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My thoughts tend at times to do aerobatics,
It considers itself something of an anthologist,
Memory-Mangling-Malcom: Thus memories missed,
Or shared, swapped, or lost in the mist…
One may reclaim an iota, or some missing bits,
Then new ideas are lost or dismissed,
Mingled with mystery, abstrusest,
Facts glean different interpretations,
Resulting in aberrations, in addition, anon…
Confusion deepens when I recall the first one,
Forget the next one, this brings doubt, mistrust,
A selection of fears, worries and angsts,
Time lost, and the urgency gets overstressed…
One moment you are at the day’s angriest,
Sweat under the armpits, concentration flits,
Frustration, followed by getting depressed,
All you can do is what you deem your best…
Then Anne Gyna kicks off, all over your chest!
Reminding you of Grizelda’s hairy breasts,
Our lamented mutually-loved entangling trysts,
Oh, how I miss those physical exercises…
Gone forever – wanting to cut your wrists…
Like each and all self-controvertists,
You dig out memories and eroticise,
Wondering if this is really wise?
Recall your hatred of Starmer & graffitists,
Am I a sort of inspirationist?
Is it time to metamorphosise? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 05:00hrs: I stirred.
A lovely light shade.
I thought it would be a good idea to try to get the front room tidied & cleaned bit. It still looks the same.
Cut up some tomatoes and put them in the fridge for later on, salted.
Joe checked the neurologist’s text message. And got it up on screen (the letter). It turned out that the appointment is for November.
Carer Ejaz then Joe took photos of Leslie’s leg and ankle with lymphorrhoea throughout the day. The District Nurse came to change the dressing. She seemed concerned about the fluid-filled growth above the ankle joint and took a photo to send to Matron Julie for assessment. Ejaz’s inside of the ankle.
Showing early hours of the ankle fluid swelling, and the tape that Ejaz added to keep the pad on.
After the nurse had been. The fluid-filled sac is obvious and a little larger now. A fresh treatment pack was put on.
While Carer Joe was here, I had a seizure. Joe said it lasted for just a few minutes. Then, took this photo as I was writing on the memory notepad. Minutes later, the seizure arrived. As I got up from the chair, the after effects of this seizure had me over, another tumble. I lurched on my way down, landing on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, whincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibbling, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
A smidge shook up. I should have left it a little longer before getting up after being out of it?
Joe will be off for two days now. Not a pleasant thought at all. He’s saved the day so many times this week, I fear for myself over the weekend. But the lad needs his breaks. Got a wedding to go to as well. I love photos of Pakistani weddings, the joy, the colour, and the celebrations!
I spent many hours on the blog, and it seems to get nowhere with it. I’m still on it now, Sat morning.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Inchy, who is known as a prognosticator,
What’s less known is that Inchy is a wangateur,
A telepathist, a character and mind-reader,
I ought to have been a parapsychologist…
Instead of a street gaslight lighter & snuffer,
I’m not a crystal gazer or tea-leaf reader,
A future events forecaster, a Heralder,
A good but mostly sinister, fatal harbinger,
Events given, we can still outmanoeuvre,
World unity will be needed, so that doesn’t matter. The world will end, the central orchestrator?
Oligarchs, America, China and Russia,
Israel, Middle East unrest, & Starmer,
Before the end, there’ll be many more slaughtered,
These facts are not exactly spirit-transmitted,
I got them when the Grim Reaper visited,
Trump made his move for Canada…
Planning on attacking Greenland later,
China went for Japan, India & Malaysia,
As Poland was attacked by Russia,
Starmer hid in Number 10’s nuclear shelters,
Food & air for years, but no backhanders,
Filled in his expenses claim form first,
As the rockets, missiles, & bombs burst,
Sipped his Dom Perignon Oenotheque Champagne,
Being PM suddenly seemed so nongermane,
It didn’t take him long to go insane… Rayner cut his throat to put him out of pain…
Named herself a P.M., covered Keir with a soutane,
“We may yet be saved by the transundane”,
Farage smiled & told her to shut up again.
They felt the Russian “углубиться глубоко” land,
“углубиться глубоко” means to Drill Down Deep,
After this, we never heard a peep!
Earth burst open, the burning core…
Shot out never to be seen again, anymore,
Now that is total annihilation! Humankind, well and truly all gone,
No worries, jealousy, or smoked bacon!
No murders, kidnapping, or need for a battlewagon,
Freedom, though nobody to show appreciation,
No armies, faiths, greed, or any basilicon,
No medical apparatus needing calibration,
No struggling with the Catheter contraption,
No canceration, concern, or cannibalisation,
Just an eerie trace of capitulation,
No one to tell of humankind’s cessation,
Well, apart from this Ode, or citation!
No colloquium, symposium, or association,Souls within, annoyed, bothered, exasperated,
Peeved, resentful, their thoughts bifurcated,
Heaven or hell, where would you have bivouacked?
Hell or Heaven, neither is a fact…
Words human written and changed, people beguiled,
Why was there no returning Lord?
But, there’s no need for me to overboard,
No fear now, no gun, poison, or sword!
