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Why does life go so dysfunctionally?
It’s worse when you get over eighty!
Things were once easy and elementary,
Just waking up is a struggle daily,
It’s hard work, hiding your docility,
Losing all of little in the first-place divinity,
You may keep some social logicality,
But relying on others benignancy,
You’ll no longer act condemnatorily,
Deprecatorily, reproachfully, harshly,
Limbs stop working, physically,
The brain torments you mentally,
Cataract or Glaucoma visually,
Catheter bag hanging on your knee,
Diabetes, & Peripheral Neuropathy?
Seizures, some short, some prolifically,
Allergies that send you psychedelically,
You decide to fight these, purposefully,
But not pseudo-scientifically,
You’ll try visionary things, quixotically…
You failures you accept quotidianly,
They put you in a bit of a quandary,
But you try again quintessentially,
You pray, beg, & hope for a qualificatory…
For a way to live again, more painlessly,
More reliably, more competently,
To find joy again, sociality…
The cartilage gives way on your knee,
You seek assistance medically…
Soon back home, having a mug of tea,
Crutches, walkers, some get them free,
If you’ve too much cash, quintessentially,
Then free ones will be only visionary,
Oh, to live life rambunctiously,
More importantly, it’s hassle-free,
Then, the bill arrives for your electricity,
The rent goes up heartlessly…
Food prices rise pitilessly,
No time for theory, with things pecuniary,
But ageing, ever-fading, irreversibly…
Life in the UK is now recessionary,
Oligarchs reacting unsympathetically,
HMG treats farmers, pensioners cruelly,
Scoffing at their voters, insensitively,
You youngsters must act rebelliously,
We oldies at best see HMG resentfully,
You must declare HMG’s risibility,
We’ll never see the end of war & poverty,
Murder, killing, greed or rapacity,
Look down from heaven or hell, happily…
Enjoy the long-awaited doomsday,
The end of the world? A catastrophe?
You’ll join us in Hell if there’s the capacity!
Voters have got to show more audacity,,
I dream of being able to again wee-wee,
By this, I mean, when I to, manually,
Be free of seizures and myelopathy,
Diabetic diabetes, not be so moody,
The depressions would leave me be,
Arthur Itis, & fungal-lesions go away,
My cartilages could work mellifluously,
I’d be freed of feeling minaciously,
To find a computer engineer, mirabiliary,
My hearing returns, miraculously…
My one dream left is to live carefree!
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It was a wickedly frustrating day! Not compared to the last two horrible days, mind you. But the computer toyed with me every time. Precious few photographs got on after the first few did, early in the day. Then freezes, and some fonts have disappeared. I spent so long trying get things to work, but without a lot of luck. I fear the worst, computerwise.
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The best colour ever, a three!
A dour morning.
The sun broke through later, but it wasn’t worth taking any pictures cause of the computer!
Colin Cramps paid a few visits today
(Old photo used again)
Carer Jo did the first call. He was helpful again with the mail. Thanks.
Ahram, the second. He tried to help with the computer problems, which I spent hours and hours trying to sort out. I didn’t!
Early in the afternoon, the weariness came over at its usual time. Then Anne Gyna woke up, and the mini-seizures paid so many short visits.
I made an early meal and took a photo, but I don’t expect it to get to the file somehow.
Hristina, the DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived and took some blood. I do love her.
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I was not feeling too good then.
Made worse again when the seizures kicked off and Ann Gyna joined in. I gave up trying to sort the damnable computer.
Washed the dishes, sat to watch some TV, and blissfully fell asleep around 17:20hrs.
1735hrs, the Carer woke me up.
So tired and in some pain with Anne Gyna roving about my chest, back and neck as if she was taking a hiking holiday over my torso! Haha!
GANNET INCHY!
Peed-off, frustrated, and coping with another Anne Gyna (angina) attack. Deeply depressed and fed up with struggling with the computer and CorelDRAW, I made an earlier-than-usual nosh. In the morning, it took me well over two hours to upload this one photo; the other six would not save to file! Grrr!
Beef & onion in gravy, with colcannon mashed potatoes and carrots, with the last of the milk roll sliced bread used to dunk in the gravy.
GORGEOUS!
I dined well, and Anne Gyna appreciated the stomach being filled cause she calmed down a lot!
Two hours later, after the Carer had been and gone, Anne Gyna began to worsen again. What did I think would be a good idea? To eat more!
Understand the pain that caused me to gobble up a full giant pouch of Cheez-It nibbles with cashew nuts, pecan and pistachio nuts in between! I think mayhap, 
may have helped me was scoffed away in between falling asleep and being woken by 
with more venom than normally used on me. I think I ate some nibble or other after each enforced-waking-up.
