Carer Mizra

Inchie Today: Friday 8th August 2025

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You’ll be guaranteed, falls, accidents, the odd blip,
Memory loss, Glaucoma & many Whoopsiedangleplop,
You’ll be hard of hearing, & lose your handgrip,
Not many visitors, not a single friendship,
With mental, physical pains and hardship,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib…
Your memory will crash, so no need for a brainwipe,
Glaucoma. cataracts, cartilages flop,
Tasks, needs, wants; you’ve no controllership,
Your meals you will often burn to a crisp,
Logic, concentration, plans? No, you can’t prescript,
Self-control, understanding? Frustrations precip.,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib!
You’ll not know whether what you’re saying is true or a fib,
We won’t sleep well, we’re too big for a crib
We take our Morphine, Warfarin & rofecoxib,
How do you cope with this? Well, ad-lib!
You must stop eating meat, especially spare rib,
The Carers may have to get to you during a pogonip,
If you can’t get out of your house or apartment…
Join WordPress, I say thus in assuagement,
Though your ailments are persistently accrescent,
And the doctors leave you in confoundment,
I’m speaking as an autodidactment,
Your nature will change, getting all ambivalent,
WordPress can diminish irritation, an abirritant,
Photos, tales, poems, not a detriment,
Our brains, computers; both heaven-sent…
It has been known to cause mental enfeeblement,
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A Grand Morning. No, Ejaz, though.
Carer Nimra, Carer Mizra, then Carer Mizra…
After this, things went all apesh…. Well, all wrong.
It’s bad enough with the SD card not working.

Aaarghhh!
The computer came up with an option about turning off something (keyboard repeat?) or other, or not to.
GREAT TIME TO GO INTO A SEIZURE!
I came out, or back, and was in a haze of muddlement. And the keyboard was not typing!
I was on CoralDraw at the time I drifted off.
I went to WordPress, but it wouldn’t let me type. It seemed ages before I could get things together and investigate.

I thought at first it might be the keyboard batteries, but it wasn’t. I could see the mouse icon, but not type anything in any program. I tried new AAA batteries anyway. No change.
I’m not sure what I hit on the option list or what it was for. I was still twitching for a while, so I assumed Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun had caused me to hit something unwanted. I was angry at myself, and Depression Darius dug into my psyche. I wanted to cry… I think I might have shed a few tears in pitiable self-pity. I reset the computer, and a blue screen appeared with confusing details of the problems; it might as well have been a scientist’s blackboard.

 Desperate, I rang my Neighbour’s doorbell, Malcolm. And apologised for bothering him, explained what had happened and asked if he had any advice.
It didn’t help any, being told that I looked like death. Do I need an ambulance call? Hehehe! I can laugh now. He said; Turn everything off for a couple of minutes, and reboot. That’s what he would have done. Thanked him and went back to the flat.
I was a bit of a mental wreck at this stage. A bag of nerves, depressed, and the innards started aching something awful for some reason, I also felt tired, worn out, not with it, as I do when coming out of a seizure, but I’d not had one. (I think!)

I nervously carried out Malcolm’s suggestion.
Rebooted, and got a different, but just as baffling, blue-screen message.
I sank into a mental depth never visited before. I sat there looking and not understanding what, if anything, to do next, for a good few minutes.
Then, another bluescreen replaced the previous one. After pressing Enter and then F1 as instructed, I got into the computer!
It was afternoon anyway by then, and the usual fatigue came over me. But I could barely keep awake this time. I rechecked that the computer was working and created some content in CorelDraw, Excel, and WordPress to confirm it was working, okay.