No hackers for us to be threatened,
No battles, no victors, and no defeated,
No choices of drink, no water, vin ordinaire,
No pretender, prizewinner, or purloiner,
No more sausages to mix up with hostages,
No, Glengettie, Grizelda, toast or Tizer,
No feeling iller, sadder or perkier,
No seizures, depressions, or medications,
No regulations, regurgitations, or rehabilitations,
No more fungal lesions or mental visions,
No struggling in making decisions, For tellurians, I found no justifications,
But adored children, puppies & kittens,
In later years, so little jollification,
Starmer was ruining the UK nation,
I felt I was existing, living in isolation,
Carers and nurses have my laudation, Oligarchs have my destestation,
I’ll be gone, so no more prophetisation, – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I got even further behind with yesterday’s blog. (Tomorrow I’ll get even more behind!) Aargh!
Bare threads, just some snaps. I eventually got the computer to read. Night bag.
Morning kitchen view.
Later morning.
Lymphorrhoea Leslie shot taken by my Carer Joe.
It’s not blood coming through the plaster to the cover. It’s a leakage of lymph fluid from the skin’s surface, often appearing as beads or a trickle of fluid, especially in areas affected by Lymphedema. (That’ll be mine) This condition can result from high pressure within the tissues due to Lymphedema, causing the skin to become compromised and leak fluid. It’s essential to manage lymphorrhoea to prevent skin damage and infection. See how knowledgeable I am?
Well, I Googled and copied it, Hehe!
All the other tries to do the latter photos failed, but maybe later tomorrow, my temperamental reader will start to work again. (It didn’t!)
All three trips to the were controlled by . Which meant saving time waiting for a
evacuation to be forced. But spending more time than ever cleaning things up. I just can’t win, can I? Haha!
Carer Ejaz, Joe, Joe again, then Ejaz, today.
. Healthy & Unhealthy Selection Tonight.
Cheesy roll with roast ham & no-butter butter. Onions, mashed potato chunks, cooked crispy in the oven. Five different (one of each) varieties of Isle of Man tomatoes. And a naughty but delicious Silasian pre-cooked hostage… No, no…sausage. I just thought I put this in so Herr Pensioner & Farmer robber, Herr Starmer, can feel less of a fool for his gaffe. Hehehehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Some people are far too cold-blooded,
Many are masked and hooded…
It’s bad enough with criminals, domestic,
Making innocents fear and agoraphobic,
Brawls, fights, altercations, and fracas,
A scuffle can turn into a bloody ruckus,
A squabble, uproar, a ten-man battle,
But when countries go to war…
A hand grenade can kill men by the score,
Children killed by drones they never saw,
Oligarchs: filthy-rich, the proletariats poor,
Breeding discord, disharmony, dissension & more,
Urgeing, uprising, uproar as they clamour…
To sell weapons they supply, for more & more,
Encouraging violence, anarchy, even heresy,
Ensuring inharmoniousness, no peace anymore,
No one dared to challenge Putin’s Ukrainian war.
Now, similar ideas are coming from Starmer,
Trump threatens Greenland & Canada,
Aggression greeted with apathy…
The Middle East, with even more ferocity…
The West does nothing volitionally,
So, wars, conflicts, hostilities, and animosity…
Bloodshed, confrontation, discord and enmity,
Few citizens are generally syntonic,
More people are turning Satanic…
Youths need drugs, glue, something somnific,
Lone pensioners’ lives are pathetic, threnetic,
This Ode is sounding a little threnodic,
Humankind seems understandably tenebrific,
To pacifists, wars and violence are petrific, To the murderous cliquey-elite, the Oligarchic…
What use is your wealth?
If you kill off the Earth?
The deaths you organise…
Yes, you do profit wealthwise,
You can afford the best healthwise,
The cruelty & greed that you epitomise…
I’m trying here to philosophise,
Why? I don’t claim to realise,
that the financial elitists,
Must they have their frailties?
Too late, the World cannot be stabilised,
Earth’s wealth & assets you have conquered,
By the greedy, you were revered,
As long as they were back-handed,
While bombed children, starved & died! Wars, death, will peace ever be revived?,
Will peace ever be accepted?
Can hatred be overcome or aborted?
Will armageddon let the poor be watered?
Why are crooked politicians never convicted?
Starmer’s many fibs, corrected, or correlated?
Ex-barrister; so they might get copyrighted,
If Keir, Putin & Trump were ousted…
I’d prefer it if they were cremated,
Or, hung drawn & quartered,
Would the proletariat voters be contented?
No! New weapons would be invented,
Peace would again be circumvented,
Relatives of the dead and wounded…
Would not be noticed or comforted,
A new liar-crook would be elected,
World Peace will never be an achievement,
War’s continuation, deprivation & bereavement,
Cost of living ever more accrescent,
The coming of the Lord is still abeyant,
Blood flows, citizens acquiescent,
Is this my summer of discontent?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A sparse one today, I didn’t get the Ode finished until Thursday gone noon. No photos were being recognised again on the Computer, but a few were on Thursday afternoon. Very weird! Up at 05:10hrs. My night bag was removed. Revealing a bright light shade for the NHS record. Started on the Graphics for the blog.
Carer Ejaz did a quick call. Medications, and he hoovered a bit. I forgot to ask him to empty the bucket and put the vacuum on charge.
Mini seizures kicked off. It’s incredible how unbalanced I feel when I come back. The longer ones seem easier to recover from. I think I shouldn’t have said that!Not with my luck. Haha!
