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Out of the blue… came High-Mood-Horis!
Installing mood & temperament changes,
Apprehensions & appreciations, to cataloguise,
To the nurses, I’m an accommodationist,
But every call this week, they have missed…
This makes me a panicker, an alarmist!
Who’s not called? Well, there’s the neurologist,
Community Nurses are down twice on my list…
One to give my Catheter Contraption a refit,
One to provide Lymphorrea Leslie’s legs, a treat…
I say treat, cause after I always feel great!
Surgery nurse for my Cognitive Impairment test,
One to burst my rear-end dermoid cyst,
Finally, to give me my COVID and flu shots,
The Red Cross gave a wheelchair to collect,
Contact from a surgeon or proctologist,
Each and every arrangement was missed,
I think the word for me this week is, miffed!
High-Mood-Horis visited me… each call was short,
But appreciated, one was only for a minute…
Carer Ejaz confirmed I am a somniloquist,
Today, I was low, despite Horis’s short visits,
Agitated, pitiable self-pity, full of quiddits,
Physically, I was at my quaggiest, unsteadiest,
Concentration? Impossible, due to my proclivities…
My wandering of track was the awfullest…
I’ve ever been, futile, fruitless,
Fighting this mind-roaming was inefficacious,
This Ode proves I’m turning into a malapropist,
Would it help if I saw a hypnotherapist?
It’s not so long ago, when I was feisty & fliest,
Losing the plots, seizures, excuses, the feignest,
I’m in fear of being at my most self-harmfullest,
Depression Darius, an ailment? The worstest!
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A combination of weariness, tiredness, and confusion lingered with me all night. It was still present in the morning when I woke, barely able to walk due to the pain in my left knee and the aching, tingling sensations from 
which were leaking badly.
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Good Morning
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Sorry about there not being much on here. 
The moment I woke up this morning.
I could feel desperation, and somehow I believed I had summoned up the three dreadfully short visits during this day of misery, sorrow, frustration, self-disapproval and despair.
Strangely, now just before 21:00hrs, as I begin to write this, 
is back for a fourth visit. Now I see things differently, and that treasured ‘Sod them all’ sensation is back within me. But I am still so tired, so I shall just show the photos – the few that I’ve had any interest in taking, and those that Carer Ejas took in his effort to cheer me up. Bless him and his efforts. I await Ejaz’s last call. I feel so guilty for feeling how I did today.
I mean, nothing has changed from any of the previous few days, where I coped reasonably well and was positively cheery at times. I thought. I’ll ask Ejaz if I can take his photo to put on here in the morning. Ejaz came then. I’ve just asked, but he rightly declined.
No worries, I understood the lad. He asked if any medications were needed and examined the legs and ankles. 
Was leaking a smidgeon. Nothing applied, he’ll see how they are in the morning. He checked the taps and oven, and then he was off on his last call of the day.
These two were taken this morning by Carer Ejaz.
The top one after he had Certaben-creamed the cracked skin of .
Blown if I remember what he said, but it made me laugh as he took a snap as I was putting back on a nightshirt after he had Barrier creamed where needed on his body-check. Bless him!
Later, I went onto the balcony to take this shot of the Citrus Walk end car park. Nice parking.
The rain started later on.
The wind was howling near lunchtime.
The rain eased of later on.
Spent far too long on the Words-for-Odes updating and changing. As I say, I kept going from one thing to another repeatedly, ending up with three projects and none of them finished – then went back to the flipping Words-for-Odes updating. Humph.
Feeling low with 
being
persistently with me. So annoying, worse than any other day, as far as I knew, with nothing having changed, but down I was. Grumph!
Finally, I got around to making the Ode. That flowed with my depression, possibly helping.
Then, out of the blue, 
blessed me with an unexpected but very welcome appearance! At Last! And it did last for the rest of the night, after a disappointing, depressing, frustrating, mind-all-over-the-place day. Things were still sad, frustrating, mind-all-over-the-place, but with Horis’s amazing attachment of great ‘soddum-all’ attitude, they didn’t bother me much this time.
I got the potatoes in the oven, and pressed on with this Ode – almost notchalantly, casually.
Horis stayed with me for two & a half hours or more. He departed when I burned my finger taking the meal out of the oven, which caused me to drop the walking stick. I foolishly didn’t fetch the Picker-Upperer, but bent down to retrieve the stick and: Sod It!
Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Back Ache Brenda kicked off simultaneously.
Followed by my twisting the fractured knee as I turned with the stick, and dropped the dam thing again! This time, I did fetch the Picker-Upperer.
Yet with Horis lingering, amazingly, I only needed a couple of minutes to stay still, then took two Co-Codamol to counter the pain.
Unfortunately, the potatoes had cooled slightly in the meantime. A disappointment in terms of taste.
I washed the pots and got my head down. But with Accifauxpa and kerfuffle, I had to go and check the taps, cooker, and fridge doors, in case I had left anything running, leaking, or left turned on.
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, and fell asleep. During a strange dream, Colin Cramps shot me awake.
Eric’s Electric Leg Shocks joined in and stopped me nodding off for a while.
Thanks to I wasn’t bothered much about the pain or annoyed at not getting to sleep. I pray he’s still with me in the morning and visits again tomorrow. Please!
TTFNski Each
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I anticipated today might be busy and Carer Joe would not be calling; he’s on holiday. But I did get help from Carer Ejaz, who made all the calls today.
Morning view from the kitchen.
Got the laundry bag filled and ready for Ejaz.
First visit to the wet room.
Made up the waste bags to go to the chute.
Had a brew of Co-op 99 tea and enjoyed it. Took the mug to wash… 
2nd visit. Messy again!
Salvation arrived in the form of Carer Ejaz. His first task was cleaning the kitchen floor for me. Bless him.
Hehehe!
I took my meal of the day from the not-freezing freezer. I’ll have it soon; I’m feeling peckish.
On Ejaz’s next call, he took off my diabetic socks for me and rubbed some barrier cream on the ankles and legs. They looked better than yesterday, but the new growths climbing up the right leg were more painful when he took the sock off—tender, I think the word is—more than sore.
I’ll be trying these again from Iceland.
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kicked off for the first time since last Saturday. I nodded off to sleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, even with 
I felt guilty about the misunderstanding.
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Little Inchy, now leaning to the left, was agony!
controlled evacuation to begin.
from 
. I emptied the pouch into a jug for the Carer to evaluate. Then, I tackled moving the tubing and straps on the catheter in the vain hope of easing the pain. I decided to get the 
. 
Little Inchies Lesion, 
Carer Ejaz came in. Well, after I’d unlocked the door, I forgot to do it with the ablutions and Meds performance. A good-looking lad, he was getting some medications out of the prescription drawer in the kitchen.
Delicious!
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more than covered for her. 
These are the ones where I can do nothing for a few minutes after I get back to reality. A Carer came when I was out of it and told me I was open-eyed and muttering things incoherently. She was really worried. Luckily, I was soon back to my semi-senses and explained to her about what it was. It was her first visit as well.
First kitchen shot.
Spring beginning to green the flora!
The gravel path up Woodthorpe Park.
A later shot from the balcony of the end car park.
The sun coming down.
Washed some socks
Welcoming home his servant Doug.
I dipped them in a BBQ sauce dip.
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I took this snap while checking the taps, fridge, and freezer in the kitchen to ensure I hadn’t left anything out of order. No doors are left open, windows are closed, and cookers are turned off.
This session took well over two hours. There were a couple of things that went well. I can’t recall them at this moment cause so many went wrong!
teeth and shaving. Which I did, and cleaned my painful, going rapidly-rotten teeth. My mistake was forgetting about the bowl with my feet in it and reaching for the Toothache Spray. I tipped the bowl, and water spread 
all over the floor! Still, I had clean feet. I also cleaned up the floor. It’s not easy with a mop, bucket and walking stick in tow. I also had a third stubbing of the toes. 
What can I say? Maybe Arrgh? 
I had to use them 
I then washed, antiseptically cleaned, and applied cream to the affected area. Doing it over again with some Germoloid Ointment.
More precious time was lost. However, the washing and medications did nothing to ease my 
I did both eye sprays. Then, after cleaning the ears, I inserted the olive oil into each channel. A nasal spray was squirted up both sides
Needed the Barrier cream to be put on the right ankle. The left ankle was not leaking. A simple enough job – but reaching down to apply it was the problem. It was entirely overcome by my cunning use of paper towels dabbed, and the 
small plastic Picker-Upper was used to apply it. It wasn’t exactly pain-free, but it was bearable.