I carefully turned it off; I was beyond concentrating anyway by now. I just settled down and fell asleep in the £300 second-hand shop-purchased recliner from 1966, which was causing welts, uncomfortable, non-functional, itch-inspiring, and crumb-containing.
Despite feeling tired, my mind continued to worry about the computer problem. I’ll be well behind, so I’ll have to miss out on a lot of stuff. Try to catch up in the morning. (Now)

I did eventually fall asleep with the aid of the TV adverts. I think I must have been deep-sleeping. Cause when the intercom rang, and I got up to admit the Carer, I was all over the place. I assume I’d had a seizure again while sleeping. The symptoms were the same as when I came out of one. But more severe. I could barely keep my balance and did not get to the intercom in time. Staggered back to the recliner, sat down and instantly fell asleep again. The Carer was shouting in my ear, and I must have been mumbling, not talking, which annoyed her. I reckon I was trying to tell her about my coming out of a seizure, that is why I’m unresponsive at the moment – or did I just think that? I really was in an out-of-it condition.

I assume I had the medications, and I might have asked for some Peptac, although that may have been discussed during the later call made by Carer Mizra.
I sensed the Carer was asking if I wanted an ambulance, but I think she couldn’t understand my mumbling, “Thanks, but no,” which I believe I offered.
Seems that I couldn’t have been looking too good, judging by the Carer and Malcolm’s reactions.

Despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, they are still with me this morning, but less severe. Ah, yes, I remember now, when Carer Mizra arrived to wake me up again, I asked for some Peptac and had a good guzzle, and kept the bottle at the side of the recliner. There was no way I could move to the bed, for I was so confused, drained and tired.

There is every chance that I may have got things mixed up, or wrong. This is the worst coming-out episode ever. I think the computer problems scared and upset me. Take all this with a pinch of salt.

Now I pray the computer lets me in to update this blog. (It did!) And Duodenal Donald & Anne Gyna don’t get upset with all the hassle.

TTFN

Inchie Today: A medically busy A.M. Hectic cleaning up P.M. A bonus Ode!

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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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MAY YOUR DAY GO HAPPILY!
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Photo from 2022.
When things were far less blue!

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Inchy Today: Sunday 27th July 2025

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Carer Ejaz photo’d me smiling,
Depression was temporarily abandoned,
Well, I’d just taken some Amoxicillin,
And as High-Mood-Horis visited…
No fighting with guilt, no wrestling!
No morals to be consulted…
Gone was my fearful worrying,
I felt my balloon was unpierced,
I’d had a poo, a shave & did my ablutioning,
I didn’t feel like grouching or bleating,
Nothing got me miffed or exacerbated!
My contentment almost nearly intumesced,
A mini-seizure was authenticated,
Depression Darius repervaded,
When I cut my finger, making sandwiches,
Ejaz took a photo of me, and we exchanged fripperies,
My  thoughts turned into gallimaufries,
I began to re-hate the oligarchies,
I got pains in my oropharynx…
Mentally fought me psychomachias,
Tomorrow, I’ll give the nurse an embrace!
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.

End car park.

Balcony. 
(Disabled accoutrements room).

Strange cloud formations

Tried to rush getting the blog done so I could watch the England Euro final.

Carer Elaz & I took a photo of each other in the kitchen. Showing the view.
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
I forgot again to ask him to refit a new Catheter pouch. Ejaz emailed the only photo from Wednesday’s Escape to the Dentist Day.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.

Got a meal made and settled to watch the Euro final.
I have to say that Spain had 60% possession of the ball. I fell asleep towards the end of the extra-time period. I woke up to see “England Win The Final”!
I changed to the ITV one+ channel, just in time to see the penalties being taken.
The Lionesess Celebrations followed.
For a while. I would have missed this, but Carer Akeyo woke me up… no, that was Carer Mizra.

The catheter tube is so painful again.
I must ask Carer Ejaz to change the stinking, hurting, grotty contraption for me.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 26th July 2025

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IMPRISONED IN HIS FLAT
Life up in the sky is kind of paradoxical,
Indoors, with natters mental and physical,
Life’s reason, now considered penitential,
Rarely accompanied by anything providential,
Less reality, but more phantasmagorical,
Sex is now an impossibility, no events postcoital,
Ailments, psychiatric and/or psychological,
Depressions, seizures are plethorical,
Cancer, catheter, can’t manually pittle,
Lymphorrhoea, mechanical-ticker, a new pustule,
Body and brain, both now paroxysmal,
Hopes and plans ending up phantasmal,
It’s not easy living as a pseudointellectual,
My face gathering, growing many a pothole,
Dreams, I once had pocketsful…
For me now, surviving is no longer pivotal,
As I hastily grow more pitiable,
Movements of body & mind prove problematical,
Now… where’s my pentobarbital?
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Bad night. Up at 06:00hrs
Nocturnal pouch removed.