Grammarly problems delayed me further. I started to download the CCleaner update, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with the new layout. I thought I’d got it downloaded and in the file. But no. I’ll have to wait until Carer Joe arrives, I’d be lost without his help.
Carer Joe saved the day yet again! He went through the uploading procedure, and ‘Wallah!’, it was loaded and installed. Still confused over what two of the three programmes are all about. Joe opened some mail, and there was nothing to worry about. I did forget to ask him about the hospital and the Audio clinic appointments situation. Tsk! I’ll ask him tomorrow, if I remember to. (I did! )
I got some photos adapted into graphics, and they turned out all right. Only these two, though. Isle of Man tomatoes, five different varieties. Hashed potato chunks. The red spring onion was massive and so strong, it was lovely! Two ready-to-eat Silesian sausages. Salt & vinegared. I ate two cheesy-topped bread rolls with them, no fillings needed.
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Yes, I had one in 1966, then again in 1973!
Passing my driving test, oh, the glee!
First sex with Grizelda it went perfectly,
Wonderful, Grizzly didn’t laugh at Little Inchie,
A Deutsch policewoman and me, a booboisie,
We mingled with synchronicity & ecstasy, I’ve strayed from the plot this Ode was to be!
It’s prompted my memory, delightfully…
Assure to be ardently amorous, & steamy,
Her dark eyes would turn enticingly…
At the bed, where I’d land after she threw me,
Our entanglement had a sense of celestially,
Our ravishings ended with me acting euphorically,
Grizelda stood up, looking divinely statuesquely,
Nodded at the mock fur carpet, looking invitingly,
Lifted me and down on the fur, soon to look tatty,
Two hours more activities, and we were sweaty,
We went down and resumed on the settee,
She’d stand, looking voluptuously, & curvaceously,
Gawd, she was pneumatic, muscular & chesty,
She’d ask for a lift home, in the Skoda, invitingly,
I knew what was in store for Inchy…
Seats laid back flat, sex in the car, exquisitely!
We performed in fortissimo, aggressively, Supercalifragilisticexpialidociously! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – THIS DAY IN HISTORY June 16th has seen a variety of significant historical events in 1779. Spain declared war on Britain. Initiating the Great Siege of Gibraltar. In 1963, Valentina Tereshkova became the first woman in space aboard the Soviet spacecraft Vostok 6. Additionally, in 1982, the South Wales coalfields experienced a significant strike in support of striking health workers. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Got about 2 hours of sleep in. Up late catching up on the blog. Tired to start with, but I had to rise to attend to the ablutions and medications. First, to wash the pots from last night’s so-called meal. I washed out the leaking fridge, which cost me half an hour. Went to the wet room to make a start. Porcelain Throne duties first. All over quickly, Trotsky Terence was in charge. Cleaning up, I had a fear that I may have left the hot tap running in the kitchen, and I hobbled to check on it; I HAD! Took ages to get the mess cleaned up, but no alarm sounded.
Emptied the catheter pouch.
So, there is no hot water for shaving or ablutions until teatime, and Matron Jackie is calling on me today. Bet she’ll be happy sniffing at my BO?
This is a good start. I may well beat last week’s tap-leaving-on record high. Humph!
I took the plaster and tape off of the leg wound. No bleeding, just a few electric shocks going up the leg. Lymphorrhea Leslie, Glaucoma Gladys and the pain from the catheter tube were the main ailments. Soon to be reassessed as more quickly as Toothache Tiffany kicked off.
The computer took three tries before it booted. And it was refusing to read the SD card.
Carer Ejaz arrived. Issued the meds. Hoovered, I remembered to ask him to empty the box and put the machine on charge. We emptied the dust box together. He took a look at the leg; no action was needed, no bleeding and not much pain. Well, I say that, but the neurotransmitters were sending electric shocks up the leg that came a bit keen.
As I was blindly trying to get the computer to boot, I thought I’d put the TV on and catch the news. But No! As last night, the Virgin box was unlit. I faffed about to tighten the eight sockets and six power outlets. But it was useless. I’ll ask Carer Joe to assist when he comes.
Did the belated Health & Blood Checks. Okay!
Carer Joe arrived. No medications are required, but I did ask for help with the TV and the new dust magnet thingamabob. Joe To The Rescue Again – TWICE! Within minutes, he locates the problem with the TV and resolves it, getting it working again. Then showed me how to close the Bush TV down. I’ve forgotten now, but I’ll ask him again later… if I remember. Then, he fitted and fluffed the Dust Magnet after showing me how to fit it up. Thanks, Joe!
I took some rare photos of the late afternoon puffer clouds. Thinking I was wasting my time in just hoping the reader would work… I got five earlier and tried to upload them… Just these three are accepted.
To the left and the City. Straight ahead, Sherwood, Basford. To the Right Daybrook, Arnold.
Time to get some food. Veg with peas, Lung Po sauce, and sourdough bread. I had so little sleep last night that I hope I don’t fall asleep while eating it.
Tired and frustrated again. I turned on the TV. Then, I turned off the computer to clean and apply cream to the leg injury. The damned TV went off!
I spent a considerable amount of time trying everything I could to find the problem. I even put the computer back on, thinking that it is linked. But it made no difference. Plugs and attachments were where checked to see if they were attached. I couldn’t find a reboot button on the sender box thingy. I gave up and medicated the looking-rough right leg injury.
