Diabetes insipidus – Page 12

Inchie: Wed 19th Nov 25

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My problems continue to be compounded,
But on this subject, I’m not particularly confused,
For my abilities have been commandeered,
I knew this was coming; I’ve long feared,
But there is no way this can be repaired,
Tasks, dreams, & wants cannot be completed,
Failure has to be conceded, accepted…
Although the causes are comprehended,
Problem-solving gets my brain circumvolved,
My balance gets hazy, giddy, circumlocuted,
Dark Dank Depression Darius is generated,
Self-pity can often be provoked, expedited,
Offers of help fail, after being countenanced,
Carer Ejaz today, really-really helped…
He got me an appointment in Sherwood,
He’s cheeky, but such a lovely lad,
They’ve cut his calls down. I was so sad,
Today, once again, he made me glad,
Suddenly, things don’t feel quite as bad!
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05:40: I remembered to do the balance exercises this morning. Honestly! First time in days, Hehe!
Got the nocturnal pouch off, and while emptying it, the need for an evacuation arose. I should think it took me at most 60 seconds to get seated, and Pwhor!
An Irish stew-like torrential burst of semi-liquid shot out as if it were nuclear-powered! Well, it was all over in seconds, ten at most! That was a bit of luck. If I’d been in the kitchen, I’d never have made it in time!

Off to the kitchen…
I’d left the bloody hot tap running all night again!
Good news, remembering the balance routine. Then, my being close enough to avert a Porvelain Throne embarrassment in the wet room. Now bad in the kitchen. Do you realise I’ve had more good than bad luck this morning? !

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took three photographicalistions with my Kodak Tim 2 camera from the kitchenette window, of the dark, rainy view it beheld. The first one was not a good one at all, of the front car park. I tried again and made an even worse job of it. However, this did not stop me from making another effort, determined to get one passable photo out of the session. Well, it wasn’t going to challenge Savis Bailey’s reputation, Haha! But it was a smidge improved on the first two, I think.

I got the Health Checks sorted. Then I got the results put into the NHS graph thingamajig. It was nerve-racking how long it took to open Excel!

Carer Manpreet arrived. She sorted the medications and wanted to do a body check, cleaning, and foaming, but I explained that I have not had a shorter shave or wash yet, due to my newfound ability to keep leaving the hot tap running in the kitchen, daily!
Manpreet checked the HC figures; I’d got one wrong again. Good Luck 2 – Crap-Luck 6. That soon changed the odds. As Manpreet was leaving, the forgotten about Ocado order arrived.
Manpreet took the bags into the kitchen for me, which was very welcome and appreciated.

Some treats for the old man had come. Biscuits were Scottish Shortcakes. Cheesy curls and onion rings were put in the main junk-computer room for ease of access to nibble. He-he!
Jason’s sourdough rolls. Cheesy-topped rolls. Tucks, cheese & caramelised. Freshly cooked beetroot and cooked Polish Kielbasa sausages, and several bottles of Spring water.

On with the blogging at long last. I was titivating a CorelDraw graphic, and…
The computer froze! I was depressed instantly! I pondered over what had caused this for a while, and soon realised the only answer, not a cure, was to turn it all off at the power. I crossed fingers, and did. I waited for a few minutes and took another photo from the kitchen window. The first one of the slower-melting snow in the field.
Then one of the front car park for the third time. This one came out clearer. But it was a lot lighter, so I expected a better job.
Then I went back to the computer and turned it on.
I think the photos were taken out of fear or frustration, at least as a way to forget or hide the problem.
The computer came on all right. I temporarily changed some details in the Excel graph, changed them back, and the programme saved each one. So far, so good. Then I opened CorelDraw.
WHAT A PICKLE!
It started to load; it’s always been a slow job. When, as usual, CorwlDraw opened the last-edited page, I got so many error messages. I was bamboozled.
I was still trying to sort out the problems (over an hour lost so far), and Carer Misra arrived. He checked the second HC figures for me. Peptac and a painkiller were given. While he was here, the door chime rang out, and Carer Ejaz came in to do a more extended visit. Now I was getting more muddled than ever. Nizra was thanked, and he departed. Ejaz took the laundry down and got it in the washer.

Ejaz returned and took up the task of calling Virgin Media. Oh, no, first helped and guided me through an email they sent me yesterday evening. We had to change the password and merge details with my EE account. That took ages, but worked nicely thanks to Ejaz’s input.

Then, as he saw how I was struggling to see correctly, Ejaz suggested I ring the Doctor to get a referral for the EENT department to see about my worsening Glaucoma. Good idea. He called them and spoke with the patient assessor for some time. Handed me the landline handset to answer the bloke’s questions, he sounded as usual, uptight, short and sharp in speech.
I was starting my reply…
AND THE LINE CLUNKED AS HE CUT ME OFF!
As Ejaz and I spoke of the problem, Ejaz decided to ring the EENT directly. We got the number from the web. No answer. As we chatted further, I remembered that it was not the Doctor who referred me to the EENT over my Cataracts, it was the optician!
I got the same Sherwood optician’s number, and Ejaz rang them to ask for an appointment on a Wednesday, then he could go with me. After a short phone call, he declared that he’d got an appointment for me at 12:20hrs next Wednesday, 26th November.
Thank heavens for Ejaz! The lad went down to collect the laundry, returned with it, and hung it up for me. He’d looked after me well today with the appointment making. Thanks, lad!

The only issue is that no cleaning was done. No paperwork done. And no date checking. Not Ejaz’s fault, did a great job, but ran out of time. I’ve begged the social to give me more Carer time, but no.
Next week, nothing will get cleaned either, as we are going out to the opticians!
This place is going to be in a right mess.
Still, I am delighted to get to the opticians, and hope he can refer me to the EENT to get the left eye sorted. Lefty is so faded and blurry that I can’t really use it. I was thinking of getting an eye pad. Does anyone have any advice out there, please?
There’s no doubt that if he does pass me on, it will be a long wait. Can’t be helped. A bit like me. That’s not true. Ejaz & Mizra do their best and are pleasant with it. But Ejaz is only doing one call at night every day, except Wednesday, which is making things difficult. To put things in perspective.

After Ejaz rushed off, I went to make a brew of tea. I must get around to seeing if the computer will work again yet.
That’s how late it is!

Carer Ahram did the late call.
Ejaz might do the night call.