7:00hrs: I got two potatoes out, ready to go into the slow cooker later on. Of course, I forgot all about them; they had shrivelled a bit, and I threw them away, opting for frozen mini-roast spuds instead. I spotted the tubers on the counter around 21:00hrs.
The clouds grew thicker.
It got hazier.
Then, it cleared a little.
Brightened up a smidgeon.
c1951.
2025.
for me.
Approximately 21:00hrs.
Very nice, too!
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Kitchen safety checks, took this rainy kitchen view
Then I went to have a long session.
The full works. Hard work due to both cartilages and several mini-seizures during the two hour session.
Rain started, rain stopped!
Failures: I undercooked the potato cakes. Never have I bought fattier, greasier Golonkowa. The carden peas were taty, though. Unfortunately, I found some mould on the wheatmeal rolls!
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Do you usually take the bait?
Contrails in the sky!
Not a very good one.
Contrails gone.
That’s a bit better now.
The clock belatedly changed.
Early evening.
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Gave way on me.
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Cloudless! But not for long.
Plenty to pick from.
First photo.
Second snap. Asda didn’t have two of the breads in stock, so it looks likely I’ll never buy a loaf of my favourite one, the sliced milk roll. Humph!
The fridge.
The freezer.
Top cupboard,
Bottom cupboard.
Doing it in the slow-cooker this time.
Cartilage Chloe, Arthur Itis Len on the left knee, and bashing my arm against the chair as I fought my way back onto my feet after the tumbled, offered as much pain as I ever want to handle again. 
on the corner of the ottoman. Aargh! 
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Shot up the leg, as far as my groin. Fair enough, they eased off a lot, and were barely reaching the knee. Then the shocks cut out, and cold tingling sensation took over.
Bootiful Puffer Clouds.
And found the 
Cooked pot of pork knuckle, beetroots, pickled black beans and water chestnuts, a giant potato pancake, two doorstep sized slices of bread, and a spot of BBQ sauce added. A cheap icecream cone to follow.
Parliament, all arguing. Starmer seemed oblivious to this, and carried on over-talking them. I wish I could recall more. But that’s all folks! 
To the right I think.
To the left I think.
Ahead, I guess.
Closer shot, ahead. (Brown now?)
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Well, he’s back another reactivation,
with his nit-picking and reminders of various mistakes and bad choices I’ve made over the years, I finally gave up his attack. I feell asleep for about an hour, sprang awake, waited for 
had her turn at dislocating my shoulder bone. No chance of nodding off again no matter how tired 
I felt, now. At 06:40hrs, I removed the night bag, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I could hardly feel the evacuation taking place. As I stood up, I couldn’t believe the amount of mass of evacuated product in the porcelain! I’ll say no more...
I prepared the meal for tonight.
More kitchen views.
Sunshine getting through.
Decent shots?
Amazing cloud formations
The days meal.
04:40hrs: As I removed the night pouch from the day bag, I noted how little was in the nocturnal pouch. At this time it didn’t matter, as there was no discomfort from the day bag.
I checked the taps, stove, etc. things were okay. I tok a snao of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window.
I’d done the bleeding gums and teeth, and was about to start on the shaving, but had to divert to the Porcelain Thone with haste. Damned good job I was in wet room, cause I would never have got there in time. As yesterday, it started on its own. Phew!
I was feeling a smidge perky now! So, I got the waste bags into one, and placed it near the door.
I handwashed the wolly hat and towel and hung them in the clothes arer in the hallway.
He had to go, he had a lot to do this morning. When I got around to uploading the photo. I noticed that the top tube from Little Inchie was backed up full. The new catheter tube below was gin-clear!
The Iceland elive ry arrived. The man kindly carried the carrier bags through to the kitchen for me. Kind of him, that was.
The only frozen food I’d bought was the cheap ice cream cones. I got them in the freezer first. I spotted the giant potato waffle in 
there. I’ll have that today I think. Iceland has Gung Po sauce on offer, so I bought some. I couldn’t find them when
I searched for Gung-Po sauce.
While setting up the food cupboard things for this photo; I had the weirdest of seizures. I just stopped what I was doing and held onto 
while leaning against the door in the corner. 
How the hell did I know? 