Balcony shots taken.
Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.

Brew of tea.
Started the blog update.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!

Photos from the kitchen window.
To the left.
Down to  Citrus Walk parking.

Carer Ejaz called. Medications taken.

Red Cross texted. A technician is coming on Monday to look at the walker and wheelchair.

Iceland delivery,not a lot.
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!

Carers Mizra, Ejaz & Akeyo today.
The day the catheter day-pouch has not been changed this week. I keep forgetting to ask them.
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and

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Inchy Today: Wednesday 23rd July 2025

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WHO IS THIS DESCRIBING?
His tall stories & lies are spinnable,
His oaths and promises are spillable, 
He sees pensioners & farmers as sacrificeable,
Himself as sacral, Holy, and liturgical,
His intended vaguenesses are surreal,
His sausages and hostages could prove problematical,
He is so backhandable, right-wing & corruptable. 
My views, of course, are not scientifical,
As he lied his way into power, I was sceptical.
His lying by omission is all but surgical,
Excellently spiteful, but not sympathetical,
In office, he’s become a supercriminal…
His crimes against humanity are transferential.
His lack of morals rings out indicatively.
He’s ever-ready (not the battery) to be sardonical.
Languages he speaks more than quinquelingual…
Untruths, fibs, lies, treachery, & unbelievable,
Fabrication, devious, distortion, and imaginal,
Hoax, deceit, subterfuge, and hypocritical,
Hot air, nonsense, drivel, hogwash & sanctimonial.
Flannel, falacious, tommy-rot, and tarradiddle,
Deceptive, fallacious, sneaky, and disreputable,
Awkward questions? He begins to quiddle…
This explains the main habits he did accrue.
Just one more clue: His departure is overdue!
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DANGER DAY!
Well, not really. But the angst is already building up at the thought of going out in the wheelchair for the first time. Although this did not happen, after checking the wheelchair, Carer Ejaz was keen to try it out today; he said he had been looking forward to it. I found the right (as you sit in it) wheelchair arm and pole, but it came out too easily. It needed to be erected. Riding on rough ground may knock it out altogether, and I thought it too risky until a Red Cross engineer checked it out. I think they are due on Thursday to do this.
On the visit to take me out, I told Ejaz I’d like to use the 4-wheeled walker. He was okay with this.

The window cleaner came early, but of course, I’d not yet gone out to get some cash to pay him with. He said he’d come again tomorrow, on Thursday. The original date was changed to Wednesday this month. He must have thought I was a dodgy-looking character who might be trying to get out of paying him. Hehehe!