I got back on the computer.
It took me ages and a lot of tweaking to get CorelDraw to load the last graphic used. I had to move files around into a less heavily used folder, so many that I can’t remember where for next time this happens.
I loaded eventually, but it would not save. I had to search for CDR files and delete some to get it to save, but it isn’t working at the moment.
I used CCleaner and then Norton to clear more, hoping I haven’t buggered something up and that it won’t start in the morning.

Highly satisfactory!

I’ve had successes today, thanks to the Carers, particularly Ejaz, with appointments obtained.
But plenty of failures.
FED UP!

TTFNski

Inchie: Tues 18 Nov 25

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I dream of good health,
And a bit of wealth,
I don’t want a gold delf,
But my mind’s full of unwanted cultch,
In deciding anything, I’m a bit of a drench…
My dreams often produce their own stench,
I’ve lived in a lonely shell, wittwontenish,
With only myself to loathe and fratch,
Confidence & contentment I couldn’t catch,
I got no benefits, praise or backseesh,
No pets allowed, no cat, no dog, no fitch,
Stuck indoors, am I bothered? Very much,
My problems are many, and not picayunish.
No more moaning, I’m sick of doing it,
I’d like to travel and seek out the Sasquatch…
Go to the coast, and sit on the beach,
I’m going to stop being so poltroonish…
Try to stop acting paganish,
One more thing I would rather wish,
To see Starmer impeached!
I’ve lost the Ode’s plot again. Sheesh!
Let’s all pray for world peace.
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Up at 05:25hrs. Night pouch removed, and into the kitchen to check taps, cooker, fridge doors, etc.
Pleased with the photo I took this morning. It was an incredible blue sky up there this morning. I could hear emergency services sirens.
Of to the for an evacuation. Things started to move, then froze solid! A tiny section of the torpedo that had begun to escape practically had to be chipped away. Hahaha! Rock solid! I’ll ask for a Senna when the Carer calls later on.

Back to the kitchenette, and got the kaghoule hand-washed in the sink. It was a wick job, cause this one is made with fragile, thin material, cotton, I think. It’s comfy, but in winter it’s a bit cold to wear without a dressing gown. I hung it up to dry on the wet-room shower rail. Then I got a heavier black one with a kangaroo pocket to use after the scrub-wash, brush-up, shave & medicating were completed. Which went well!

No cuts, shaving. The teeth bled, of course, as did the gums. No droppages… although for the rest of the day, I was dropping so many things, I swore at myself.
The medications I could reach to use, apart from the fingal lesion cream, went well and were not painful at all. The lesion always hurts. The nasal & eyes were sprayed, then the ears were done last.
Got perfumed and dressed. All but had a tumble getting the protection pants on, but didn’t go over. Then off to the main junk room and into the bacony to take a couple of photographs. The first one of the dead end beyond the car park. The puddle of soil
had well-filled the end parking zone again. As I turned to get back into the flat, I twisted , but the pain was far less than it had been on previous occasions. Was this going to be a better day? Will Batman & Robin… Hehe!

I carried out the first BP checks and recorded them on the whiteboard to go on the computer later. Then made a brew of Typhoo extra-strong tea and had a couple of bikkies dunked and eaten. When I say a couple… Hehehe!

I got to the door, and nobody was there. As I was closing the door, I espied a small parcel on the floor outside. It was some ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics. I’m glad they sent them, just in case.

I got on the computer, and Carer Maapreet arrived. No doorbell pushed. Didn’t know she was in the flat until she came into the room. I greeted her. After clocking in on her mobile, she set out to get the medications readied. I took them, and she checked the BP figures on the NHS site. I’d made one error. Tsk! Then Manpreet got some Phorpain, well, it’s another name now, but the same thing, just not strong enough, only 10%, not the usual 20%… which also had gone down from 30%.
It’s called Ibugel Forte, now. Massaged my lower back with it. Then both knees, Next, as she did a full body check, got barrier cream under the arms, man breasts and the right wrist. Bless her.

When Manpreet left, I went to try the Procelain Throne again.
What a session, I struggled to get it going, one giant torpedo finally agonisingly, painfully plopped out… to be followed by a great long-lasting torrent of watery mush!

I started on what was going to be an hour-long session of updating the missing word lists. Huh!
Three hours later, Carer Mirza arrived. Nice to see him. A quick visit. Painkillers and Peptac given.

I went back to the computer to finish off the section I was on. I got carried away again and started the next one. By then, Carer Inhran was coming in.

I hastily got as much as I could on this blog. But it will be morning by the time it’s done.
Hang on, I was supposed to be cutting it down! I’ll get some spuds in the oven, and do the rest in the morning. I am a clot!

I opened the video of the seizure to show a Carer and explain the importance of not shouting or touching me. This is what happened when taking the snaps of it on the computer. (Laugh, I did!)
First effort…
The computer went into sleep mode just as I was pressing the Kodak Tim-2 button.
I tried again…
I forgot to take the flash off! Hehe!
Gave myself a solid halo.
Gorrit!

Later, I went to take a snap of the sunset. But by the time I’d found Kodad Tim-2, I was too late and missed it. Grumph!

I zoomed in to catch the last of the sun as it came around the globe.
The clouds seemed to be thickening.

Then even closer. This snap reminded me of something, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was now. Huh

Carer Ejaz is only doing the late-night call now, apart from the 2-hour Wednesday call. I do miss his help so much.
Polish sausage and potatoes, cubed and roasted, with Leicester cheese dolloped on top of them. Burnt to make the cheese crackly. One of my better cooking efforts. However, all was not good after eating this feast. I went to wash the pots and found I’d left the hot tap running; it had run cold. So I boiled some water in the kettle a few times, and left the pots and dishes to soak overnight, to be done in the morning.
I dropped the walking stick, stupidly bent down to retrieve it, and caught a wallop on the edge of the cabinet. And he had been feeling so much better and easier these last two days. Joined in immediately after the , and is still with me now, Wednesday morning 09:20hrs!
I returned to the computer to shut it down, and as I got seated, an urgent, panicky desire to use the Porcelain Throne arose; I got up and nearly fell down again, thanks to , and hobbled hastily to the wet room. In my haste to get to the porcelain in time, again, I banged poor , this time against the door frame as I was taking off the dressing gown. Multitasking should be taken off of my agenda. On the plus side, I got down on the plastic seat in time, but only just.
was gooey, soft, yet running? Boy, I’m going through the toilet rolls and fresh air sprays! I returned to turn off the computer… again, and did so.

