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Oh, for a night’s sleep, to inveigle,
A full night’s sleep would be incredible,
Lack of sleep is so depressional…
Causes, multi-varied, the seizures aberration?
Steve’s Thought Storms, all choplogical,
Anne Gyna, having a resurrection?
Duodenal Donald, so damned painful,
Twitching Neck Nigel’s jerking motion,
Shaking Shaun with a misguggle.
Doreen Dementia being nepenthean,
Is the catheter malfunctional,
Arthur Itis, cartilages, fungal lesion,
Cognitive Impairment, to confuddle,
Back Pain Branda, nightmare confusion,
A Grizelda dream, feeling coital,
Mechanical aorta, piles, corporality,
EQ visits and being oblectational,
The usual imprecation & malediction,
Guilt, vilification, ankles inquination
Last night was more confusional…
No sleep, but no real reason…
Causing me aggravations,
Not any pain from my bunions,
None of the usual causes?
Do I need some detoxifications?
Why? What causes my sleep dysfunctions?
What are the justifications, & reasons?
What were or are the causes?
What’s ruining my nocturnal hibernations?
Maybe I’m having noctambulations?
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Rush job, it’s a devil trying to catch up with so many jobs to do. I assume the Carers & Social are arranging for the domestic and financial hep visits to be started, eventually.
A 7, I think, on the NHS scale.
The sun broke through.
But not for long.
Still, that means that Gladys Glaucoma will not be affected so much.
Clock-Calendar.
Slow, painful, & bloody.
The wound on Arthur Itis and Catheter Chloe is getting so much better already.
Unburnt lambburgers!
Georgous!
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were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
Dark.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
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When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again. 
Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries
06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of 
tackle.
Wee’ scale chart!
was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the 
bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing.
, waltzed off to get the 
tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, 
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well, with the ablutioning!
was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully!
emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. 
anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did!
The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all. 
I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!
Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another 
‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse. 
Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. 
Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; 
Ten minutes after it had restarted. 
Down it went!
Five minutes later…
Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again!
forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present 
I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view. 
Well, fancy that!
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A superior effort this one was.
For sanity, another blow,
Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.
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, a complete reversal. 
, I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha! 
Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning.
Usual early activities.
Remembered the underarm cream.
Waste bags collated.
Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like.
View from the computer chair.
could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… 
was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled
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has never been better!