The area affected looked like it was spreading. No bleeding, however, but body water was leaking out of the Lymphorrhoea Linda patch where I hit in the Accifauxpas. It was soon stinging. Some blood veins were protruding in the lower leg near the ankle and on the foot. Not that I was overly concerned, as the Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media TV going down yet again annoyed me. I put the computer back on and asked Google if Virgin Media was experiencing an outage in my area. It told me, “There have been Virgin Media supply problems in your area today”. Providing me with a list of contacts to reach out to for details.
However, a bit of good fortune and hope arrived; Carer Joe returned and, within ten minutes, had got the TV working again. What a godsend this man, Joe, is to me. Thank you again, mate!
I went to celebrate after Joe had departed. Taking this shot of the evening view on offer from the kitchenette window. No idea what was causing the reflection. It looked like something blue, part of a building behind or in the clump of trees.
Vegetable stew with a hint of mushroom ketchup and a touch of basil added to the mix. I added some vegetable gravy before cooking in the microwave for 7 minutes. Added a Silesian sausage. I had a bit of a while eating it. Hard to believe, I know! I made and put in too much gravy and decided to spoon some out of the microwave bowl… An hour or so later, I’d retrieved the microwave dish and the stew from the kitchen floor and mopped it. I made it all again, spittingly!
I Hope Matron Calls tomorrow. Alto-Inchy tells that she will. The leg is giving me a lot of grief.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Erm, Grizelda, definitely! Something else will come to me, Hopes that may come true, antipoverty, This will fail due to the oligarchy, Peace, end to wars; I’d love to see, Stop politicians from lying & dishonesty. Love all, thick, thin or with aduncity, Black, yellow, red, white or pinky, Stop bullies who act asseveratingly, Stop Starmer from killing another pensioner, Use the NHS medically, not politically All act agreeably, cooperatively, supportingly, To those who struggle with disability, I mean mentally as well as physically, Could they have free balneotherapy?
Oligarchs adverts are pure baloney…
Sentencing rich & poor haphazardly,
Herr Starmer has great intransigency,
He lectures/talks recalcitrantly,
With inflexibility, audacity, and temerity,
Sycophantically, sanctimoniously…
Tells porkies, misleads, repeatedly,
A freebooter, hoodwinker, & flimflammer,
A Labour Party disavower & traitor,
Obvious to all, he’s a four-flusher,
A terminator, like Schwarzenegger,
A backhander-seeking scavenger,
Sausages & hostages, has he got aphasia?
I think he ought to try some tincture…
Arsenic, cyanide, or belladonna!
Of course, this Ode is only theoretical. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I’M FINDING IT HARD TO BELIEVE HOW MANY ACCIFAUXPAS AND WHOOPSIEDAGLEPLOPS I HAVE HAD EVERY DAY FOR AT LEAST THE LAST SIXTEEN. ARGGH!
AT LEAST MAINLY Naturally, the daily intake of Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifaupas, and frustrations joined the regular mistakes, failures, and self-loathing, as well as cursing my inability to do almost anything without dropping, knocking something over, forgetting, experiencing seizures, mind-blanks, or banging into various now-damaged pits of the sparse furniture and fittings. Accompanied today by Toothache Tiffany, Anne Gyna, Trotsky Terence on the Porcelain Throne, and the damned catheter tube yanking on poor Little Inchie, making his fungal lesion bleed & hurt.
The computer uploaded some photos and graphics early. All good. Doing the top section went well. Then, when I went to empty the catheter bag, I tipped it into the WC and went to the kitchen to wash the jug. This jug, which I’ve used for the last three years or so, has disappeared; it seems to have vanished. I went back to the computer, and it was completely blank; I couldn’t get it to reboot. No need to tell you how uptight, angry and depressed I was. I spent hours and had two Carers call whilst I was trying everything I could think of that might have gone wrong. I gave up and moped about. I made a meal; there’s no point in photographing it. I didn’t eat much anyway. Most went into the bin.
Many hours later, I tried again. Being unsure which of the many plugs were attached to which bit of software would usually have made me very weary. But not now; I thought the computer had had its time and died a valiant death after being used every single day, sometimes for 15 hours a day, by an aged thicko. It had done well to last this long. Combined with my not being able to get anyone to take a look at the problems for me and all those times I was using it while in a seizure, it deserves a medal.
Making about my fifth search for the lost urine tub (No luck),I decided to make something to eat. As I moved nearer the sink, I caught the tough skin of the ankles against a plastic sharp lid edge. Lymphorrhoea Leslie bled away, leaving some spray of blood on the kitchen floor. It’s still there; no callers noticed it. I managed to stop the bleeding and applied a large plaster over the wound, then taped it in place. It’s not a pretty job, but when I changed it for a clean one later on, it looked okay to me. Barely a scratch, really. He says bravely. Hehe! I had to backtrack because I went astray chronologically, and I also left the hot faucet/tap running, which resulted in losing all the hot water. Well, fancy that, I’ve not done that since yesterday, Saturday! Humph!
The Carers today were Manpreet two, Joe, then Carer Rozma; no, I think it was Carer Jyoti. But then again, I am famous for getting confused. Especially when under stress and after a series of short, sharp seizures. I had a good few of them today. I don’t know how I found the time. Tsk!