But, with playing me up, getting into the old hospital bed proved too painful. So, I returned to the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
I got the legs up on a chair, and was soon in the land of Nod! Accompanied, unfortunately, by .

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TTFNski!
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Inchie Today: Sunday 16th November 2025

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WELL, MAYBE NOT...
A bruise on my hand kept changing colour…
Pink, red, brown, and then into zaffre,
There was little pain; I did not suffer,
Until I gave myself another,
On the same blooming finger!

I love pigeons, when they bill & coo,
I believe I once saw a bugaboo,
I used to handwrite with a decorative curlicue,
My bank balance is barely worth a flamfew.
My brain today is holding a hullabaloo.

In my younger days, I was an ardent angler,
Despite being bitten one day by a zander,
And slipping and falling into the water,
Now, I suffer from having verbomania,
I fear being buried… of a vivisepulture,
I hoped to see the creatures in Toowoomba,
But I remain a confirmed zoolater…

I realise in the past I’ve been negligent,
Well, I was not known as intelligent,
My mistakes & errors had no intent,
I spent many hours of regret,
Now I’m old; so many I forget!
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0420hrs: I woke up coughing, and my eyes were running… and struggling to contain the rear-end evacuation that was plainly on its escape route of its own accord.

I got the gown undone en route to the wet room and got entangled with the extra-long nocturnal catheter tubing. But, I got to the Throne in time, just!
Another messy whan-bab evacuation that was soggy and sticky. Heck of a job cleaning things up. I thought about doing ablution there and then while I was in the wet room, but decided to give it a while longer until the rotten-egg-like smell, the aroma left by the foul-smelling excrement, had cleared.
I went onto the balcony to see what the end of the car park was like. I think they must be parking to block access like this on purpose? Not that it matters to me. The white car is now parked halfway across the chevrons, with support from a blue van. I imagine they had a valid reason for this fire engine and ambulance blocking tactics. I think I could see a pool of water near the park’s entrance and exit. Maybe the tarmac has become unsafe.

Then, as the rain cleared, I could see that the uphill old gravel path had now been completely tarmacked. I’d love to walk up the hill and come down through the tree copse. But…
It doesn’t seem that long since I was walking that route every day and just loved doing it. Whatever the weather was like. No more!

I returned to the wetroom and started the ablutions. They were going much better than they did yesterday.
The intercom sounded; it was Carer Nisra. Blimey, how time passed. Then, since I only had my PPs on when she arrived, she spotted that my man-breast would benefit from some barrier creaming, my right knee and lower back were given the Photpain Gel treatment, and my right lower keg had its strappings and undersocks taken off, ankle and leg were foamed, socks and straps put back on. Then Nirma sorted and issued the prescription medications to me. And checked the Health Check return figures on Excel for me. I always get a warm glow when Nimra calls. But then some bad news was revealed: she said she is not coming again; she has new clients to see each morning. Well, well, and that was a bit of a blow to my morale. I thanked her for her help & understanding, and bade her farewell. She took the waste bags with her. Wishing her luck, I gave her a mini-hug too. I hope that Ejaz will not be moved. Wonder who will do the morning call. This afternoon, Ejaz didn’t know about the changes. So he might not be doing it. I hope it might be Carer Carer Carer Nimra.
I’d be properly lost if he went.
Went to get the kettle on and took this snap of the front and Chestnut Way car parking in the bays.
I was feeling a little down, but not depressed, just sad, I suppose.
Laid out before me at the kitchen window were hundreds of houses, homes, bungalows: being in my sad mode, I thought of what they were doing. There will be burglars, families at war and in love, students, Bulgarians, Irish, Indians, Pakistanis, Africans, Nigerians, Chinese, Serbians, Welsh, Scots, Poles, Ukrainians, Jews, Hungarians, Jamaicans, Myanmar, Bangladeshi, Palestinians, Libyans, etc, etc out there. Those in need, in pain, missing home, we all have one thing in common.

No idea how long it went on, cause I had no signs that I was drifting off. But it was 17:00hrs when I came back into a world of confusion, dizziness and some loss of balance. And, unusually, I felt so tired, weary, and worn out, which had never lasted more than a few minutes after an episode. But it was enough for me to close the computer and get into bed. I was well in the land of nod, and the Carer arrived and rang the intercom. Ejaz issued the medications, tablets, & Peptac. He’ll rub some Phorpain in for me on his last speed visit.

Nosh Preparation – Consumption & Stomach Ache! Duodenal Donald did activate!
Gobble, slurp, belch!

