
But to me, it was a reassuring actualisation,
The smell of boiling bones for the gruel,
Not that I ever thought this was cruel,
Survival meant we had to be adaptable,
Cow heel, rabbit; if one were catchable,
Mother found cigarettes to be ascertainable,
Usually scrounged, stolen or pocketable,
As a small lad, others found me punchable,
Despite this, I remained compliable,
Although the neighbourhood was a little tribal,
Everyone had a go at me, it seemed logical,
I thought this was to be expected and normal,
I’ve always been easy to clobber & bumfuzzle,
Never knew why, but Mother called me her barnacle,
They pulled the old Meadows down… terrible!
It’d be a treasure to anyone archaeological!
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0535hrs: I think I woke just after having a seizure of some kind or other. Because I was so confused and wobbly on my feet when I dismounted the bed to sort out the nocturnal catheter. I felt the need for the Porcelain Throne brewing up in my innards.

Dizzy Dennis joined in the sensations as I slowly hobbled, with a degree of balancing difficulty, to the Porcelain Throne. It proved to be a messy and extremely long affair. The time spent cleaning up the limbs, bottom, and porcelain was worse because I kept getting dizzy each time I bent down. 
Another mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, or the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality were already on the wane.

But as I hobbled back to the kitchen, I realised it was as if someone had corrected my balance, and the Dizzy Dennis had gone off into the ether?

As I thought about this gift, with her stabbing pains started in the neck this time. And spent three hours touring around my torso. Under the left arm, right chest, centre chest, back to the neck, almost up to the chin, right chest… etc.
When she suddenly stopped, I wasn’t surprised; she must have worn herself out. Hehehe!

I poddled out onto the balcony to take a couple of shots of the view in the rain, through the windows, of course.
I had to take a shot from the end of the balcony as the innards were gurgling and rumbling again. Once again, was in control. At least it wasn’t as messy as the first. But it was extremely gooey! Smelly-Phoo, too!

Back to the balcony to take a window end shot.
Although I am not very often pleased or confident about anything I do nowadays, this one I was happy with.
. Hehe!

Carer Ejaz rang the intercom. I fumbled my way to the box, pressed ‘receive,’ and the panel showed Ejaz on his phone. I then pressed the release button on the door. The intercom chimes started again, and the inner lobby door had not opened! I tried again, but no success. (No success? Could that go on my plaque at the crematorium? – Or, as someone suggested last year, would this be better: “He came, He failed, He Went?”  Got carried away again there. Sorry. So, I’d got my dressing gown on from when I went out onto the balcony to take the fantastic, wonderful, magnificent photo above left. Haha! So I went down to admit Ejaz.
How long will this visit last? I’m absolutely loving this mood! 👍🏾

Ejaz was wet from the rain, poor lad. He got the prescription medications sorted for me and reminded me to take the B12 supplement. No Peptac or Cetraben is needed. As Anne Gyna was on a break, the legs, ankles, and feet that had been fed to bursting point over the last three weeks are looking great, super-duper! Yee-Haa!

I made a determined effort to complete yesterday’s blog. Although, was, for some reason going blurring my sight, almost as bad as she does when I look at the sunshine.