On Joe’s last call, he helped try to sort out the computer again. We tried three times, and I was ready to give up. But Joe charged a plug socket, and we tried once again. It took ages to get it to go… But amazingly, it did. We kept getting options for each effort, but we couldn’t select them. This time, it went through, and wallah! Carer Joe did it again.
Rescued Me! Saved The Day! 👍🏻🙏🏻
Naturally, I expect that the next time I try, it will not work again, so I got on with the blog. If it doesn’t go down again, I will try my best to post this blog as soon as possible.
The computer allowed me to upload two photos taken after the calamitous Blue Screen situation was sorted by Carer Joe and blind-leading-the-blind. Then, the reader was not identified again. Grrr!
A later-than-usual photo was taken from the kitchen window. Well, it’s now gone midnight, and this snap was taken just before. What a fantastic sight!
This one was taken just after I got the dressing on the wounded leg. (Sympathy-seeking again? Hehe!)
Better get this posted. Matron Jackie coming tomorrow, and she can come early sometimes. This looked much worse than it was. When I changed the plaster and cleaned There was no bleeding at all.
Fingers crossed that the computer starts in the morning… PLEASE! If you hear nowt for a bit, it might have packed up again. Oh, fear, great fear!
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I thought caring was good. Am I right?
Then I had a dream about this last night,
1941 Russia cared to attack Ukraine,
2014, Then later, Putin did it again…
Will he decide to go nuclear?
With the Middle East, end up a sandy billabong?
Who profits from this bloody bifurcation?
Oligarchs assuring weapons and ammunition?
Babies die of bullets and malnutrition,
There is no longer any safe bastion…
For the innocent, proletariat or bezonian,
No escaping the warmonger’s bothrium…
Aggressors scorn corroboration or cooperation,
It bodes gloom and fear for every citizen,
I can envisage only total annihilation,
Deaths & suffering is not in the emotional equation,
Compassion is beyond the Oligarch’s abilities,
And the aggressive, belligerent militarists,
The pouting of the toothless jingoists,
Thinking they are safe, hidden in the West,
How do they respond to the confrontationists?
They threaten with undoable, timid threats,
They likely read this in the Readers Digest,
What to do? They haven’t the slightest…
Attack or cower? Well, cometh the hour,
They’ll likely be having an all-nighter…
In a Downing Street nuclear bomb shelter,
Starmer will be busy taking a back-hander…
Trump may be consulting a witch or auger,
The chances of peace getting absurder,
Russian troops move into the French border,
Missiles launched from every western power,
The sky glows, then the earth will shatter…
St. Peter’s job is going to get busier! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:25hrs: The senile old chap woke up and fumbled his way out of the hospital bed that he could not recall getting into last night. Sad, innit?
Removed the attached nocturnal pouch from the day bag and saved some before emptying it for the Carer to assess/grade.
Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.
Constipation Conrad is still in control. And, just as reluctant as yesterday to start the motion. So, a chance to have a long session with the crossword. A not very successful one, I have to admit. About 20 minutes later, the activity began, so slowly and painfully again. 5 more minutes and the last of the clumps of four almost rectangular-shaped fairly-solid turds had hit the water, Phew!
Cleaned up, did a bit of medicating, and off the kitchenette, I hobbled.
Where I took two photos of the excellent green ground surrounding the flat. The tree copse on the left, with the gravel footpath I used to walk up every day of the week. Well, not if it was icy or snowing. Then I opened the balcony end window to take a view of the car park’s dead end. I caught some of the flats on the corner. Again, there is a scarcity of birdlife for some unknown reason. But the good thing was that no seagulls were squawking about searching for squirrels, mice and smaller birds for breakfast. I expect them to arrive soon, as they seem to come inland for the wintertime, as soon as it begins to get cold on the seacoast.
I got on with updating yesterday’s Thursday blog.
Luckily, getting up early again, I was able to finish it and send it off before any of the Carer’s arrived.
Carer Elaz turned up.
Medications were issued to me. They went down without any bother today. Then Ejaz did some barrier creaming. We both agreed that the catheter leg bag changes would be on Tuesdays from here on.
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgruppenführeress Warden, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, came to conduct an Alert Alarm Check Test with Nottingham City Homes Control. She got an engaged tone! That was a first! I mentioned the high blood pressure, and she reviewed the Excel sheet. Dean called Matron Jackie for me and explained the worries. Matron said she would call me on Monday to check things out. That was kind of Deana and Matron. Also, it prevents me from forgetting to ask Carer Joe when he comes in a while.
Back to the blogging. I was well into deleting photographs from the WordPress Gallery to save storage space, as it was blocking everything I wished to do. I’d deleted, well, I imagine, fifty graphics when Carer Joe arrived.
He checked out the Amazon catheter muslin leg bags he’d ordered for me. Finding out that they were indeed small-sized ones, I. The ones with a blue line are Large, and the brown line is medium. Comparing the ones I bought with the ones I’m wearing proved to us that we should have ordered medium or large, which are naturally more expensive. They look awfully narrow to me. Ah, well, we’ll see on Tuesday how they fit. Might be okay.
Pie in the sky on TV, I’ll make summat to eat and dine while watching it. A Favourite of mine.
Preparing this meal had its Accifauxpas moments!.