TTFN

Inchie Today: Monday 17th November 2025

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I’m fated to getting the occasional adumbration,
Like they will not go ahead with my trephination,
But that’s not going to give me any trepidation,
Nor my seizure giving me trips into oblivion,
Not my broken knee, or my fungal lesion…
Toothache Tiffany, or Cramp giving Colin…
My catheter, else my cartilages adumbration,
Glaucoma Gladys, and not to mention…
My bowels fail and non-retention,
Or even my overnight elucubration,
Mainly, the problem is my brain’s fragmentation,
I’m thinking of becoming a futilitarian!
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No question, I’m an excellent forgetter,
And getting worse, not better,
In some ways, I’m a bit of a backslider…
Job not done, cause I don’t remember,
The job I started, when I mentally meander,
Start another, and get all a bluster…
If I get a phone call, seizure or visitor,
Then get asked what to do by a Carer,
Did anyone tell them I had Dementia?
I may go to the kitchen to cook a burger,
Go to the toilet, and, well, bugger!
Come out and start using the Hoover…
Then, back on CorelDraw on the computer,
Then it might freeze, read the brochure…
But can’t see it, due to Gladys’ Glaucoma!
Then I smell the burning veggie-burger…
I swear, curse, become a self-belittler,
In comes a nurse to change the catheter…
Both leg strapping & socks off the Lymphorrhea,
We have a laugh, I hold this as dear…
Off she goes, leaving me feeling sadder,
To the wetroom to empty the catheter,
I immediately saw another Inchie blunder…
I’d left the tap running, the hot water,
Now it could not have run colder!
I got even angrier and bolshier…
Leaving, I hit the doorframe with my shoulder!
Depression Darius Dawned, oh, super!
I should write a book, could be a bestseller?
Under fiction, although true, do I care?
Near blind in my left eye, right one’s clear,
The left one’s view is cloudy and foggier,
I’ll have to inform the Doctor…
Get my eyes examined…
But each call, it’s a different Carer,
On the phone, it is hard for me to hear,
Ejaz & Nimra have been nowhere near,
When they were assured to appear…
They made life that little bit chirpier,
Talking to the new Carer,
I detected signs of dyslexia,
Suppose because I was disconcerted,
I had to tell him he’d undermedicated,
The Warfarin, I grabbed & imbibed,
How bad today was cannot be described.
It made me think I had cacodemonomania,
The neurologist mentioned the word cachexia,
He was talking of the effects of a seizure,
Nimra took a video of one I gave a chanticleer!
Ejaz helped me send it to the Doctor,
But no reply, nothing has been heard.
Life is getting harder, complicated, contrarier,
Each day I face enforced frustration & failure,
What can I do, can’t hear or see properly – Caramba!
Getting help? Ha! I’m a dégringolader,
With mind & body in need of many a chiropractor,
Failure, frustration, desperation & dysphoria.
Still, you don’t like to complain, do yer?
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I’m afraid that I’m going to have to cut down on this blog, seriously. For some time at least. Shame, cause I loved doing it so much. I’ll try to keep a cartoon, and an Ode, with a few words of the happenings on the day.
THE REASONS
Health and time. I’ve lost Ejaz. Other than that, I hope on a Wednesday. Nimra will not be coming again.
Carer Mizra, did one call today? I hope he can call more often, a grand help he is. Dispiriting.
Everything I do is taking so much longer.
The cock-ups, errors, and mistakes seem to be getting more frequent. In the last three days: Taps left on, remote control lost, bank and Virgin details cannot be found. Eight near tumbles (Cartilage & Dizzy Dennis).
The video of me having a seizure was taken thanks to Nimra, and Ejaz helped me work out how to email it to the Doctor, but no reply or appointment has come back yet. The trephination, it sounded to me, like it was going to be cancelled. Fair enough. Waiting for appointments with the Eyes, Ears, Nose and Throat department. Teeth, Ears & Glaucoma; Glaucoma is getting worse in the left eye when I shut my right eye; all I can see is a blur. Not good at all.
I’ve been fruitlessly begging for more Carers call time. Not that it is now a good thing, losing Nimra and, apart from Wednesdays, Ejaz.
When I was in the hospital last time, the last few days, several callers half-promised me help. Social, with finances, trying to get extra Carer time (Haha!),
Help with wheelchairs, ordering food online, my computer problems, and arithmaphobia. Suggested rehousing me in a home with 24/7 assistance available. Not that my only experience of living in one after the stroke, encourages me in the least. But no one has been in touch. I’m not surprised.
Depression-Darius has me in his grasp. With the bad news about my Carers, Dizzy Dennis, Concentration Konrad and Lost Balance Belinda all rampant today, I’ve lost the will and interest.
I’ll be trying to get the word list done again; it’s such a slow job. I still can’t work out how I lost the files all in the first place… Oh, yes, the social lady said she would get me some help on that score. Hehehe! I believed her!
As for when the Doctor said they’d resuscitated me. I was gobsmacked. I can’t remember anything of being anywhere for treatment.
That’s my moaning out of the way. Sorry.

Morning view

BP Hyper this morning!

Managed a mug of tea, before
I got carried away with words.

Carers table. Tided up by Carer
Nimra, before she left,
never to return. Sob!

Brightening up!

Floods at the end of the car park.
White car there again, oh,
and a red one too.

and kept me company all day.

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TTFNski!
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Inchie Today: Saturday 15th November 2025

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Inchy: Haha! Yer lost yer remote control again? What a plonker, how many times is that now then?
Inchie: You pratt! yer could have given me a heart attack shouting up like that without letting me know you were here again!
Inchy: Wot you moaning abarght? Yer had one in hospital and they resuscitated yer? Hehehe, worra lark!
Inchie: Well, yer gave me such a start!
Inchy: Oh, I see, is yer depression, Darius, deep and dark?
Inchie: Yes, my concentration wanders about on the march…
Inchy: I suppose yer asked the Carers to help search?
Inchie: I did, Ejaz & Nirma searched and searched,
Inchy: I know, I saw you gerring all excited, het-up, heated, agitated, frustrated and aggravated…
Inchie: Well, what are you asking for then?
Inchy: I love to see yer all uptight, yer heart-failure, seizures, water on the brain-baitingly stupididity and loss of memory… well, any one of these can kill yer, at the least it could make go doolally and or addlebrained!
Inchie: Last week, you said I was doolally and addlebrained? Is Dementia affecting you, too? Are you deranged?
Inchy: I’m but an alien in your brain, your inner-voice, visiting, to glean the reality of neurological damage that is undoubtedly being inflicted by an unknown perpetrator…
Inchie: Erm… can you talk in terms that are simpler?
Inchy: Although I am you, and you are me, I’m the wiser.
Inchie: The wiser what? Witch? Demon?
Inchy: We’ve a commonality, a common denominator…
Inchie: You’re just trying to sound wise and clever!,
Inchy: I know, but who’s keeping who awake? I’m an educator, learned and clever, you’re just an old chinwagger!
Inchie: That’s a nerve to say, coming from someone who claims we are identical twins, but you are cruder!
Inchy: It’s not me who lost it, you made the clanger!
Inchie: You are me, you are you? You just said that, can you not remember?
Inchy: I’m not the one with Dementia.
Inchie: Get it right, it’s Pre-Morbid Cogniscent Impairment now, it used to be Dementia… I thought you were cleverer?
Inchy: I am your brain’s instructor.
Inchie: I don’t see you as being a challenger…
Inchy: Challenger? I am your castigator, your failure rate investigator, and regulator!
Inchie: You’ve never helped, not even a friendly gesture…
Inchy: Ah, it seems that I’ve gotten to yer?,
Inchie: I don’t think you can help it. It’s apparent that you are a braggart and a gasconader.
Inchy: What if I told you I’m a long-stay Grim Reaper!
Inchie: Surely a Grim Reaper doesn’t have permission to be a contemptuous, censorious, castigator?
Inchy: If that were true, then you would be too, mucker!
Inchie: I’m losing the plot of this little natter…
Inchy: As I expected, but it doesn’t really matter…
Inchie: What do you mean, mister?
Inchy: Well, as a Soul[Tiller, who preys on the souls of those
waiting to become a departed…
Inchie: Go on, I feel the approach of a farceur…
Inchy: I know for sure that when I drag you up to Hell, you’re going to get yourself thrown out, deported!,
Inchie: Where to, Heaven? Mars, Pluto or Jupiter?
Inchy: No, none of them. To a place even worse than the inferno where Politicians will reside forever…
Inchie: I like it.
Inchy: And now to the fiercesome, violent place where, for your sins, you’ll be sent as a forfeiture…
Inchie: Oh! Where, where… come on mucker…
Inchy: A place that’s misery-ridden, with its patricide, matricide, parricide, suicide, stabbings, shootings, murderings, wars, muggings, assassinations, massacres, and innocents get raped, kidnapped, killed and slaughtered…
Inchie: You mean Earth, don’t you? I’m buggered!
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After hours of kip, waking me with a start, and Twitching Neck Ted started. I fumbled my way out of bed, and just about every ailment joined in making an almost dangerous trip to the hallway to press the admit button for Carer Nimra. I nearly fell over the long night pouch and had to fight againstit .
I sensed a taste of the upcoming acidity in the mouth and nose; I assume I had a seizure when I was woken up, but no way of confirming it. I was
Amazingly out of sync this morning. But surprisingly, the dizziness eased off after a few minutes. The back pain and balance problems stayed with me all day, Hey-Ho!
Mirma was in a rush this morning, not that it mattered, as it happens, cause no point in doing a body check or ointmentating the knees, as I would only wash them off later when I get around to doing the ablutions. Did you note that? I realised the situation straight away because was already weakening his grip on me. Good!

