I thought Maggie Thatcher was cruel,
But Starmer would win any duel.
She was much more dynamical,
Keir is more dishonest and cynical.
Starmer: is fault-disowning, in denial,
A fact-bending barrister, his morals questionable, His integrity is empty, his honesty dysfunctional,
His oaths & promises are easily self-deleteable,
His cheating & lies, empirically verifiable,
He is politically contentious and eristical.
Maggie was firmly in charge, esoterical,
Yet Starmer remains unchallenged, inalienable?
Keir became Prime Minister, via lies he’s inimical,
How he’s lasted in office. I find it inscrutable,
Why has no one yet found him shootable?
The Tories gave up, they’re not arousable…
He does what he wants to, now he’s immarcescible,
His personality is prominently kenspeckle…
Decision changing, unpredictable, mercurial,
Starmer is unpalatable, frightful, & objectionable. The opposition is miserable, wretched, pitiful,
I’d like to say Keir is also despicable & detestable,
Voters by the millions are already agreeable,
Starmer cannot be any more hateable,
But Starmer seems bedded in & unremovable,
No one capable of taking over, that’s the trouble,
Surely someone can burst his arrogant bubble?
He already has the Nation feeling mausoleal,
He wants to turn his citizens all mephitical…
He is poisonous; things are getting critical,
A barrister, born immoral and unethical?
His rule is unlawful, his attitude awful,
Could this little outburst be excusable?
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Eye eye, what’s going on here?
Moments in life’s uncontrollable adventure,
Each one is a logic, common sense alienator,
We’ve all had them, though not on our agenda,
Some serious, harmful, some have been absurder,
Like this old senile self-autobiographer,
Well known as a blabberer, boozer and blunderer,
My recent memory is patchier and blurrier…,
When I thought I was a female beguiler,
So long ago, those youthful memories; now clearer,
This event took place in Caernarvonshire,
I recall us snogging beneath a chandelier,
As she got bodily curioser, I felt cheerfuller,
The recalling stopped; in came Nimra, my Carer,
Nice gal, bossy, but with a pleasant demeanour.
She couldn’t be any prettier,
My hearing batteries died, so I was deafer,
My leg wound bled, I’d banged it on the dumbwaiter,
She pulled off the plaster, gently, with douceur,
It came time for her to disappear,
Then I had some pain from the urethra,
And then a few minutes-long seizure,
Eventually, I felt less schlumpier,
Recovered, did the Ode to the thimblerigger,
I asked myself, now, what were you doing?
I lost any thoughts of my being a sophomania,
I’d lost the plot of this Eye-Eye stanza,
Then gave up, and felt a little toeier!
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Nocturnal catheter pouch.
Balcony walking aids.
The cartilages were dodgy all day.
Please forgive the mess this may end up as.
Medical hassle three times this morning. One was with Lymphorrhoea Leslie; She’s losing body fluid again. I broke off part of another tooth, and Toothache Tiffany has been with me all day.
I took a tumble in the wet room again. I didn’t go down all the way, but pulled off the shower curtain and hit my chin on the shower chair.
At lunch, while awaiting Carer Ejaz for the house cleaning and laundry tasks, I had a mini-seizure that incapacitated my brain for a few minutes. I was on the verge of pressing the wristlet alarm for help. Fortunately, this was prevented by my leaving the alarm in the wet room earlier, and at that time, I was confident enough that my head had cleared enough to get my balance. But minutes, it was okay. Enough for me to use both sticks and fetch and fit the wristlet alarm from the wet room.
Carer Nimra did the first and third calls. Mizra, the afternoon call, and Carer Akeyo the fourth.
Carer Mizra arrived for the Wednesday extended visit, not Carer Ejaz, while I was cleaning the kitchen taps. The lad was a great help today, as my concentration was all over the place. I completed the above tasks on this blog very early. Thankfully.
It’s also saving me some time, as I took a few photos early on. Could I find the AA batteries to replace the dead ones? Nope! So no more pictures. I know I had a box of them. I remember taking two out last week. Gawd knows where I put them. Grrr! Self-loathing!
Mizra took the laundry down to the machine.
I got a text message yesterday from the neurosurgeon section of the QMC hospital, and another this morning from DHL. I was a little baffled by the long links they gave in the text messages. I’ll ask Mizra to help me read & reply to them when he returns. He did this in a short time.
Another savour, Carer Mizra. The DHL text required me to sign up again, providing extra details from the link. It took us a while to work out how to fill it in, but Mizra got it sorted, and eventually, he completed the mysterious re-signing procedure for me. They kept sending emails with codes… three times!
