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It’s genuinely difficult to write this little overview,
And wanted to write it in rhyme, too!
I’m not going to start moaning… I’ll try not to…
Naturally, I can’t promise you,
My brain used to act as an autocue…
Now, Wednesday, I’ve another brain scan due,
Dementia Doreen has me as a detenue & détenu,
It’s difficultest to maintain logic & virtue,
There is no point now in taking any long view…
It’s a battle to wash, dress, and take a poor!
Whatever can I do?
I try to stay witty and not feel blue…
Price rises in rent, electricity, & food accrue,
Bad enough, but now the mind does miscue,
The eyes give me misty, mottled view…
The catheter pain, pouch replacement is overdue…
Without help, I can’t get on a sock or shoe!
Taking too many tumbles. walk into doors too!
Deafness worsening will continue…
But I’ll not give in, I promise you!
When I see St Peter and his gate crew…
There’s going to be a right hullabaloo!
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Sorry not have much on today; time beat me again…
This is the punch, one hour after emptying it. Not a lot?
Gloomy morning.
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Potatoes were put in the slow cooker and forgotten about again.
I can use them on Monday?
Email from Manor Laboratories in the USA. The Time-Machine Professor Billum and HRH Lisa-Petal, are going to ring me again: Bless them! ♥
Being a logical Scientist, Billum asked which time would be bestest to make the call. I checked on next week’s calendar and sent a copy to the Manor. It was early Morning when I found this, hope I got it right.
Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight.
Still, I’ve done worserer ones. Tsk!
The ‘In’s & Out’s of it’ continued today.
I think I had many more than yesterday.
Which resulted in dozens of mini-mind-blanks.
As for recalling what I was doing… well?
Gotten Himmel!
I think it looked worse than what it was. The light shining on the masculine, jealous-making to others, postmarked scarred, blotchy right leg makes the blood in the bag seem darker than it really is. No? .
The pouch seemed ready to explode as well.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles.
I gave this a Taste Rating of 7.4/10. Not bad at all.
Sweet Morpheus was not keen on helping me again, and I ended up putting the TV on, that usually guarantees me nodding off. Well, it did this time… But unfortunately, it took a couple of hours longer than usual
Evening, all!
Well, Morning all then. Hehe!
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Pity about yesterday’s little glitch. We could have had
Morning snaps from the Kitchenette
Local swelling.
New potatoes cooked in the crock-pot, then
, added the night catheter.
This was his last call of the day. And he wanted to get home.
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02:30hrs: Woke up for the umpteenth time, but not with 
, but the need for the 
And what a change in style this morning it was! I got seated on the throne and knew it would be advisable to get the crossword book out. Nothing was moving, yet the tummy told me there was a dollop needing to be evacuated.
was in command of things, and he was not going to be rushed. I actually got a few clues answered as I waited for the action to begin. I thought it was comical when it did burst out… all of it in seconds, a blessed relief from the travel pains, followed by multiple plop-plopping sounds. And it was all over. No bleeding, no mess! I am not sure if the released product reminded me of hazelnuts or chocolate peanuts, but fell for the nuts cause they were harder. The WC needed only one flush to clear the contents away, and I felt rather good; I expected things to be more painful, messier and take much longer. No help or urging from me was needed at all. However, having been fooled before, 
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Tackled then. 
After my first two nicks, I got out two new razors and dished the old ones – But No, I found out later I hadn’t! What I did was throw the new razors into the waste bin and carry on shaving using the duff old ones! 
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Followed in the medicalisationing activities.
Had to conserve the Germoloid cream for
. I forgot to get another tube when I went to the pharmacy on 
Tuesday. Yes, I swore at myself rancorously! 
I was so close to taking a Galpharm capsule in mistake for a Senna to help free 
That could have been a right pickle and mess I’d put myself into again! 
A genuine bit of good luck that I realised in time! 
But, of course, my smugness was short-lived. Putting the olive oil in, I somehow squeezed the rubber, and the oil flowed, I dropped the slippery bottle, and it landed with perfect precision: right on my left foot’s 
. It made me jump a smidgeon. Of course, I took it all in my stride, grinned and laughed off the agony. 
and I dropped tube, and totally without thinking, I bent down to pick it up 
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, but around, the back of the rib cage. At first, I thought I must have banged something when I took the tumble on whatever day it was. But Carer whatshername could see no bruising.
had given many more bouts of the shakes this morning than she did all of last week?
Went on WordPress Reader. But it wouldn’t give me access to some sites?
Here are the early morning photographs from the kitchen. I nearly forgot them. Tsk!
Had to keep going for wee-wees regularly throughout the day.
I think Herbert must be going out today. Mayhap delivering some of the steam-powered toy trains to the kids at the school? All quiet now!
A photo of the half-eaten meal of the day is here on the right. Vegan bacon, tomatoes, Potato Rostis,
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that kicked off as I started digesting this feast of flavour, I still enjoyed it muchly. Flavour Rating: 8.8/10!
arrived at 22:10hrs. I recall the g
Got off back to sleep, but this time it was full of the usual repeated, regular pullulating jerking awake with the twitching right shoulder, and often knocking something off of the ottoman as the limbs flail! That’s not right, is it? I did tell the Doctor about this. The response I got was an odd down-the-nose look that said to me: “The man’s potty!” followed by, let me know if it gets worse
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were not getting messages through to the brain, which kept up the after-dribbling going for more than ten minutes at least. Eventually, it stopped.
The fog was lingering outside, and I took this blue-hued morning shot of the view. I’ve now forgotten the word I was about to use to describe it. Humph!
Then, after another wee-wee, I got the Health Checks done.
arrived. Always nice to see him, even when he is yawning; Haha! But he wasn’t this morning.
The DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) nurse, Hristina, arrived.
When Tina left, I did it again, and I lost a couple of hours altogether. But am pretty sure I was working on CorelDraw… of course, when I say pretty sure… 
The doctors’ surgery rang with an updated Warfarin dosage. INR level is now 4.6, dangerously high. The man asked if I was taking the correct dosages, I told them the Carers take care of that nowadays, so it should be right
I made a list of the new dosages and planned to put it in the Carers folder, but didn’t. (Dementia Doreen and a mind-blank?)
An odd-looking meal this one was.
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The tube of Hydrocortisone cream in the wet room was virtually empty. So I nipped to the medicine drawer in the kitchen and got another tube.
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than I already knew I was!
Took some photographicalisations of the beautiful, if cold morning views from the kitchenette window.
, I’m glad to report.
I got the growths coming from the new potatoes removed and got them in the crock-pot.
ready to use later.
Arrived, by which time my mind was all over the place. Got the medications done, had a natter, and he took the waste bags with him to the chute for me.
Not the foggiest idea what happened over the next few hours.
But I had done some work on this blog as the brain re-engaged.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed. She took the biscuits from the giant shortcake box and found some tubs to put half of them in, leaving the other bag unopened.
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are worrying. I believe they are getting to me more and more. What if something important was said or arranged during the sessions? 
Yet, I felt pretty fair when I last woke up. And got myself a meal made, although scarily, I do not remember actually cooking it. The photo of the meal triggered memories of enjoying it – feet up on a chair, tray on my knees… Oh, dear! I even found a score for the flavour rating in the pad. 802/10!
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As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!
Difficult to apprehend, I know. A man earning now, $26.8 million a year, plus bonus and shares, who buys Virgin Media from Mr Branson for so many billion. 24 billion, I think it was
I thought the wee-weeing was bad now, but little did I know what was waiting for me overnight!