A couple of hours later, the intercom rang again. It was the Iceland order arriving. I tried to tell him the door might not work and that I’d be down to open the lobby door manually for him. I’m not sure if he heard me, as the screen dies within a few seconds. So, I got dressed again, and as I was leaving to go down, the driver arrived. He put them in the kitchenette for me.
The first thing I noticed was the big bag of toilet paper. They were a bit more expensive than my usual ones, but it was the sale price, and it stated they were triple-ply. So, with getting frisky with me, I thought it best.
What a Mistaka to Maker!
👎🏼Just look at the size of this sheet that I photographed! Pathetic!
I swear that it will take a third of a roll to wipe my bottie after a evacuation!
As I photographed a selection to go into the fridge, I noticed that Iceland Foods had done it again. 👎🏼The steak slice had a must-be-used-by date of Today!
👎🏼And, disappointment number three from Iceland Foods, the baby potatoes. I had to throw away six of them. (see the photo on the right). They were either split or had black spots near the surface; some had both! 👎🏼When I opened a pack of the shortcake biscuits, they had been ready-pre-crushed for me. The company’s new slogan is Google tells me:
👎🏼“That’s why we go to Iceland” Huh!👎🏼
Free delivery, though, as long as you spend £40.
No mention of the fee for picking, packing and carrier bags. But one has to be fair. Asda often pre-crushes your bread to make it easier to digest; their dates are dodgy, too.
Even J Sainsbury sent Royal Farms Grown Anya potatoes last week with black spots, and they were to be used by the same day as the delivery. And cheesy cobs. But with Trump, Putin, Xi Jinping, and Sparkling Toolmaker’s Son Starmer doing their best to prompt World War Three, does this really matter enough to bother about? Maybe not!

A Little Quiz: There was an item in one of the photos that Carer Mizra pointed out had ingredients. Here they are; see if you can find out which product it was from them. Ingredients: Beef (1800P08 per 1g) of beef xxxxxxx. Seasoning: dextrose, caster sugar, salt, onion powder, yeast extract, tomato powder, garlic powder, smoked paprika, caramelised sugar. Natural flavouring: Citric acid, smoked maltodextrin, oregano, liquorice powder, paprika extract, salt, vinegar, potassium sorbate. The seven X’s replace the name of the product. The first comment winner will receive a Certificate Of Merit on the blog.

Carer Mizra arrived, also rather damp-looking.
He took a minute or two to examine the new mobile, trying to figure out how to change the ringtone and make it louder. No luck, but he tried. Thanks, Mizra. Ejaz tried without any luck the other day. I don’t think the option is on the phone at all. They both comprehend the workings of new phones. I think this one has no choice.

I persevered with this blog. And I got some of the photos uploaded and into the WordPress gallery… this is when, to the best of my knowledge, the first seizure occurred. This was a decent, lengthy one, nothing like the five-hour one I had earlier in the week, but again, I was all over the place mentally and physically when I emerged from it. It was replaced by confusion . 
I found that while in the seizure, I’d been working on the blog. I made a right mess of it, which took me ages to get right again.
It took me half an hour of just sitting here feeling sorry for myself, especially after the longest-ever unbroken visit from .

All the effects were lessening when Carer Mizra returned. During the time he was here, clarity returned, along with something that amazed me, but it was back in my head again. No rhyme or reason. Nothing had changed, apart from Carer Mizra calling and the head and dizzying clearing. Yet, I’m in a Sod-Them all mode again. Unbothered, unworried? How I wish I could summon Horis up when I need him! 🤸🏻‍♀️

Back on the balcony.
The rain had stopped. I got a decent shot of the famous end of the car park’s mudflow.

Then, the amazingly dull but still gorgeous sky. Then I’m afraid that things have changed slightly for the worse!
A dual attack coordinated by and hit me; this was not good.

The last Carer call was with Mizra. When he was here, joined in. Mizra had never seen (or heard) Roger in action before.
He seemed genuinely worried, asking if he should call an ambulance. No sooner had he gone than the rain came again. I took a snapshot of it from the closed kitchen window.

Back to the blogging. Thinking and praying for the return of . No luck! 

I continued with this lengthy blog. Suddenly, I realised it was 05:00hrs! No wonder I was feeling done in. I had no energy for food preparation, so I saved the things and closed the computer.

It took all the energy I had left just to climb into bed. For the first time ever, I ignored the panic-thoughts of Did I lock the door. Are the taps turned off, etc? I was not feeling too well and was too tired to be bothered. Well, that was a first!
Luckily, nothing was found amiss in the morning.

Apart from the fact that I was so far out of it.

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TTFNski.
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