I checked the list of things needed to take with me: Bank Card, keys, camera to buy a new SD card and batteries, and sunglasses in case the sun came out strongly. So, I added the planned route of the tasks required. Ejaz and I are going to the bus stop. We will take the bus to Sherwood. We will use an ATM for cash (It took me two guesses to remember the PIN). We will also call in a shop for an SD card & camera. (This did not happen; Carer Ejaz said he would not have the time if we were going to the dentist.) We went to the Continental shop, and now we have money. I bought some Polish sausages of various types. And some of their green/brown tomatoes from Poland. They were great tasting! Lovely!
We hobbled up the hill in time to get to the dentist for the appointment. It was great having Carer Ejaz with me, getting up the four steps with the walker was a breeze with Ejaz’s assistance. To the receptionist and booked in. I sat searching for the paper list of the things to take and do. I’d left it in the flat. Fancy that!
The Lady came to me asking questions that I could not answer. She and Elaz went into another room, and I heard no more about it. Other than Ejaz telling me when he got back to the waiting room that it would take a little longer, as they didn’t know I couldn’t get up the stairs to my old clinician’s room. This has happened on my last four appointments. I’d have thought this would have been added to my records? 
Later, we were summoned to another surgery. Ejaz was allowed in with me, which was a blessing, because I couldn’t understand what the dentist was saying. Ejaz answered, or told me what she’d asked. She asked me questions as she checked the state of my remaining teeth, and for the sixth time in a row, I wondered if the remaining teeth could be extracted and replaced with false teeth. A negative answer again, this time.
However, she did explain that if I had 8 teeth left that were considered ‘fit for use,’ she is not allowed to remove them all. The new NHS ruling used to be 5 teeth. Starmer passed the verdict to cut costs. So he could later claim that he’d save money.
He’s stolen my fuel allowance, let my rent and electricity prices rise astronomically, and Carer-Costs rise, now, he assured me that will be with me until I die. That won’t be long, cause according to Gypsy Rose Lee, in 1953, she told my Dad; Your son will live to see the end of the world! Dad laughed at the time and moaned about the reading costing 1/3d (5¼p in new money). And, he laughed in her face. Hehe!

It’s a good thing that I still have some of the £599.00 per 100ml toothache pain relief spray.
And part of the bottle of morphine, what’s it… sulphate!
Back to the dentist.
The dentist gave Ejaz a prescription for Durphat 500 toothpaste, and we went to the receptionist to pay our dues and have the prescription validated. I clearly recall that when it came to paying, I handed the cash card nervously over to the Lady, with my hands trembling.

Ejax got me down the four steps with the walker, carefully, bless him. We knew there would be no time left to get the SD card for the camera. Checked the bus timetable at the bus stop, conveniently positioned just outside of my dentist’s. The bus was due in six minutes.

We were back at the flats in no time, 5 minutes.
I showed Ejaz the way through the inner passage link route. Going into Winchester Court, then the link passage into the social room and main entrance, passing ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie’s office. Into the next corridor, which led to the lifts in my Woodthorpe Court Prison block… No, accommodation block.
Up in the lift chatting away, to the 12th floor, into the flat hallway and into my flat.
We had a long job, with Ejaz trying to break down the four-wheeler, and ended up putting them in the corner opposite the door. I’ll try to find a better place for them if I can tomorrow. People can’t get in or out of the door while they are there. I’ll see if I can move them into the balcony, then I can use the four-wheeler to sit on and have a nosey. Hehe!

Tired and weary as I was after the trip out, I made a start on CorelDRAW. To use in this blog. But didn’t have the mental stamina.
So, I planned the day’s meal. I decided on corn, beetroot, green tomatoes on cheesy-topped bread rolls, battered onions, and cut up some of the really tasty Zywiecka Polish Cooked And Dried Pork Sausage.
It was delightful!.
Google, gulp, chew, chomp, suck!
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Tired, weary, but for once Contented!
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Inchy Today: Tuesday 22nd July 2025

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My plans always seem to get waylaid,
The window cleaner cannot be paid…
Because he’s coming on a different day,
I’ve no cash available to pay,
I would have, if he’d come on the usual Thursday,
I’d have got cash on my way to having dentistry,
I was already feeling a little panicky,
Now he’s decided to come on Wednesday,
Carer Ejaz told me yesterday,
Take just the walking stick. We’ll be okay.
Today, “We’ll use the wheelchair”, dearie me!
Departing, ensure the catheter pouch is emptied,
Teeth to be removed, or will they be delayed?
ATM, SD card shop, camera to be batteried…
All on this Wednesday, a heavy workload,
It’ll be a day of fretting, busy and yauld,
I know things will never go as anticipated,
I should accept these whoopsies acquiescingly,
But, I know things will get uptight, aggravatingly.
What will Carer Ejaz decide on, ambulatorily?
A walking stick, wheelchair, or walker for me?
Will I need some Germoloid from the apothecary?
I now approach tomorrow, apprehensively,
I hope that things go with some amicability,
I hope to avoid any seizures, atrocity, or animosity,
The line above rings in vain, and artificiality,
I anticipate acrimony, albeit abstractedly,
I sense the day will end, sorry, & apologetically,
Additionally, abnormally, & accidentally…
Peripheral Neuropathy Pete Leg Dance, an esrapade,
Wednesday, fears, worries, shame will escalate,
Failures, mistakes to arrive in a fusillade,
But my concerns do not fade,
My uncertainty turns into a gallopade,
It’ll be a song & dance, blended with a harlequinade!
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Today was a mess trying to get as much as I could arranged or done in advance for Wednesday’s upcoming Daymare. I anticipate a blogless Wednesday. This one had to be cut short on Wednesday morning. I only got this far with it.
Short but sweet. Haha!