Carer Nirma issued the medications and realised I was not up to scratch, I think. She departed as I thanked her and apologised for not being properly with it. Other things must have taken place, but I’ll be blown if I can remember what.

I went on the balcony and did not dare open the windows to take these two shots, with the mist and rain out there. The first taken was straight ahead.
The end car park had only one car parked in it. They had parked on the chevrons. Not unusual.

I got on the computer and lost the plot again. Not that I’d got one really in the first place, other than a determination to get yesterday’s blog completed. When it came to using the word list, I opened one and realised it was just a template I’d made to start replacing all of the lost ones from scratch. I was morose and seemed to be getting worse, and I could smell my BO as I sat at the computer. I’d still not got the ablutions done. Oddly, I had not used the yet, either.
I strayed off target and started adding some pet words to the list. I got carried away a smidge.
Suddenly, Carer Ejaz arrived, five hours later, and all of that time I had not added anything to the blog!
When I cottoned on to what I’d done and what I hadn’t.

I stopped and went to make my first mug of tea of the day. And the phone rang. The nurse will not be coming today after all.

Ejaz came for his next call. All I’d managed to do was finish yesterday’s blog and post it. Although that’s not strictly true. Famous Inchie words here… I forgot to post it, sent out the posted today emails, and thankfully, dear Jenny emailed me to tell me nothing was showing on the blog – of course, I remembered I’d not posted it then, so I posted it. Jenny emailed back asking for the brand of the TV remote. She was going to loan it to me if it worked on my TV, bless her. I replied, thanking her. She’s been a treasure to me, and is not very well herself. 💕Lost the plot again there, thanks, Jenny.
Ejaz rang Virgin Media for me about getting a new TV remote. What a farce!
In the first two tries, he got an AI-recorded press for this and that answer, but was not put through to a real human. He got someone the third time who put him through to where he needed to go. We thought.
Then confusion reigned, but I’ll just say what I am sure happened…

We had the account number, the order number and the password that I’d written on the paperwork when I was conned into buying the package. Then the man asked for my memorable word! I can’t remember having given one. Said he would send an email through, and it came. Then a second one was sent, but we didn’t receive it. Still haven’t.
Ejaz was running late and had to give up.
Liberty Global paid $23.3 billion (or £15 billion) for Virgin Media. And set about destroying its reputation. They either own or have shares in:
Virgin Media, O2 (50% ownership), Telenet, and VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership). It also holds a 9.9% shareholding in ITV plc and a 17% ownership stake in Canal+ Poland, and other stakes in Europe.
But can you talk to them without being offered a new deal or a special offer? Without battling your way through a series of robots? No!
If you could cancel your contract, you would – but you can’t without getting a phenomenally high-cost leaving fee charge, and Liberty Global-owned Virgin Media scripted misleading verbal hogwash.
A perfect show of Oligarchism at its worst!
When Liberty Global first bought Virgin, all the telecom operators were told not to mention Liberty Global or to admit they owned the company! This fact was in the news from an operator who was dismissed and sued by the company. Oligarchy at its worst! (Or the best if you are one)
So glad I got that off my chest.
Of course, nothing has been sorted!

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Inchie Today: Friday 14th November 2025

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I’ve not changed my opinion on my Worldview,
There are still things that I’d love to do,
To free the world from Trump & Starmer…
Not forgetting Herr Putin; each one a killer…
All I presume being an Oligarch,
Putting the Freemasons’ antics in the dark,
If humankind really has an overlord, a matriarch,
Or maybe it might be a God, a patriarch,
A universal ruler, a sort of symposiarch?
Will she, they, he, it, be questionable?
Will any answers be understandable?
Will the ruler be Oligarchical?
Will they find my questions to be irritable?
Will they accuse me of being heretical?
Not like being questioned by a nobody?
Should I introduce myself as Gerald or Inchie?
Or, should I first offer an apology?
Should I speak anachronistically?
In Nottingham slang, would he understand me?
Can I be brave enough to tell him directly…
Or confuse him & speak anacoluthically?
I think he created humankind, sardonically,
I hope he got a laugh with his agacerie!
Do I need to act like an appellee?
Shall I show him my broken knee?
Say how I suffered neurotically?
He never stopped wars, deaths, criminality…
Millions died defending & attacking a country!
I think he should have shown more advertency,
Did he tell off Hitler, Stalin or Mussolini?
Say, naughty boys, you should have known better?
Heaven & Hell, the latter got the better?
Humans who did better were generally eviler…
Our justice frees early, many a murderer…
And many then go on to be a serial killer,
I’ve just come round from another mini-seizure,
I read this from the start, I couldn’t remember…
the plot of the Ode, and Oh, dear…
It took me a while; concentration-fragmentation…
It sounds like a conceptualisation…
That should have tested my imagination,
I viewed this with a certain dubitation,
I gleaned very little satisfaction…
With a degree of deflation…
A mused over the biggest UK con, decimalisation!
I’ll stop now, my brain’s gone into deactivation!
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05:00hrs: I woke up feeling rather delicate. The odd sneeze, the usual dizziness, my balance was better than normal when I stood up to take off the wee-wee pouch, and I remembered the balance exercises.
Kicked off the moment that the toothbrush was used, and at the same time, for no apparent reason, joined in the assault.
I had a feeling that things were not going to go well today, you just know sometimes, don’t you?
Although the shaving went very well, indeed, not a single cut or nick! The pain began to increase to a point where I thought about calling the Doctor for an appointment. Had I known what was coming later, I would have. Again, for an unknown reason, he stayed for the rest of the day!
Was relentless!