I could not get back to sleep this time. So, I put the TV on, and there were two back-to-back episodes just starting. I would guess that I must have nodded of for a few minutes what seemed like every few minutes. The jerking back to wakefulness was not hindered by this time, though.
Because 
I was enjoying myself so much again, that was the reason for my awakening! Right neck, jaws, left high chest, centre chest, left rib cage, lower chest, throat, back to the left neck… On and on. If her domain is my body, I think she must have taken a world cruise to issue her stabbings this time. Haha! Still, on the plus side, the 
steadied up, and I had few overnight.
It might be worth me remembering that. Do you think that when the 
come thick and fast, it might be an idea for me to eat a lot? Hahaha! It seemed to keep her calm tonight!
After missing most of the Heartbeat programmes through the mini-nod-offs, the food, the healthy and the naughty, had travelled down and through the 
pipeworks, and I needed to utilise the 
for a second time today. It may have been my uncontrolable hunger and scoffing so much that caused 
to be in total control of the proceedings. No doubt about it, it was the messiest mess for a long time. Maybe months!
I cleaned up myself and the Porcelain, during which an almost forgotten-about ailment accifauxpas took place. I 
! Another rarity, I don’t think I’ve given myself a toe-stubbing for weeks now. Well, it’s a bit of variety for me. Hah-Ha!
With the minor kerfuffling and toe-stubbing, I was glad to get into the hospital bed. But the vague sleep that I was getting earlier, did not want to know. I still felt tired and weary but could not nod off for hours. When I did, it was back to the shooting awake with a jerk. I think I might be that jerk. Hee-hee! But it was good that after that, each time I woke, I got back to sleep easily enough.
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My memory has been slowly macilated,
Naturally, it cannot be modified,
My neurosurgeon tried…
That was much appreciated,
My memory then abscinded,
It’s new stuff can’t be remembered,
What bit can that is usually aberrated,
But old things are not abrogated,
When Grizelda and I mated…
The memory is now well dated,
But as clear, but abrogated…
As any bloke who’s been cathetered,
Such memories can get you castrated!
Fellow Foley-catheter-wearing men will painfully understand wot I mean! Haha!Â
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This one was in a big, big order.
The fridge was filled.
Back to the blogging
They were kicked off, and now, five hours later, they are still with me! Fortunately, they have all been short ones up to now. Enough to break the already near-absent concentration, though.
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Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. â‘ To limit hair loss. â‘¡ To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. â‘¢ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. â‘£ To treat iron deficiency & anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors. 
I tried again.
to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) 
It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me
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gave way. Which I think was a good thing, for them to see what I have to go through daily? Both were very understanding and patient. I think we agreed on some actions to be taken to get me more help, but am not sure what. A possible cooker that could not catch fire, I believe was spoken about. Assistance with travelling to and from medical visits. Many other things were discussed. But 
seems to think it best if I cannot recall them all now. But as usual, some things stick with me, and others fade quickly. A vague help with washing and dressing lingers in the brain, but, of course, I could be wrong. Doing this ode makes me realise that my spending so much money on Grammarly saves many errors, not all of them, but I think most of them are still being made & missed by me. 
I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits.
Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid.
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And, I found…
A new best one for me pleasure.
Balcony views parade! End car park…
A close-up of the almost a puddle!
The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange.
Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling…
Blinking Heck!
in the oven, with some…
Pickled green tomato salad…
And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?
I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. 
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When I returned to the computer… 
I deleted the Bitmap..
I awoke after another lousy night of odd dreams (Hence today’s Ode). Unaware of the upcoming disasters! I got the nocturnal Catheter pouch off, and as 
seems usual lately, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. 
cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Noticing the six empty packets of Cheese Curls in the bin near the ottoman. I know I have 
many problems, 
but surely I should remember eating all those darned nibbles nocturnally? The mess of crumbs in the quilt cover and on the floor made me madder 
than ever with my nighttime feasting! What? 
I took a shot of the morning view. But it was not a very good one again.
Oh, dearie me! Trotsky was bad to his worst, or best, whichever way you look at it. I can’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through in the last few days!
I got the computer going and was still in semi-hopeful mode, hoping to get a move on with my blogging, which I was far behind with anyway. Got another photograph taken as the sky out there 
turned to a beautiful blue hue. I thought things were going so well with the CorelDrawing. Humph! I w
shot.
again: It was not until the pains from the bladder told me, that I realised I’d let the day pouch overfill, and it had backed up
consuming cleaning-up job! 
leave this flat to go into the care home, I’m so going to miss the views.I did my best to concentrate on the blog, but for some reason, I struggled. I spent far too long making 
corrections… well, making errors too, of course! Then a bit of excitement. I spotted what looked like a fire in the distance in Sherwood or 
Basford. I could see the blue lights, presumably from the fire engines. So fetched my 
It looked to be clean smoke coming from somewhere.
