Dissociative seizures

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Inchy is sad today…

I’m struggling to add memory to this computer. I’ve now tried four companies to get help; one has not replied, two have been negative, and one, The Computer Man, has said, “Please be patient.” That was a month ago. Huh! Getting photos and graphics on is sometimes impossible, like this morning. I’m using Ccleaner twice a day, and it still allows fewer files to be saved, so WordPress cannot load them. I’m getting depressed daily more than ever. Add the problems health-wise, mental and physical: not being able to get out to the doctor. The stupid things I’m getting up to, like forgetting what I am talking about mid-sentence, leaving the tap running, burning food I forget about, not forgetting the tumbles, walking into things and the falls. Not being able to contact my bank.
The Social lady I was referred to does not seem to understand my problems. But maybe my stuttering and frequent miscommunications are causing a misunderstanding. I have so many issues left to stew and rot, with no solutions or even acceptance of what I need help with. I’m finding it more challenging to concentrate. Today, it took me 3 hours to get the computer to save the first CorelDraw graphic to a file. I have no idea how I did it. The freeing of space never lasts long. I’ll have to stop bothering with so many graphics & photos. I love doing them.

Carer Christopher’s wife Omotola and son Gideon took me some pictures at the Goose Fair with my camera. That was lovely. Chris returned the camera this morning – but will I get them to go on WordPress? Depression Duncan is Deep Routed today, as you can see.
Even the Odes are not so easy to create. I don’t know why, but they have flowed easily until today.
Enough of my moaning. I am fed up with my moaning! But I feel the compunction via frustration of going on and on feeling sorry for myself. What a Whimp!
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I gave up trying to sleep again, got up around 04:00 hrs, took off the catheter night bag, and did my ablutions. This is proof of how sad I’ve become; it was much later that I realised I’d not had a shave! And by then, with the problems coming to the forefront, I thought, ‘Sod it and didn’t have a shave at all!

I put on fresh attire, PPs and dressing gown, and went to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. I took these two not-very-good shots of the early morning views. Made a brew of Glengettie, I was feeling so low, it didn’t bother me about keeping to the rules of only 2 mugs of tea being permitted. I must have had six minimum!
Then, a rumble and grumble from the innards advised me that I needed to visit the . So, I did!
He was still in charge. Four large Kharki-coloured rugby-ball-shaped lumps were painfully and slowly evacuated, but it was nowhere near as hurtful as yesterday’s effort.

Carer Christopher arrived, I think, for his first shift this week. He’s brought the Kodak Tim camera back with him. His wife, Omatola, and son, Gideon, had taken photos of Goose Fair for me on their visit. I shall try to get them onto WordPress, but I doubt if the computer will allow me to do so. So, it will be a shorter blog until I can get the HP rememoried. Grammarmly didn’t like rememoried?

I’ll try to get the fair photos on the computer now.
I got the blog done. It was slow work, though, as the computer’s memory was short.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Just one Codiene taken.

Good God, I’ve just got over a seizure and dizzy spell, I think, at the same time. The acidy taste almost shoots up into the mouth, and Dizzy Dennis visits seconds later.
Everything has to stop, and I sit as calmly as possible until the session ends. How horrible these are! It took a lot longer than it usually does.
I’m not feeling too good at all now.

What next?

Sod-it & Clapmongers!
The low-memory messages have appeared again.

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I took these two photographs of the falling rain sometime last night or, more likely, earlier this morning. I can’t recall taking them, though. I found them on the SD card when I loaded the food photo but missed putting them on yesterday’s blog. Obviously, they were snapped from the balcony through the glass windows. Yes, it was raining again in Sherwood. But we needed it.

After staying in one position for so long overnight, as I stood up to remove the catheter night bag, Cartilage Chloe pained me like never before! She gave way, and I collapsed to the floor. No harm done; I grabbed the back of the recliner on my way down, and my knees barely touched the floor. Unfortunately, I twisted the torso and kicked off. She’s still hurting now, but mainly only when I get up to walk. Well, it’s more like a delicate walking-stick-aided hobble. Hehe!

I meandered into the balcony, to take to take a view of the end car park mudslide. An oddly blue tinge to this one, a little like Saturday morning?

Another poor-quality, shaky photograph of the front car park on Chestnut Way in front of the Woodthorpe Court flats was taken.

For the first time in months, my evacuation was in the same mode as the morning dump the day before. But this one was even bigger and more painful than Monday’s job.
After three flushes, the end of the gigantic torpedo was still sticking out of the water! I had to get a bamboo stick and break up the submarine in the water to get it to the sewer! An application of Germoloid ointment eased things.

My . The Acne & Eczema cream was applied. A blob of Germolene dabbed on the, s papules and both knees.
I left the most painful one until last. The
Dakacorting of poor Little Inchie Fungal Lesion.
Next, I olive-oiled the ears. Then, spray the tooth pain-easier on the teeth. Then I
got the Blepha Gel and were applied, I used the last of this, I must get more. Then, the Acne and Eczema cream was used. It’s a busy business with all this medicationalisationing! Hehe!

Then, I tackled getting a shave. One mishap, I dropped the can of shaving foam, and it landed right on my ingrowing toenail on the right foot! Just four little nicks shaving.

The next four hours were spent in a seizure, haze, or I’d fallen asleep, or some combination, patches of memory, but these can’t be validated as correct. Carers are unidentified; the last two calls were done by Carer Israel. I can recall Israel taking off the diabetic socks. That’s all.

The meal was sorted out very late… in the A.M.
I’d scribbled a rating on the notepad, but I can’t recall doing it. So it must have been a feast to give it 9.3?