Carers Medical table.

Carer Ejaz wrote down how to use the texting on the new, unwanted, foolishy bought mobile.

The future price depends on how long Herr Starmer remains in charge of HMG.

End Car Park mud slide.
From the balcony.

Wonderful Nature.

View from the computer.

These are tasty!

Afternoon shot from the kitchenette.

Vegetable stew, or casserole?
Either way, it tasted great!.

Oddly, despite worrying about tomorrow’s dentist, bank, and computer shop to get batteries, SD card, Dizzy Dennis, and Lost-Balance-Brenda in attention, High-Mode-Horis was good to me.

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Inchy Today: Sunday 20th July 2025

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ODE TO CONCENTRATION KONRAD
One of my ailments is Konrad Concentration…
Not to be confused with Conrad Constipation,
Although both are ace at obstruction and prohibition,
Konrad, in control of memory blocking & recollection,
Conrad, in charge of my back passage obstruction,
Causing pain, and Haemorrhoid Harold’s bleeding,
Conrad swaps with Trotsky Terence often…
Trotsky guarantees a liquid, pongy evacuation,
It reverses the next day, rock hard, tarnation!
Concentration Konrad does not bring physical trusion.
The hassles that come from Konrad Concentration
Are mental, cognitively, unending, in perpetuation,
My responses can vary, sometimes an epiphenomenon,
A byproduct, physiological, needing explication…
Often bringing on self-expostulation,
I think that Konrad’s affects need explaining,
I see the neurosurgeon re. my upcoming trefination…
Not until November; I’ve no trepidation,
Until then, my brain is forgetting & fragmenting…
Frustrated, self-hating, waiting, with some aggression,
There are times that I’m 100% certain,
That something was done right, then became uncertain,
Change my mind again – mental vociferation,
Did I know, then, how if so? Flashforwarding…
These instances can involve anything,
Appointments, dates, and times – do I get fussbudgeting?
Not knowing leads to self-vilification and condemnation,
I am mentally challenged, FND, or maybe a vaurien?
Three years ago, a psychiatrist mentioned verbigeration,
What does it mean? I looked it up, but I’ve forgotten,
I must do it again. Will I? Here’s hoping,
Last night, I gazed out at the gloaming…
Something weird was beginning,
I left my body and floated up to look back down at me…
I was there, but I looked to be about three,
No more memory of what happened, you see,
Suddenly, I was in the hospital having an angiography,
Then back in the wet room, emptying my pouch of pee!
The door chime chimed, rudely waking me,
I wish an oneirocritic would analyse this for me!