ONE: I dropped the pot with the garden peas in it. The peas that fell (20 or so) spread out all over the floor. I swore! Cleaning up, I counted the retrieved peas. All six of them. It was like ants feeling after being disturbed. How the peas knew the shortest route to get under the freezer, cooker, and cabinet is beyond my comprehension. I continued (Still cursing) to make the meal. Irish Stew, the last can. Scrapped out the fat from the top of the tin. Put the contents in a microwave-safe dish, added the gravy I had made, and stirred it… Adding some mushroom ketchup and gently a drop of the liquid gravy thickener. The bottle just went through my fingers the moment I felt Colin Cramps kicking of in my fingers. Dropping the bottle into the food tray. Splashing some contents out onto the stove, floor, my slippers, and dressing gown. I was losing heart and interest now!
However, I think I kept up the tirade of expletives, & blaspheming throughout my cleaning-up session.
I took off the mould from the bread. Saving a good few slices. Which dwindled each time I spotted more green mould as I dunked them in the stew while eating. Grumph! As you can see in the photo, I poured the contents into a clean, smaller bowl and the slices of bread on the small tray. It looked horrible. But I ate most of it. Not the bread!
The tiredness was dawning early again today. I turned off the computer and went to wash the pots. I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running again! So, no ablutions could be done. But, as soon as Pie in the Sky had finished showing, sleep, heavenly sleep came easily. About two hours later, I recall having a weird but satisfying dream about Grizelda! We were doing things that I could no longer physically do, and boy, I was in euphoria! The landline ringing dragged me from ecstasy. It was Carer Ejaz. This morning, it was a lift out of action; now, the intercom on the outer foyer was not working. The lad could not get in! He asked me to go down to let him in. Which I did! I didn’t see a soul on my trip down to the foyer, let him in, and we went back up to the flat. Medications were issued, and barrier creaming was sorted. Quick body check. Now, the lad being even further behind with his rounds, Ejaz departed.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I looked from my kitchenette window, Viewing my favourite tree copse below, I checked on my cooking avgolemono, Listened to the bird’s calling in arioso, But not a single one was in view, though, My hectic life went into adagio, So few clouds today were on show, Why? Well, nature would know, Someone gave their car hooter a blow… Down photo the cars in this banlieue, Parking spaces are free, that’s not usually so To the left, my camera did go, Bushes, animals in the undergrowth, Squirrels, birds, insects, I imagine, Foxes, beavers, fungi & moles may be hiding, I had to stop, to do my abluting, Constipation Conrad, painful to get moving, Medications, Morphine, Furosomide, Amoxicillin, Lansoprazole, Peptac, and Warfarin, Beta Blockers, Ramipril & Codeine, Olive oiled the ears, Phorpain & Atorvastatin, Various body parts needed barrier-creaming, Harold Haemorrhoids needed Germoloiding, Eyes sprayed and nasal drops squirting,
Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmenting, By the time it was done, I felt done in, Food arrived from Mr Sainsbury, I got it all put away, I’ll not starve today, Dusk already, where went the day? This arrived for the Carer’s to see… It came from the NHS for me,
IF YOU FIND ANYONE IN A SEIZURE Grand meal at the end of the day, Irish Stew, With bread and sausages, too! Garden peas added, more than a few, Today, there was less ballyhoo. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Fare Thee Well – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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An ever awakening, lousy night’s kip,
Today, I all but lost the script…
Started okay but ended up like a damp squid,
I wouldn’t have today again for a 1,000,000 quid!
I really was error-ridden and sad…
I tried to contact Mum & Dad; it was that bad,
These things listed, I suffered and had…
I’ve now got a bruised, bleeding toenail,
A computer that drove me up the wall,
CorelDraw’s not useable at all!
The photo reader? Photos unacquirable!
Not working, no access, most frustratable!
Dropped the saucepan and a bottle…
What a mess and kerfuffle!
Again, I had a dizzy and took a tumble,
Hot water left to run cold, so unavailable,
These events are not chronological,
The last few days have been terrible,
Today, I upgraded to abominable,
Told my Carer my woes, sounding comical,
My brain was cynical, then went cryptical,
Self-hatred, guilt, thoughts pathetical,
Accepting again, no longer controversial,
Then in crept a new idea… it was crematorial,
Life seems circumscribable yet choplogical…
The wave of bad luck that’s unstoppable?
Here’s the early photos that were importable, Urine assessment, colourful… The kitchen view is not so colourful, Calendar clock, just before my first tumble, So glad I got the Copse shot; it is beyond beautiful, Made room for the next delivery, but minimal,
Ordered some medicine, bronchial,
I worried not of anything cosmeceutical,
But, struggled with anything practical,
Had a few wicked thoughts that were biblical,
My dreams were either cryptical or cynical…
Will Starmer ever be assassinationable?
Nothing’s straightforward but curvilineal,
It’s been too long since I had a cuddle,
Failures; is it me that is culpable?
As for when I last got romantic & coital…
Which is now physically impossible…
I might be coming across as cacodaemoniacal?
As I await things becoming cataclysmical,
I dreamt of things perfect, paradisaical,
Then the dream sort of went physical…
I fell out of bed; it could have been lethal,
The catheter bag burst, forming a puddle!
Cleaning things up, I got in a muddle,
Will a day ever again be wonderful?
With heavenly moments of being peaceful?