Carer Mizra went down to put the laundry in the dryer and returned. We then looked at the hospital link. All they wanted to know was if I was still on for the Neurosurgeon visit? No date or time confirmation yet. One click and we’d got it done… well, Mizra had.
While sorting the email, I had a seizure. Another shortie. But when I returned to reality, I was far less confused than the earlier one… at least I think I was. Mizra then got the kitchen hoovered and mopped the floor for me.
Then he shot down to fetch the washing from the dryer. He was out of time, so Mizra had to rush to get the clothes hung up. Some of them were not quite thoroughly dried, mostly the socks. I put them on coat hangers, above the kitchen sink, to dry. No photo, of course. Where the heck did I put the batteries! Grrr! You fool, Inchie!
I tried to make an order for Asda, but the site kept freezing. So, I deleted the items that were ordered. And did one for J Sainsbury. I think I did, hang on, I’ll check. Yes, I did, a big one as well.
Oh, the DHL text, they wanted a photo of a safe area where they could leave any parcels, along with all the other details. Care Mizra saved the day yet again. Carer Mizra took a photo and emailed it to me. We used that. Thank you kindly, Mizra.
What a kerfuffle!
The ICC carers rang me late on. The Carer had been delayed. Will be late arriving. I was all calm and said, “Well, it can’t be helped.”
At last, I made a start on this blog. All I’d got done was up to the second Ode.
It’s now eleven o’clock. The need for food is calling – albeit not photographed.
Where the heck did I put the batteries!
I couldn’t find my distance glasses for love or money.
I put on the prescription dark shades to watch TV.
I fell into bed and fell asleep easily.
Waking up in an After-Seizure-Condition (ASC).
I’d had nocturnal seizures, obviously.
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Photo from 2022.
When things were far less blue!
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04:30hrs: The flow-back pains from the dodgy catheter day contraption were stinging away when I woke up. The nocturnal pouch was barely damp; there was so little urine in it! The first thing was to dismount the hospital bed and investigate. 
tackled. With a 
visit to kick off, then investigate what the dodgy state that the
was in. 
Well, a mega-change from this morning’s evacuation, I must say.
. But not liquified and all over in seconds, as the last three visits have been. Small cubes hit the water without much splashing. Green and Oxo-shaped.
I left off doing poor Little Inchy’s Fungal lesion treatment. Until I’d sorted
Then, I did the other regulars; Ears oiled, eye drops in, Phorpain gelled 
Arthur Itis’s knees, then 
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Seemed to be trying to make a comeback again this morning. I hope she doesn’t.
You can see the swelling on the left knee. This is partly due to Arthur Itis, and Cartilage Carol, with Cartilage Chleo in support, who have mangled the knee areas of both legs. The darned Little monkeys!
I finished in the wet room and took a snap through the open window of the stunning light blue and pink sky. Nice!
I hobbled into the front room, collected the bins from the wet room & kitchen, and then got everything sorted.
Carer Ejaz arrived in a good mood. He did a good jon helping me this morning. I felt a smidge guilty in keeping him longer than he should have, and was nervous of missing the bus when he shot off. He’s to make the last call; I hope he catches the bus in time.
I revisited the Porcelain Throne. It was a short visit. Nothing happened.
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dawned.
Anne Gyna visited as I started to imbibe the meal.
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.
End car park.
Balcony. 
Strange cloud formations
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.
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Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!
To the left.
Down to Citrus Walk parking.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!
Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.
Sunshine waning.
Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.
Those chips were lovely!
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and 
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I hope he gets even more unpopular,
That’s that done.
Well, look at this…
Got the nocturnal pouch emptied. I took a sample first, so the Carer could grade it later.
I took this snap above of the misty,
He checked Lymphoreoa Leslie’s leg wound and said he would change it on Monday if it got any worse. I thought it was fine, apart from the neuropathy-driven electric shocks being more regular today. I put this down to the patch dropping off so regularly; Mizra had put tape on it to keep it in place. Ejaz changed his mind and applied a new patch, retaping it firmly in place. Seconds later, the body fluid could be seen leaking under the plaster. As expected, with the tape being tight, but it’s better than the plaster falling off. Don’t worry, the nurse is due on Monday or Tuesday. I’m dreading Wednesday’s medical day. I may have to miss blogs off. But not if I can help it.
Ejaz then creamed the hand injury, & took a photograph of it. It looks a lot worse than it really is in this snap. It’s drying up and scabbing now, which is a good sign, methinks. 
I’ll have a super choice tonight.
I did have a bit of an Accifaupas, though.
I caught the hand wound as I
Carer Mizra called, or was it Carer
I took another sky shot.