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Off to the wet room for a wash and an ablution,
The Porcelain Throne movement was liquidy…
I went to get my anti-diuretic medication,
Opening the drawer, it was a little sticky…
Which held medicines non-prescription,
Taking the box, I went a little dizzy,
Got myself in some confusion,
Trapped my hand, getting a contusion,
A scratch, a bruise, a tiny abrasion,
Carer Manpreet put on some cream,
And I began to think and dream…
Of the world’s upcoming desolation,
Will Hell or Heaven be awaiting…
Which will lambast us for self-annihilating?
Will we see Heaven or Hell’s disintegration?
117 billion people have lived on this Earth,
That’s a lot of dead souls. Which were worthy?
How did they get through the gates so pearly?
Adam & Eve, they must have arrived early?
Are their souls with mammoths & anacondas?
Will the Grim Reaper take souls from Pure Cremation?
Are the Reapers from the unknown Hell or Heaven?
Hell’s interviewers assess your suitability for entry?
Oligarchs, Hitler, Stalin, Putin, Trump, & Göring get there?
Along with Starmer & Blair, the backhander taking pair,
Oligarchs, they’ll take over Hell’s agenda,
But we who are currently breathing air…
Will never know if anyone is out there!
I know it was pointless being a Brexiteer,
But the end commeth, but no need to fear!
Although at first, things will seem a little queer…
No body, brain, cataracts, no mouth to drink beer,
No sight, hearing, or need for ablutional passing,
No murdering, wars, revolutions or farting,
Nothing to need fearing, authorising or appraising,
You may not even know, after passing…
No more eating, washing, or inequality,
Rent, electricity, or food prices are rising!
No appealling bodies, for wanting or screwing,
No hours lost constipating,
No corrupting, counterfeiting, courting, or coveting, Canyoneering, chauffeuring, or cheering,
Women, no childbearing, catering, or censoring,
No cleaning, coiffuring, nail polishing,
Or anyone to give a bollocking tongue-lashing!
Aristotle said we may still be dreaming.
I think life may have been spent part-time musing,
While waiting for the inevitable ending?
Still, this is not a sad message that I’m sending,
I’d love to know if this thought is trending,
Hopefully, peace will flow, even if we don’t know…
And nothing worth commemorating!
One final thing that I would like to mention…
Ask a friend, neighbour or relation…
To check you’re dead before your cremation!
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Not up to much today. Although having said that, as much as I struggled to get the Ode done, and it took me hours, I still managed to glean some pleasure out of it. I’ve got to cope without Carer Joe now. Well, I say that, he has got a call on Monday, sadly, it will be his last one. I’m scared and worried about how I’ll cope without him. He’s saved the day so many times for me, often several times a week!
My fear is getting at me. I can’t help it.
The nocturnal pouch is still attached and shows the red foot, not the white one. Hehe! At least the oedema swelling on top[ of both feet had died down a little while I’d got my feet up. I fell asleep early, but woke up and got up in a semi-confused state, suspecting I’d just had a seizure. Judging by my concentration and balance, they are all over the place.
Took this view from the kitchenette. I then
decided to sit down, as my balance was not good, and spent hours updating yesterday’s blog.
Carer Mampreet arrived. She administered the medications and applied some cream to the hand wound and the tops of the feet, which were filling up with liquid again. Then she Germolened the shaving scar on the back of my neck. Bless her!
Manpreet took this photo of a hand-wound for me. She used the barrier cream. The photo used in the Ode, the very poor, out-of-balance one, I took earlier. When Shaking Shaun was visiting me.
Back onto the computer and made a dubious start on this blog. Creating the graphics, despite CorelDRAW warning me that it would need to be updated to save any work to the new version. Somehow, I managed to get it to work. I cannot recall what I did, I just pray I can do it again in the morning session. A call from Carer Joe would have been invaluable!
I went to make a mug of tea, my first one of the day. And, I’d been up for nearly five hours already. I’ll pay for this later on, big time.
The Iceland stores order arrived. The driver kindly put them in a line, blocking the doorway, so I could move one at a time. I took some pictures of the food bits, but without the SD card in the camera. Humph! Obtaining the photo of the carriers is another aspect of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, which also includes hobgoblins, spectres, gnomes, phantoms, grotesque succubi, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, and spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Duncan, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, concentration, and logicality were already well on the wane.
The tea had gone cold, so I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of Co-Op 99 tea. Taking the above snap of my feet & legs, I noticed that they were even more pronouncedly white on the left and red on the right. The oedema fluid had filled the top and bottom of the right foot, making walking more difficult again. Oh, and painful too!
Made a brew and back to the blogging.
Started making Templates for July.
I assume it was, anyway, that kept blurring my eyesight so much that I had to give up on blogging. These ‘Blur’ periods have been lasting for a few minutes at most, then the vision clears again. Not this time; I was still struggling when making the meal, after switching to reading glasses.
Making and prepping the meal was spoiled and harassed by the arrival of 
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Showed up, and the tray plopped onto the floor, distributing various parts of the meal on the carpet! I discovered a partially eaten piece of sausage on the ottoman in the morning.
I salvaged some of it and still enjoyed it.
The cleaning up of the mess after dining was not appreciated at all. 
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were amongst the ailments that were displeased with all the bending down I had to do. Only the innards that had just had their hunger satisfied didn’t complain. I was in such agony in so many areas of my body.
As I climbed into the hospital bed, there were so many aches and twinges, then (Hah!), 
joined in the onslaught!