Or stay mausoleal & ever depressible? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today was another struggle, Not everything was detrimental, High-Mood-Horis (HMH), my virtual alchemist… Sadly, missed me off of his visiting list, Dark Deep Dank Depressing Duncan didn’t! His visit & my plans had no denouement, If I had any, I may have taken a deliriant, HMH brings a temporary disentanglement, This turns me into a temporary recusant. A couldn’t-care-lesser dissident, But HMH’s visits are unreliable & transient, Concerns, fears and worries are agitated, The easy-going moments are replaced, Check stocks of medications & liniment, Taos & catheter need to be checked, Mistakes, accifauxpas, are re-afflicted, Self-battles, arguments to be altercated, Thoughts to be abandoned or alternated, Food out-of-date to be oven-incinerated, The meaning of life, not yet comprehended,
Waiting for death, to be awarded. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I LIVE IN HOPE – I ACCEPT FAILURE
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – When I was ten, I was accused of debauchery,
I asked Dad if that meant moral decay or indecency,
He replied; Well, more decadency & depravity,
None of these words meant owt to me,
Get that wood chopped; we need to make money,
Or the whole family will end up eleemosynary! – – – – – –
Of course, romance played a big part in my life,
Not that I ever got around to a wife…
Plans in that area left all skewwhiff,
What wiv me being under-tackled & a dwarf,
Romance? I wetted many a handkerchief,
At 14, passions & urges beginneth,
Old age? Satisfactions no longer cometh,
The only urge is to live until your hundredth!
Of course, I’m talking in Double-Dutch! – – – – – –
Vit B12 shortage, problems, aneurysmatic
I’m not bothered, I’m almost apathetic,
But I’m keeping up being altruistic,
Joanne has a trapped nerve; doctors call it a tick?
Her Catheter problems, too, are autonomic,
Starmer rants on, being absolutistic,
Existing life gets more threnetic,
His action get evert more anapodeictic,
The UK is like Atlantis or the Titanic,
As Keir takes backhander, sipping gin & tonic,
Seeking self-wealth, to be aristocratic,
His lies leave a taste, foully aromatic,
Leaders, bring the end of all things telluric,
The chance of surviving? Microscopic, or telescopic! – – – – – –
A rush job from here on, I’m afraid. Please forgive any mistakes, errors, or logical inconsistencies. Things missed off, anything out of sync. In fact, any Whoopsiedangleplopperies. I thank you. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Pretty pink this morning, Haha!
Carer took this snap after an earlier tumble.
Don’t think I’ve used it before.
AGAIN! Concrete comes to mind.
My ankles looking better this morning.
Morning view. This one was taken higher up.
Carer Rozma called. Meds, she checked my strong, muscular, young, driving-women-mad body. Alright, alright, I was only joking. Hehehe! Treat the back, & toes. I’ve acquired new pains under the same two toes on each foot. She said no marks or discolourations were showing. I suppose it might be the rheumatism spreading?
The bottom field looked attractive. Now, they have moved the empty bottles, carrier bags, birth-prevention rubbers, food and used needles away. Although they do not show in this photo, the gorgeous spring flowers are blooming. Buttercups, daisies, crocus, I think I recognised in the zoomed-in shot on the camera that I took of them. Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court is the presence of hobgoblins, spectres, gnomes, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubi, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, and spirits. Or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, and logicality were already on the wane. Accompanied by Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, FND, Dark, Deep, Depressing Duncan, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, various types of seizures, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie and Fata Morganas.
Along with murdering Starmer in power. Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, abilities fading and reducing, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes. Plus, the arrival of a new hopelessness & despair never known before. Just thought that I’d mention it. The Doctor might read this. Not that anything will change, but rather more a nudge to pinpoint guilt and beg for help.
The afternoon events reminiscences are sketchy. A long blank in the notes on the pad. Seizures, I assume, along with my confused state of mind. It’s better than no mind… or is it?
What few notes I found for the evening were largely unreadable, apart from a few odd words. They are scrawled yet bold. Was I angry at myself for something? Of no use, but I’ll copy those I could decipher, for you and me to imagine what I was writing: ‘_onrad off again.’ ‘needs correcting.’ ‘come it.’, and ‘_ r _ing’, ‘far t_ _ welcome’.
Late evening views. Can you see the ghost or the rabbit?
Carers Rozma, Manpreet & Mizra today. I’m almost sure it was.
So tired and confused. This came on earlier than usual. Boy, did I need, want sleep! Had to wait for the last Carer, so dared not sit down to fall asleep yet; I’d not hear the intercom when the Carer rang it to let them in. Once she came, did me, and left, I made some food. I had the last of the gorgeous but tooth-damaging Hunter sausages. And took extra care not to burn the potatoes.
Well, I did, but not a lot, as you can see.
A final photo. I was surprised at how light it came out. Have I used the wrong one again? Tsk!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I recall when life seemed concatenated, When Mother left no questions unanswered, Except when she was in prison, then it’d be Dad, When the grass was greener, the peace peacefuller, Folks either deeply religious or had Zeusophobia, Serious & farcical things were confabulated, Doors unlocked, yards were ungated… Saucepan bottoms were copper-plated, Boots-crappers & doorsteps were washed, We got more than money in gratifications, A pride when we got it right, no bonuses, Oh, yes, there were many sybaritisms, Some innocent, playful, many a teaser, No need for drugs or booze to find pleasure, Things changed so fast as I grew older, No doubt the world’s grown absurder, Time runs out for passion and adventure, Stopped the death penalty, 1964, November,
Now, it’s daily murder after murder,
Which is not suitable for a worrier,
Scarier, now we have elected Starmer!