Carer Nimra arrived as I was hanging up the Khagoul I’d handwashed in the wetroom. She checked the right leg, removing the straps to reveal that the nurse had applied a large bandage over the leaky blisters. I had no idea she had. Which goes to prove that is also on the job with the other ailments. I’m anticipating others will join in soon. She checked the HC figures, foamed the ankle and leg and put the straps back on, not necessarily in that order. Nirma, kindly give me a dollop of Photpain Gel on my lower back and rub it in well, along with a Codeine 30g and two paracetamols, as part of the usual medications. Said my thanks, and she departed.

All a part of the mystery from Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal Dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Dank Depressing Darius, Memory Mangling Malcolm, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhoea Leslie, Sandra’s Seizures, Arithmaphobia, Fractures Kne Frank, Cartilages Choe & Carol, Arthur Itis, and Toothache Tiffany – I may have missed a few off. Along with the Fata Morgana, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, and then Class One! I passed wind, and an involuntary escapage started from the rear end. Cleaning things up and freshening myself took a good while.

It was foggy and raining when I went to make a brew of tea, so I got Kodak Tim Two and took dome photographs from inside the balcony of the views on offer. The first one to the right. This second one is slightly to the right.
Then I spotted the strategic parking experts’ results in the end car park. I hope we don’t need to call the Fire Service. Health & Safety? Tsk!

I made an old, used blog years ago. I was (and am again today with the following mayhem), so far behind. I hoped to catch up. Hahaha!
I got that blog posted and stood up to treat myself to another mug of tea, and have some bikkies to dunk! But, no!

As I got up, gave way on me. I managed to avoid going over, but twisted my back in doing so. The language and pain were both extreme, I’m afraid. An extra Codeine was taken.

When Carer Ejaz called, he gave my back a good dollop of Phorpain gel, well rubbed in.
I’m getting fed up with this new pain.

I made a start on this blog, and after an hour or so, thinking I was doing well, I decided to put the TV on. But, No! ,
Could I find the remote control? NO!
That was the end of blogging! I spent three hours searching for it until Ejaz made his late call.
Every cupboard, shelf and drawer in the room, and I was getting more het-up and angry with myself as time went on. So much so that he joined the other pains, and he was not playing at it either. I gulped some Peptac, knowing it was not going to help, which got me even more pissed-off with myself. I then started sorting out two of the drawers. Then, back to searching everywhere in the room, without any luck, I even looked in the wet room, kitchen and junk room! Under the recliner, cupboard, desk, table, in the balcony… Huh!

I prayed that would visit me, that would have been great – it would not have solved the problem, but I would not have been bothered!

Ejaz returned on the late visit, but he did not have much time to help. He did some searching for me. All to no avail. I believed that I’d go into the habit of putting the remote in the recliner side pocket, and had done so when I got out of the recliner to climb into the ex-hospital bed. I fear I may have missed the side pocket and dropped it in the waste bin, possibly. That was thrown down the waste chute by Nirma this morning as she left. That is the only thing I could think of that may have happened. Naturally, this really got the self-lambasting going.
I’m well unimpressed with myself,
sour, bitter & so depressed!
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Another fruitless search, what a pillock!

Got the meal prepped and ate it at the computer,
growing deeper all the time. Not a bad nosh.
Added peas and BBQ gravy to the ready meal. Dipping many slices of Milk Roll bread in the gravy. A lime & Lemon yoghourt was taken for afters. Burp!

I took this snap out of the kitchen window of the late-night view. It came out very dark, too dark to see anything. In the morning, I lightened it a bit.

Come to think of it, it was already morning. No TV to watch, so I pressed on until I could go no further with this blog, in an effort to catch up a smidge.
04:30hrs, too tired to continue, I did the safety checks, then climbed into the hospital bed. Sleep came easily, but so did .
He was having a go at me about newer stuff tonight, thankfully, Carer Nimra arrived to wake me up three-and-a-half hours later.

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Inchie Today: Thursday 13th November 2025 – Cartoons

OLDIES REUSED

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Inchie Today: Wednesday 12th November 2025

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I realise I’ve got many a fault & problem…
I even understand some of them.
My brain? Unkown voices & crepitation,
Telling me to go on a one-man demonstration,
Mind -rot seems to have accumulated,
No correlation, consultation, or construction
Diagnose them at the culmination,
But what gives me this conception,
I’ve broken my best picker-upperer,
My mindset forever changes,
I wanted to be an agriculturist,
To plant, grow and sell agrics,
This morning I took a few knocks,
Nimra took off my strapping & sock,
She said it’s bleeding, but not a lot,
Adding, no, it was Lymphoedema,
Fluid leaks from your weeping oedema,
She’ll phone later to inform the nurses,
Which I thought would be auspicious,
I can give them their pressies for Christmas!
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Up at 04:10hrs! I am a fool!
I was again disoriented, and thought I could taste the acidicness in the throat; I might have had a nocturnal seizure, but I could not be absolutely sure. So I recorded a question mark on the NHS Health Check graph. After taking off the night pouch, and when I stood up, went to work on me. He stayed for the duration of the hour-and-a-half-long ablution session. During which, both knees kicked off – Why? I’ll tell you. Hehe! gave way, and I clouted both knees as I went down to grab the sink to prevent a whole tumble. (I’m getting wise to these knee collapses now!) – . But was not happy, and as I was straightening up, I caught my
ankle against the edge of the bowl. Naturally, my .

I went to the kitchen after abluting, medicating, perfuming and dressing. Got the kettle on and took this shot through the kitchen window of the rain. Took me a while to work out what was what in this photo. The reflections with the flash showed more of what was behind me than of what was in front of me. Interesting detail. He says! Almost artistic, even if it was unintended. Haha!
Then I opened the window to try again. A close-up snap of the nearby houses, street lights, roads, and horison. The higher shot of the sky proved a bit less successful… but I’m used to not being successful. I’ve had Years of practice. Haha!