Got a decent photo of the brown stuff here. Nothing on the local news about any fire later on?
 
Closing the window after taking the photos, I knocked over the kitchen’s knife block of off the window ledge.
Only a smidgeon of bleeding, which was soon stopped when I splashed on some Brut aftershave on both fingers.
Made a start on the blogging yet again, but was feeling a little depressed suddenly. 
pictures of it. 
A couple of hours later, I’d got the CorelDraw graphic redone. Carer Kimberley arrived, and that cheered me up. As she left, I took some 
more shots of the evening sky. The clouds had broken up. Letting the dying sun through. 
not particularly good photographs. The colour itself was unique to me.
This last one on the right shows how quickly the cloud reappeared and the sun sank behind the horizon.
Monday: I’m back. I got the fodder sorted out. 
I got the spuds from the crock pot, dried them off, burnt them and cut a finger, then got the unskinned spuds bashed up in a mixing bowl. Add liquid sea salt, a sprinkle of basil, and a drop of blood from the finger, and put it into the oven for an hour or so to hopefully brown off.
As the potato was nearly burnt enough for my tastes, I put some Walls sausages into the new red microwave cook pot for two minutes. Then put the disposable foil dish with the burnt nicely spuds & cheese onto the tray, and I added the sausages, two ready-sliced cobs, a pot of sauce dip, and a tub of lemon mousse. 
As tired as I was, and believe me, I felt drained, and sure that Sweet Morpheus would be no bother tonight. Huh! Was I wrong! (Yes, I was!)
imitation-life time, was spent dozing and waking up again. I resisted the temptation to get up for about an hour or so, still feeling physically drained.
. With a decent flow this time, so was forced to get up, clean things up, and get fresh PPs on again. Worra Night! Why was the night so broken, sleep-wise, with no dreams, nightmares or even any 
hassle?
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who put the 
on for me; I thought he had done an excellent job. But the left one came undone, and I all but took a tumble, treading onto the flapping bit with the Teflon. Bloody good job, I didn’t cause I’d be stuck on the floor waiting until the next carer’s call! Phew! Bit of luck there!
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
. I should have read the signs of foreboding, really, with all my experience of cock-ups and 
. As I raised my gargantuan bellied mass up onto my poorly damaged legs, the Nocturnal Nibbling signs, 
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
began.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
I can recall them all. 
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I forgot to ask the Carer to put the night pouch on.
Morning view ahead.
Morning view to the left.
First mug of tea – went cold.
Asda order. 5 Not items available
Short-dated on some items.
Ah, nibbles & treats for Inchy!
It’s been raining again, and it still is!
Hello, Inchy is looking pleased?
All sorted leg & ankle-wise.
Delivery! Some nocturnal 
pouches were delivered for me. Thank you!
Specialist Asda ready-broken, already expensive, gone up-in-price bikkies were dunked in Glengettie tea. Note the self-control in not overeating?
Early evening view.
Nosh of the day.
Very nice, too! Slurp, belch!
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Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the
, gallons of water, to keep refilling the 
, and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… 
arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the 
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
Down Only Seven Times today!
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Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Eventually, I stopped counting them.
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, smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before 
which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, 
, for about $234 billion!
RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Potatoes with sea salt added.
Balcony shot of the end car park.
It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The tree copse.
East end of the car park.
Back inside from the balcony.
Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them?
Added some beef flavouring.
Stirred it in…
Then, I added some gorgeous tasting…
to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to 
Made a brew and left it warming up gently.
Starting to eat the not good looking home-made 
The sky looked worth photoing.
The b
dropping down the leg…
It looked like wind more than liquid?
Checked the taps and stove.
in one hand, and 
in t’other!
I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.
I dropped both 
and the 
tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started 
, I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC. 
To stop the bleeding from 
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bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind? 
Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on.
Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… 
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REPEATEDLY
IT IS NOW $26m!
And the face & cheek to put advertisements like this on the TV?
For some reason, the flat seemed very lonely as I responded to the need for the 
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was still in charge of the innards.
and 
in unison. 
Grossly unfortunate with the timing. 
on the seat leg
Were belatedly carried out.
It had to happen, of course. or else whatever would I do with no Mr Fires and Liberty-Global oligarchs to hate?
This time it was down for ages.
I took this photo while cursing, swearing and waiting for the reset box to work again.
Car parking for Billum at The Manor Laboratories.
I missed this one, sorry. Took it earlier in the morning.
Changing colours over the 15 minutes or so.
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Bloody heck! Well, in the pouch!.
Guess who burnt his already burned knuckle?
Carer Sam and Carollyne had been and gone.
. Where I spent the next hour or so in 
It was very nice.
Blimey, she was still giving it a go!
A decent nosh made. Nowt to get excited about
But the vegan ice cream for afters was brilliant!