It took me hours to fall asleep. The primary reason is the pain, obviously. But these were exacerbated by 
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that I had to get out of bed so often. As I recall, to check that the taps were not left running? Had I locked the flat door? Then I realised that I’d forgot to ask the Carer to fit the nocturnal catheter bag. The fight to get out of bed and 
the bending down again to find and fit the night bag prompted her to increase the level and potency of her attacks. I had to get up about five times from the hospital bed. Each one was painful, especially under the feet, as I had to walk on the Oedema fluid-filled feet. I gave up, and got into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, second-hand charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. Thankfully, I had taken a rest, but I was replaced with worrying about how I’m going to manage without Carer Joe.
Sleep turned into a fantasy. I sat there and stewed in my pathetic self-pity, until my leg fell off the chair my feet were resting on, to ease the Oedema problem. That extra bit of pain was enough for 
to come overhead, and sink into my psyche. So, virtually no sleep. 05:30hrs: Somehow, I forced myself up to start the day with a gloom that had never been with me before.
And the Whoopsies began again…
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I don’t say this very often, but this morning went pretty smoothly… it didn’t last long. It was helpful having two visits from Carer Joe, who will not be calling again this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and his last day will be on Monday. I am deeply heartbroken. I’ve never known such a willing and genuinely caring Carer from this company.
washing or shaving. The oedema in the feet was a concern. But the leg was doing well. I had one red and one white foot at the same time!
Concentration was all but disabled with having so many recoveries to make in a short time. This is the first photo of the view taken earlier. 
After taking it, I burnt a finger, spilling the hot water from the kettle when Shaking-Shaun visited.
I made a start on this blog. Not too successfully so far, but I pressed on nonetheless. Which was a bloody daft thing to do.
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Not to mention all the other problems, mental and physical, that somehow seem so much keener, cruel, and almost soul-destroying.
Plenty of sunshine today. But I dare not go out in it. The heat would make my oedema worse, and possibly blind me.
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The memories needed for Inchies’ Ode,
Legs this morning, on waking up.
Legs this afternoon. Looking better, but the feet are still dodgy to walk on. When they go down enough to get my slippers on, things may improve.
Late morning view.
Catheter drink made up.
Afternoon view.
Trapped my hand in the drawer.
A Pareidolia’s Delight, evening snap.
Carer Ejaz saw the beast straight away.
I was well fatigued and tired, and forgot to put the tomatoes on the tray. Tsk!
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Or, rather, me forgetting to close it!
A miserable day, as revealed by the Ode above.
Early morning
Later in the day.
Very late at night.
He’s still with me, on and off this morning.
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Wee-wee shade
Mornings first view
Later view
Got food out for later.
Morning legs & feet shots
Afternoon shots
Face in the clouds, Circled
Slurp! Gobble!
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Far too deep a colour this morning.
Morning view.
A smattering of rain came later on.
Started blogging. Made a mess of doing the template for today’s blog. What a mess again. I was concentrationless all flipping day. No wonder I’m further behind than ever!
Ejaz arrived as I was struggling to get started on the template. Not the lad’s fault at all, but after he’s gone, I totally forgot where and what I was doing, and ended up starting from scratch again. Frustrated!
Not a pretty sight.
What a state they are in, and the right leg is so much thicker and harder than it was yesterday. With the left one getting that way, too, now.
Started to get to me, especially with me getting the spirit-shattering news late in the day.
visit for several days and actually enjoyed preparing the food. No logical reason, but I felt great, actually started singing to myself!
Added two Siesian sausages. (Not hostages)
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Grizelda came along many years later,
So many blanks for today. This one on the left is interesting, though. The sunshine on it indicates I may have, or someone else did, take this snap in the kitchen. No memory of it? Ah, maybe it is an old one I picked out by mistake? Because I hang dressing gowns over the kitchen window when the sun is out, to reduce the chances of annoying Glaucoma Gladys if the sun hits my eyes, and I often temporarily lose my balance and vision. I lost a lot of things today, concentration, my mobile phone, the haemorrhoid ointment, and track of what I was doing as I did it!
WeeWee nice & light.
Early morning view. 03:35:hrs.
Carer Manpreet, I think, took this snap of the ankle. Showing the 
Dad for a lift, she got home. I told her and asked if what the midwife had told me was true. She casually replied, as she lit up a Park Drive cigarette: “Yeah, but I took to you, a bit later on.” How reassuring for a four-year-old. No wonder I went on to get Dementia. Tsk!
I got the potatoes delivered from J Sainsbury yesterday. Intending to boil them in the slow cooker for later on. 
others, like blackheart, can indicate rot and make the potato unsafe to eat. I saved half of them that looked edible. And I put them in the crockpot on a low setting.
Put to marinate.
Looking good!
Final Meal!
What a view!
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A perfect name for Starmer? Reprobate!
Lymphorrhoea Leslie also got worse as the day went on. I was struggling to walk and to keep my balance.
The night bag colour was good!
Food Delivery
Fridge
Filled up!
Fridge door
Cheesy Roll, bacon, tomatoes
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05:00hrs: I stirred.
A lovely light shade.
Cut up some tomatoes and put them in the fridge for later on, salted.
Ejaz’s inside of the ankle.
Showing early hours of the ankle fluid swelling, and the tape that Ejaz added to keep the pad on.
After the nurse had been. The fluid-filled sac is obvious and a little larger now.
While Carer Joe was here, I had a seizure. Joe said it lasted for just a few minutes. Then, took this photo as 
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Nice!
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Inchy, who is known as a prognosticator,
The world will end, the central
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Morning kitchen view.
Later morning.
Lymphorrhoea Leslie shot taken by my Carer Joe.
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Onions, mashed potato chunks, cooked crispy in the oven. Five different (one of each) varieties of Isle of Man tomatoes. And a naughty but delicious Silasian pre-cooked hostage… No, no…sausage. I just thought I put this in so Herr Pensioner & Farmer robber, Herr Starmer, can feel less of a fool for his gaffe.