Computer on, and did the Health Checks, added them to the graph for Carer Nirma to check for me. Made a start on Tuesdays, updating, on and off from 07:00 to 22:00hrs! (Shattered, weary and tired out again, poor sausage, Hehe!).
And the intercom sounded. It was Carer Nirma. Up and into the flat she came, a smile on our greeting.
HC figures checked, two mistakes found. Tsk!
Nirma took thisshot of me, finally getting my first mug of tea of the day! Nirma took a good shot with Kodak Tim Two.
She then put on the undersocks and strappings back on my legs and feet. She put some foam on , as the tumble had scratched a bit, and I might get some lymphatic fluid leaking through the surface of the rough, alligator-skin-looking area. She said she’d check in again in the morning.

I handwashed a khagoule and the other pair of under-socks and hung them to dry in the wet room.

Then back to the computer, to find I was all over the place with it. Not that I remember with any clarity, but I feel as if I was going off-track, starting two or three things without getting any finished. I even did a bit of updating on the lost word replacement files. Until I became aware of what I was doing. By then, about four hours had floated by! It caught me off guard a bit. I can’t remember making an Asda order? I suppose I could blame ? Ejaz thinks I may have made it while in a seizure? I guess he’s right; he reminded me of the most prolonged seizure, as far as I know, that I’ve had. In August, I think. After I’d recuperated, I’d put the biggest load of verbal garbage in the blog, a right load of hogwash. I took a photo of it and showed it to the Warfarin DVT blood test nurse later, and it was an unreadable load of tommyrot – to quote her. Now there’s a thought; if I still use the computer while under the influence of a seizure, could I have made a food order and not known it? Just a thought.

The Asda order arrived!
This is something else I’m worried about. I don’t seem able to stop spending. The bank manager will be calling me soon, I’m sure.
Tomatoes, Lemon Fools, Sugar snap peas, Halal sausage, two gigantic Krakus Keilbasa (Smoked sausages), Pork Farms Pork Pie, Mini pork pies & pickle, tinned cheap Garden Peas, & sugar-snap peas. The bread I ordered (6 items) had 5 items unavailable. Humph! Did it bother me? Not in the slightest little iota, not a dot…
I say suspected, but… Hehe!
The fridge was full. No butter butters, desserts, sugar-snap peas, Keilbasas, pork pies, etc. And treats for the nurses, cold coffees, nibbles, sweeties and choc bars. I do appreciate them coming. Later, Carer Ejaz checked the sell-by dates on everything in there. I can’t see them all. Two small items had to be thrown out. Again, I wasn’t bothered.

I put a potato in the cooker to warm up with my daily meal. Then returned to the computer to try again to concentrate on getting yesterday’s blog done!

After Ejaz’s evening call, I was all in. And closed everything down as the weariness fell to be joined by a seizure that I had no warning of coming.
I reckon it was of a decent length this time, because the acidity upsurge was less severe, but why it should be that way I can’t understand. Also, the disorientation after a mini-session is much worse than they are after the long ones.

I hadn’t closed the computer down, so I did. The dizziness and loss of balance are the same on a long or a short one. Weird or what?
And off to the kitchen to prepare my planned meal. But could I find the spud to put in the oven? No, not then. I searched around in the obvious places and silly-idea places… Then remembered. Tsk!

As it happens, I changed my mind about the tattie. I made a cold meal, plenty of it, and it made such a pleasant difference. I tucked into this one.
With a gastronomer’s vengeance. Har-har!
The last two wholemeal breadrolls, on which I lavished a load of no-butter butter.
What look like chips on the left of the tray are Marmite Cheese Puffs. A packet of pretend crab sticks, sugar-snap peas, & pork & pickle pork pies! It tasted Grrreat! A tub of lemon & lime yoghourt for dessert!

TTFNski, Have a great kip!

Inchie Today: Tuesday 11th November 2025

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I lay there on the floor, as my head bled…
Or to sound more clever, it exsanguinated,
An alarm went off earlier,
Could it be an intruder?
I informed control, & went for a gander…
Back-up should arrive later,
It was 22:00 hours and getting darker,
RT & torch in hand, to check the test centre,
I climbed the stairs to search for an intruder,
I lay there on the floor, as my head bled…
I thought I’d been assaulted…
But I’d fallen into a rain puddle…
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05:30hrs: I was woken by Who I felt was trying to detach my head from my body. Within seconds of waking up, he gave up trying, and then I had the attention of
to contend with. This made removing the nocturnal catheter bag risky and required great care. But, no
were suffered.

I was really looking forward to a shower in the morning. I’ll ask Ejaz to take of the undersocks and leg strappings for me tonight. But made do with a stand-up wash with my feet in a bowl of water this morning’s session… which caused unexpected (or where were they really?) problems.
I got my legs in the anticepticated hot water in the bowl, and started brushing my teeth, after a quick prayer to the tooth fairy in hopes of avoiding any hassle from .
As gently as I could, I found and brushed the few teeth I had left. I had to have an ; I’d not had one for eight hours.I dropped the toothbrush. Which bounced of the edge of the sink and fell on the floor.
This is a good example of why I shouldn’t get angry with myself when I start dropping things. I bent down and moved my left foot to balance myself… This is the moment that I realised my feet were in the bowl on the floor! But they’re not now.
Cleaning the floor kicked off , and .
So much for getting up early to try & catch up.
It took me yonks to get things cleaned up!
I think I’d been in there for an hour and all I’d done was cleaned my teeth and the floor, although I did stop to take some painkillers towards the end of the cleaning session; I had to finish the ablutions yet!
Next, a spitting and cursing shave was done. No cuts though! I’d calmed down after taking a break and taking this photo of the morning view. I took one of the sky as well. But it seemed to come out so differently coloured from what my eyes saw when taking it? Perhaps I was still annoyed?
On with the ablutionisationing tale…
A good body-scrub done, then onto the wetroom medications. Pain-gelling first.
Both knees, and where I could reach on my back. Then on to the Barrier Creaming. Under arms, under my man-breasts, between the top of the legs, and my lower private parts were done. I’ll ask Carer Nimra to do the knees, ankles and feet for me with the foam and emollients in the morning, before she puts on the feet undersocks and strappings. I’d be lost without the Carers.