BONUS ODE
If a politician lied, can it be called insinuated?
Or, claim it’s proposed, suggested, even adumbrated, 
Can Starmer’s lies by omission be shrouded? 
I think he should be hanged or guillotined,
He’s a reprobate, immoral, degenerated,
SpecSavers, Arsenal, Sausages & hostagers,
To taking backhanders, he is not averse, 
Robbing, fiddling, killing pensioners, & farmers,
Backhanders? Arsenal, glasses, 
For his wife, designer outfits,
Lord Alli gave £500,000+ to Labour over 20 years,
Corporate box: by Arsenal valued at 8,950 pounds,
 40 sets of free tickets during his time as leader,
£698 of Coldplay tickets in Manchester,
£4,000 of hospitality at a Taylor Swift concert,
Accommodation valued at more than 20,000 pounds, Glasses valued at £2,485 pounds,
£4,475 of discounted personal training sessions,
A free £4,500 holiday to Welsh beauty spots,
£5000+ from various gastronomers,
A suggestion of hidden gifts of beverages!
Wouldn’t surprise me to see MP abscotchalaters,
Keir’s not exactly surrounded by MP artificers,
Or honest, reliable HMG inspectrices,
I hope Starmer doesn’t miss any Arsenal fixtures,
Hope the git doesn’t get any snottier,
I hope he gets even more unpopular,
And meets his own assasinator,
If not, he dies of gonorrhoea.
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Catching up.
That’s that done.

Well, look at this…
YEE-HAA!
Mind you, DDDDD took over again
around teatime. Humph!

05:20hrs: I reluctantly dragged myself, still feeling tired out, from the bed.

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,
but tickling with rain, morning.

Carer Ejaz arrived. Sorted the medications and issued them. Then, the lad performed a body check, applying Cetraben cream to the areas that needed it.
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. 

A few hours on the blog, and the food delivery arrived. I retrieved the bags from where they were left in the foyer, carried them to the kitchen, and put them away. Got some garden peas.

I’ll have a super choice tonight.

I did have a bit of an Accifaupas, though.
I caught the hand wound as I
was putting things in the fridge.
Nothing really, wiped it with a tissue,
and it stopped bleeding.

Carer Mizra called, or was it Carer
Akeyo? I’m going out of it again here.

I took another sky shot.

I’ll have to take a stand-up shave and wash now.
Still can’t have a shower cause of the leg.
Back in a bit. I’ll try to rush it (not the shaving
bit). To get it done before the next Carer call.

All done and eaten!

Carer Mizra did the last call. I performed safety checks in the kitchen and fitted the night catheter bag. The lad looked tired; I was his last call.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 19th July 2025

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Exam results in school, most at the bottom of the list,
In English, I came out top; I tried to be an odeist,
Wrote short stories, subjects ranging from history to a ghost,
By goodbyes were usually Tara, so I’m no linguist,
I often got beat up, they used sticks, boots & fists,
To survive, I had to use guile and feignest,
I didn’t realise it then, but I was a hippophagist,
I didn’t know the name then, but I was an immanentist,
Which made me brave when I went to the dentist,
Over four years, it was my only visit,
Dad pulled my teeth, using his pliers…
Each time, the pain was beyond bounteousness,
If I cried, Dad would get all blasphemous,
He sent me to the gym, amidst the bodybuilders,
Said I should be more sporty, less academical,
I’ve to learn how to box, be pugalistical,
Even then, I found that ironically comical,
The Sportsmaster trained 9-stone Nathaniel,
4-stone soaking wet me? The caretaker, Nigel,
In the first round, I was virtually unhittable!
Mind you, I never managed to hit Nathaniel,
In the second round, punches were exchangeable,
The third round started. Oh, hell!
He caught me with five, and I hit him once; it was painful!
I woke up in the shower,
His punch had too much power…
So shamed, I went home to cower…
The coppers were searching for Mother…
My losing the match didn’t seem to matter…
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A shortie again. The difficulties seem to come at me non-stop, even at weekends.
The plaster on the leg has just been replaced for the fifth time, and I can’t find any more plasters.
I’ll start with the photos I snapped after getting up and nearly falling out of the flipping bed.

The fourth Lymphorrhoea Leslie bloodied plaster, with the tape that I had to use for the third time, cause I can’t find where I put the tape either.

Another mystery this morning.

The left wrist wound was looking likely to improve.
Carer Ejaz titivated it a bit later.

I received a phone call on the landline. The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant apologised for not calling yesterday. I also received a text message. She will be phoning on Monday and will email the questionnaire for me to fill in. Or was this yesterday? I sense I’ve written this before.
This Premorbid Cognitive Impairment that they have rediagnosed for me is worse than what they said before, Dementia Doreen was. I swear!

