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I wish I didn’t hate Liberty-Global anymore…
My distrust of them makes my brain sore,
L-G bought Virgin Media, costing $24b for sure!
The internet service has grown evermore poor…
Phone to complain you get an AI advisor, an IVR,
I wish to leave! You’ll not get an answer…
You get put through to talk to another,
You listen for an hour to a musical overture,
Another robot answers: pick options 1 to 24,
Get to speak to a human with their own agenda,
Offering packages that can save you more…
You stop to take a tablet, an antiseizure.
Upgrade to the £240 monthly package,
It’s on offer, 25.2% off until November!
Of course, it’s all crap, a load of bilgewater,
Then the line goes dead, Hell & Highwater!
These Virgin agents are getting smarter…
Their whims, cons, & deceit is getting cagier,
Days later, they ring you! To tell yer…
EE have a fantastic new customer offer?
Also, BT has one that’s a little costlier…
But their broadband is so much bigger?
You’d be better off going onto our fibre!
You say I’ll think about it, my dear…
You ring off, thinking there’s summat queer…
Are they using a sort of counterpropaganda?
Their response you can’t decipher,
So puzzled, you decide to consult Alexa!
The reason soon becomes plain to see…
Liberty-Global bought Virgin; we agree…
The Chair of L-G get a $64m salary yearly,
They are so rich, beyond any moderator,
Bought out/invested in many a supplier…
Vodafone, BT, EE, UPC, Canal+, Three…
The world’s largest cable company.,
Mango, Yves Rocher, Pizza Hut, & ITV plc,
So, recommending offers from another company,
Makes sense now, at least to me, clearly…
So, they might be the biggest Oligarchy?
With the world facing its fatal finale,
Oligarchs beseech: Can I take it with me?
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What an odd day!
I can honestly say,
Come what may,
The morning was alackaday,
The afternoon… Oh yay…
The seizures refused to go away,
Nothing could be done medically,
I considered my options, alcoholically,
Ruined my chances of adaptability,
Errors in spelling, a missed apostrophe…
Grammar, spelling, correcting, abominably,
Plans executions all with indeterminacy,
The entire day flowed with ambiguity,
I say flow, twas a stutter in reality,
So long and often spent condemnatorily,
My own thoughts & intentions were a mystery,
Ideas created, seconds later were history…
No contentment, satisfaction, peace or equanimity,
Yet a Carer saved the day, it was Chloe,
An email arrived; Telegraph was taking my money,
£239 for my supposed subscription pay?
Chole soon made this worry go away,
She cancelled it for me – Hurrah!
Seizure Sandra started again, alarmingly,
More blog mistakes, I got little done accurately,
I struggled to analyse even simple things today,
Until 1700hrs, when Sandra went away…
Typing this, expecting her to be back shortly,
I apologise for this blog, which is also shortie,
Not the right word, but it rhymed, you see,
After regaining a modicum of semi-logicality,
I did my best to try to be poetically witty
So, I wrote you all this funny little ditty,
Which you may consider a pity?
It’s less exciting than embroidery,
Neither is it extraordinary,
My mind’s less fragmentary,
I feel better; fractionally,
I’ve lost my lunacy,
I now feel… solitary,
Alone, lonely,
Is it January?
I’m hungry,
It’s back… the caducity!
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I got carried away there. It is now 18:25hrs.
I’ve no chance of getting this done unless another one of my working through the early morning sessions.
I’ll rush; forgive any blaring mistakes & cock-up, please.
Here I go. No, I don’t! I just remembered I’ve got a food order coming! I’d better wait until that arrives; otherwise, I’ll be lost if the Seizures start again.
Here I go, a quickie, I hope… I must not get so carried away when typing, do you hear me? Me: Yes, sorry.
Nocturnal Pouch.
Waste bags were collated & taken to the chute.
Feel guilty now; it was too early in the day!
Changed the date and day on my super-modern 1972 calendar clock.
Shot through the kitchen window.
Rain relacing the snow now.
Made a brew of Co-op 99 tea.
Seizures started, and the following may be out of chronological order.
Balcony shot. What a mudslide!
In the afternoon, most of the morning events were lost.
Carer Richard came, but I can’t read my memory notes for Richards’s visit. So, no details.
I recall taking this shot. I was flabbergasted to see they still had scaffolding on this home. Over a year now since I first saw it? Cowboys?
It took this one later.
Afternoon blue skies.
Food en route.
Evening.
Found my sense of humour when the seizures eased off.
Took this snap of the Nurses and Carers nibble box.
Then, this close-up.
I think the Mars bars and Twix have been mating?
Hahaha!
Carer Chloe helped me sort out the email from the Telegraph about them charging me for my subscription. What I can’t remember taking out? For over £200! Chloe sorted it out and showed me how to cancel it. ♥ Well, she did it!
Carer Promise did the last two calls today. With me coughing & sneezing, he found a short pair of diabetic soaks to go on and took off the long ones. Kind of him.
Later in the evening.
I took these snaps
Here’s some of the nosh delivered.
From the Co-op via Amazon.
Now, I am going to get something to eat,
And see if any football is on the telly to watch.
If I can stay awake, of course.
I will be back in the morning to update you on this.
G’d Morning!
Two cheesy rolls with non-butter butter & cheese spread. Sliced tomatoes (No finger cuts). Marmite & salt added!
Onion rings, pickled mushrooms, pickled green tomatoes & onions. Water chestnuts, chicken thigh. Two naughty strawberry doughnuts to follow.
The chicken was tasteless, hence a lower rating.
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Cheery Byes!