I very carefully Germolened the extra sensitive lower regions, both of them. The right one keeps changing size?

Next, another delicate operation, but oh, it so cooled down the stinging! I almost started singing for joy at the relief.

, and used the nasal sprays. Got the Ophthalmic eyedrops in. The usual performance again. I’m sure I missed more than I got in the eyes. The liquid runs down the cheek, so I have to shut my lips in case any trickles into the mouth. It did once, and it was not nice.

I got carried away with recreating the Word List. Heartbreaking that dozens of heavy files were lost. Grrr! So annoying that I can’t get to the old ones to use now. Whatever I did wrong, I proved my idiocy and inability to cope!

I went into seizure, and after coming around, and giving it plenty of time before moving or doing anything, I went to make my first brew of the day, at 1930hrs! The shades of winter with the dark days depressed me more than a smidge. At least while I was out of it, I did nothing on the computer that would make a mess or cause me of lose things.

The ready-made Parselt Box meals arrived. I bought a few of the faggot and mashed potatoes in gravy ones, they were on offer.
Back to the computer, and instead of updating this blog, I wasted hours trying to find the lost files.
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Is still playing me up from this morning’s enforced genuflectioning.

Ejaz says he will attempt to get the email address tomorrow. And help me work out how to send the seizure photo to the Doctor. He’s a good lad!

Got my faggots, potatoes & gravy meal ready, and took a snap of it. Well, I thought I did. But I couldn’t find it on either the SD card or the internal memory. Again! Another lost snap!

Many things happen nowadays, due to my lack of percipience, acuity, cognisance, or else possibly ? There are plenty of suspected ailments that could have brought about this sad state that I find myself in.
What brought about this sudden depression? Something that should have cheered me up!
I was searching for another lost snap of this morning’s piccy of the microwave. Could I find it? Well, No!
However, I did come to the lost photo of my faggot-meal! It was straight in front of me on Kodak Tim’s SD card! I must have checked it at least three times already. But, there it was, almost mocking me! I’d love to know two things about this cock-up… How did I miss it so many times? And which ailment or mixture of ailments can I blame? Hahaha!
Here is the snap!
This took me back to my anklesnapping days. Faggots, 3d – (1½p) (Tom Sanderson, Arkwright Street) for six in those days, were a part of the luxury dining in our house!
Which brings to mind a Sunday, so many years ago (sorry if I’ve mentioned this before), I’d just finished a morning paper-round, and when I got home, no one was there. But, a note on the newspaper-covered table read, “Back later, dinner on (kitchen) draining board.” So I investigated… I found a chipped enamel pudding bowl with two Oxo cubes in it. I even laughed about it, until I realised the gas had run out, and I had no pennies for the meter to boil the water.
Hours later, when Dad got home from his Sunday shift wheel-tapping, he sent me to the chippy for a bag of chips for us to share and put some money in the gas meter so we could make a brew of tea.
By gum, we lived well!

I’ve lost the storyline now. Oh, yes…
The last snap of the day!
I washed up what few pots there were. I settled into the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner to watch an episode of my favourite, ‘Heartbeat’, on the TV, and swiftly fell asleep! For about three minutes, when the . Ejaz. I asked him to take the leggings and under-socks off on this last call, so I can enjoy a shower on Wednesday morning. There I go again, making plans. When will I ever learn?
🎵 Where have all the flowers gone? 🎵

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Three on the right are from a video my Carer took of me enjoying a seizure…
I put them in the proper chronological order!
First one at the start of the seizure. And one minute later, in the middle of the seizure.
Apparently, I groaned and shook,
I took these from the video that Carer Nimra swiftly and kindly took.
The seizure? Length for 1 minute 50 seconds, I was out of it.
But somehow, I had bitten my lip?
Nimra said, “I was mumbling. I did not move my lips a bit?”
In the last one, I think I was looking a little shocked,
The memory of Nimra’s coming had been neurologically blocked,
The acid, foul-tasting upflux shooting up into my throat, nose, and mouth, I determined…
I just knew I was coming out of a seizure!
For nearly two minutes from the world of worries, pain, and confusion, was blissfully, happily excided,
Learning that Nirma had got it on video, I became excited! Said my eyes were open & closed
At last, we had a recording to email to the hospital and the Neurologist Doctor!
Thanks to Carer Nimra,
Bless her, bless her, bless her!
It took me well over an hour…
To get it into CorelDRAW,
My efforts at getting it on here…
Had to wait for success until the morning,
Got it on, but without any formatting,
And that was today, late on Tuesday morning,
It was all very annoying and frustrating,
Here is the unformatted recording… no, it’s not…

Oh, it’s centred at its own discretion?
How to email it, this needs consideration…
I could do with my own problem-eradicator,
The Doctor’s email, I now require!
But just seeing Nimra’s video capture,
High Mood Horis was today, much higher!
I’ll ask Ejaz on Wednesday to find a way,
To get the email address, & send it away,
Cause I’m suffering again with aprosexia,
Everything is taking so much longer…
But I’m definitely feeling less insecure…
Now the Doctor just may find a cure?
I’m relying of Carers more & more,
Ejaz & Nimra care, that’s for sure,
Short seizures are unpleasant, no, I mean after…
When the acidic taste comes up from the viscera,
Violent shaking in my right leg & shoulder,
This was pointed out by Carer Nimra,
No need for a seizure to get a shaking shoulder,
is rattling away now,
Will my luck be changing? But how?
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I spent so much time today trying to find the email of the Neurosurgeon Doctor. Then I gave up, I am sure tha Carer Ejaz will find it. He mayhap call them to get it for me on Wednesday?
Then help me get it in an email to send.
I’d be lost without the Carers.
Then I worked on Word listings. Got carried away without realising how late it was. Ejaz made his last call, and I returned to the Words.
By the time I gave up out of weariness, it was well gone midnight, and I made a meal.
I’ll show (If WP lets me), the few photos taken.

Early morning rain.

A little later, I went on the
balcony to put a bag into
the four-wheeled walker.
I spotted the classic car
parked at the end of the
car park. Two, I sa we now
have two cars parked on
the chevrons. They were put
there for the fire engines &
ambulances to have enough
room to turn around.

The gone-midnight feast!

Sorry, not much on, but I enjoyed
doing the Seizure Videod Ode.

Keep well, and all the bestest!