As for next week’s events;
As the Carer is unavailable on Wednesday due to accompanying me to the dentist, no laundry can be done, and the kitchen & wetroom cannot be cleaned and mopped. And no help with the finances or Emails can be had. Bearing in mind that Monday & Tuesday will be busier and more hectic than ever, I won’t be in any condition to go to the dentist on Wednesday…
I’m a smidge nervous for next week.
Poor silly-old-sausage!
I’ve just ordered some sausages to arrive next week… Guess what day the cheaper delivery day is? Yes, Wednesday evening!
I hope that I can get the blog done, but anticipate that I’ll have to give up for a few days. I’ll never catch up again, anyway.
Worra Life!
Still, I must not complain; many are worse off than I am, who have things more severe than I do.
I apologise for moaning. Bless you all.

Early snap taken of the early morning view, with  Kodak Tim 2.

Oh, by the way, I had a repeat of the below four times this Saturday.

I’m still hoping… 
Lots of unexpected, no-warning
blasts from the rear-end. Hehehe!

The front junk room, which will only get worse next week without the Carers’ help, depressed me.

Another mystery photo I found on
the SD card. It might be a badly
taken shot of the bed. But why?

The mudslide is coming on again.

I got the chips out ready for later.

Carer Aheo did the second short call.
Carer Mizra called for the third medication. The lad put a new plaster on the leg injury. He also found the medical tape and wrapped some around the plaster. Thanks, Mirza!

I’m off to make a meal now.
Try to get it eaten before the Carer arrives.
It might be Carer Ejaz.

More to follow… Not a lot…

Inchy Today: Friday 18th July 2025

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Ponder the nature of the beast, at its best.
Disposition, personality, temperament, avidest…
It’s bodgiest, boggiest, boldest, bolshiest,
Briefest, brightest, briskest, bristliest,
Crookedest, crossest, crudest, cruellest,
Care needed to identify its cunningest,
You’ll be obliged to despise and detest,
Identify his traits, lies and falseness,
Gracelessness, gimmickiest, at his glibbest,
At his dishonestest, sneakiest, & sleeziest,
Danger in this concealed recreantest,
Dangerous at his dorkiest, this dweebiest!
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A bit darker.

Oddly blue morning sky.

The calendar clock changed.

Worth mentioning (just about);
1. Blood-Test Appointment arrived on Monday.
2. A Community Nurse visited and put on new plaster for Lymphoedema Leslie on the leg. Said she would be back on Monday or Tuesday to check it.
3: Ten minutes later, the plaster on Lymphoedema Leslie’s leg fell off.
4: Carer Mirza, put another plaster on Lymphoedema Leslie’s leg for me.
5: Ten minutes later, the plaster on Lymphoedema Leslie’s leg fell of again.
6: I got the old plaster back on and wound tape over the top of it.
7: Carer Ejaz did a body check, and ointmentated the wound on my left hand.
8: Text message from the Red Cross, a technician will be calling next Tuesday. I think it will be about the wheelchair? Just guessing here.
9. Email referring to the neurology surgery clinic: they will be sending an assessment logistics form to be filled in and returned, and confirming the November appointment at the Neurologic Clinic, 1st floor, Leengate Clinic. They recommend bringing a Carer along with me. 
10. Email from the Dentist, with the usual threats of financial loss and charges if I fail to attend next Thursday’s appointment, or am late arriving. They also suggested I bring a Carer with me.
11. I found I had run out of money. I need to speak with Carer Ejaz to see if I can stop by an ATM on the way to the dentist. This means we won’t have time to do the laundry, cleaning, or financial checks. I anticipate getting into a mess next week with no clean clothing, and even filthier flat to live in, and a call from the bank manager.
12. Aha! A good one! Carer Mizra has got the ringtones on the new phone to change! Much louder. I can hear when anyone calls, now!

Food Prepping!
Hehehe!
Very Tasty!

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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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