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I emptied the pouch and wrapped it up. Then I had a search for the reading spectacles lost yesterday, in I thought, the wet room. Talk about reversals; after days of Trotsky Terence in charge, Constipation Conrad was back in charge. After a determined and painfully encouraging, pushing session, I gave up any hopes of achieving evacuationing.
With figuratively crossed fingers, I put the computer on and started to upload and save the photos for yesterday’s post updating. One went okay this time.
After I bought more toilet rolls to counter Trotsky Terence, Conrad Constipation returned with a vengeance!
I poddled back to the computer. After four more hours, around 0800hrs, I realised the Carer had not arrived yet. And it showed the outside temperature at -3°c when I first put the computer on. It’s showing 0°c now. Still too cold not to have my socks on. Brrr! I will make a mug of tea to help warm me up, then put a quilt over me when I return to the computer. They can leave off the midday call now; no point in medications. I have to leave 4 hours between each tablet and medicine taking. 08:10hrs now.
0905hrs: Carer Christopher came as I took photos of the cold-looking morning views.
Here are the photographs taken just before Carer Chris arrived. I’ll change that. Here is the picture taken just before Carer Chris arrived. The Kodak sent the other one taken into the ether. Humph!
I went to the wet room to check I’d not left any taps running. I’m doing this too often lately, and it gets me mad at myself… feeling guilty and depressed. But not this morning. I came out and went to put the kettle on and found the missing pair of long-range glasses sitting on top of the mini oven. This cheered me considerably, and I took the spectacles to the junk room, where I cleaned them, finding out… 
. I must have put them on there and then cooked the sausages for half an hour… the frames are now warped! I didn’t cry, but it was a close thing. But it doesn’t bother me. 
Frustrated, I made a fresh mug of Glengettie tea. And raided my biscuit box. I wish I hadn’t now. 
I looked at Cavendish Vale houses to see if the loft drug growers were at it again. Looks like it to me. Do you see the 
roofs that were defrosted earlier than others? That looks suspicious to me. And there were two police cars and a van on it yesterday evening.
began again, and stayed with me a long time. Everything went hazy. They were extremely short events, but was that a good thing? It seemed I could not get anything right on this block. Each time I came out of one, I had to check everything I’d done and correct it. Also, this is the first time I’ve gone back into a mini seizure so quickly, and on one occasion that I recall, I was putting things right and went off again. What the… I nearly swore then; heck is going on. And this morning, she was all but absent? The nurse thinks they are a part of Peripheral Neuropathy Pete. I searched the web to see if I could find anyone who suffers from it and found anything to counter it. I only got as far as this bit that I’ve copied on neurotransmitters. 
Problems with blood pressure, bowel or bladder control, or swallowing
Cheesy cobs & tomatoes were lovely. 
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At 0440 hrs, I most unwillingly climbed onto the side of the hospital bed and removed the Nocturnal Night Pouch. I had given the urine a too-low rating, so I must change that on the NHS card later; Carer Chris said it was a six. I keep forgetting to change it.
I gathered the waste bin bags into one and left it near the door to take to the rubbish bin later.
with me and avoided going over. 
tea and got the computer booted up. I seemed to be doing well this morning. Only Dizzy Dennis, Cartilage Chloe, and Arthur Itis have been any bother up to now. 
ensued from my innards, warning me to urgently attend the Porcelain Throne.
e leg, and then lowered it… 
which brought on Dizzy Dennis again, and I had to give it a rest for a minute or so. I tried squeezing the transfer tube, twisting the plastic bag, and even praying, 
Drinking and blogging away, and a text message came on my super-modern mobile Nokia phone. A message told me my food order would arrive today within two hours. That will be the food order I’d just told Maryham was due next Tuesday… I assume. Erm?
CorelDraw was playing up now! About an hour later, during which I got nothing achieved on the blog, the intercom chimed in. I was the food order arriving. The driver placed them in the mini-hallway for me, I thanked him, and he asked if I was over 21. I said I’ve not ordered any alcohol, only soft drinks and water? We both laughed, which was nice! Four bags 
worth. I carried them one by one into the kitchenette. I seem to have treated myself to more fish balls, fishcakes and fish fingers, too! Oh, and a bag of potato 
croquettes. I got the frozen put away first. Once again, I had to take the fish balls out of both boxes and jiggle with the food in the freezer to get them in.
It also took a bit of planning to get things in the fridge—not
Afternoon Carer Joanne came, and she was very welcome. I showed her the photo of the last pouch emptying. Can you see the fluff-looking clump that came out after I rejiggled the bag and tube again? I expected the flow to be freer on the next emptying, but no! The flow is still about the width of the darning-needle-eye… at best! I have to bend to encourage it, which merely invites the attention of 
and 
has joined in the assault! Joanne is having trouble with her catheter, so we have that in common and things were not going right for either of us.
I had another go at the blogging. And the landline chirped! It was a lady from the Social Services. The line was terrible. This reminded me that the hearing aids still need sorting out, repaired, and mended. And how do I get a lift there and back? Anyway, she asked if I had time for a Q&A session. I hadn’t really got the time. But this rare, almost unheard-of opportunity to tell someone my problems could not be missed. It was hard work, and the lady shouted some questions after I’d asked her to repeat herself a few times. I mentioned the problems with the ablutions, the hearing aids getting repaired, shopping, the bank, etc. Of course, when she rang off, I thought of so many other things I struggle to get done, but it’s too late now. 
I got some potatoes in the slow cooker. Hopefully, I can have it later with cheese. But we’ll see, it’s getting late now.
crushed cream cakes delivered earlier. Most dissapointing. It looked like finger marks on the icing and cream. The cream had left the bread altogether. Maybe not so bad. I’m going to chew them up anyway. Hehe!
Nosh started. Cheesy potatoes, fish balls, and garden peas.