How can he claim to a PM that’s Labour?
Keir’s anti-pensioner, farmer and worker,
I reckon he’s also a misandristic anthropophobic,
The truth, reality? He’s totally denialistic,
Starmer the dangerous, spurious, demagogic,
The word to describe him is bisyllabic!
HINTS AND TIPS FOR WHIPPER-SNAPPERS,
ON POSSIBLE UPCOMING HEALTH RISKS,
Kicking off with a duodenal ulcer, Optician, dentist, hearing aids, then a Carer,
Life gets to treat you uncaringly & unfairer,
Oh, you’ll get shot twice, I did, in 1986, September,
See how easy it is to distantly remember?
A new mechanical Aorta Valve for the ticker,
A Stroke that took me ages to recover…
Sent to a nursing home, not again, please, never!
Then, Cartilage agony & Peripheral Neuropathy,
Which will later be reassessed as being FND,
Went deaf, got Anne Gyna, then, this frit me…
Dementia, Psychoneurosis, Incogniscent Impairment,
Neurotransmitter went out of alignment,
My brain not reading the messages that they sent,
My nerve ends are unable to be acquiescent…
Visa Vera, to the instructions the brain sent!
That’s why I find myself on the floor, amazed,
I went to bedlam to be further appraised,
Had many of these for the Dementia, I was aghast,
Diagnosed Lewy body dementia,
Then, Alzheimer’s diabetic Dementia
Then it changed to vascular Dementia,
Next, possibly Frontotemporal Dementia?
But the last one was not even Dementia…
PreMordid Cognitive Impairment, more tests, I fear,
You may suffer more; all anthropogenic,
You’ll need to keep medications, antileukemic,
You’ll need drugs, alcohol or mayhap tools alembic,
The world’s end will not necessarily be atomic,
Afford a spot in a shelter; it’ll be claustrophobic,
Any faiths left will likely be Oligarch or Druidic,
Meeting your end, try to be rhapsodic…
I can get cannabinoids, CBD all synthetic,
Then you can die euphoric, cause you lived pilgarlic! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Another short on detail job. Another day of being with it and out of it! Called twice on me, though. It’s time for a third visit, I hope. Of course, my regular can-be-certain of well-outdid Horis. I had several mini-seizures while Carer Mizra and then Carer Manpreet called. When talking and subjects change, it is impossible to get back to what I was going to say. Although Carer Mizra has an excellent memory and helped me regain some things that had slipped permanently into oblivion. Hehehe!
Classed as an NHS 6 on the scale.
First view from the kitchenette window. A smidge bleak looking.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Which gave me plenty of time to tackle the crosswords. I didn’t do too well today. I found three errors from yesterday, but I was unable to find the correct answers to a single clue. Humph! I went back to the kitchen to gather the necessary items for my ablutions… . Only to find I’d left the danged flipping hot water tap running yet again! A bit of naughty language was involved in the self-lambasting that followed.
I dangerously had to carry hot water from the kitchen sink on three trips so I could have a shave. No accidents, and only one cut shaving under my chin.
One more water trip and I got back to the wet room with a bucket of hot water, enough to use in the stand-up scrub-up, safely… !
I stubbed my toes against the porcelain pedestal. Smack on the ingrowing toenail toe! It hurt so much more than usual; I think this is not a good sign.
Somehow, as I was doing the medicating, a headache like the one from yesterday kicked in over the same left eye and up onto the top of the head. Then, the depression joined in, and I kept going into reality and out of it and carried on all day. I was a totally different idiot than the one who woke up two hours ago! Concentration crumbled.
I took a snap of the much-change view.
Went to change the clock calendar and make a start on the Friday blog. Carer Manpreet (I think) arrived. I got lost trying to keep up with the conversation, as it constantly shifted between subjects. Manpreet, a pleasant gal, issued the medications; I asked for Peptac and an extra 30g of Codeine. The headache had now been joined by Anne Gyna on one of her more virile attacks. This only confused me further.
I think I’m getting the timings out of sync again. Manpreet came well before I went on the computer. Sorry about that. I’ll carry on if you don’t mind. We shared farewells, and the gal departed. I must try to concentrate. I got the computer out of sleep mode, determined to get the Friday blog finished early. I didn’t, of course!
I started on the blog. Then, I realised I had no clean nightwear, so I had to wash one out for the morning. So, I did
As I started once more to finish the blog, neighbour Jenny 🍪🌺💗 came in with some bikkies for me; bless her. Now, things got even worse. I had completely forgotten about the blog and started searching the web for Birds Eye Potato Bites. Ocado had some online. But I don’t need an order yet. However, when I invested, I found that they were cheaper than J Sainsbury, which does not sell them for delivery; they are only available in-store. However, Ocado was selling them for £10 for 5. £2.52 a single pack. I made an order for the week after next – I hope they are still on offer then.
Then, as I got back to starting the blog… The Catheter Contraption supplies were delivered. I put the box on the bed (and forgot about it; it is still there).
Then, as I got back to starting the blog… Carer Mizra (I think) arrived. I honestly can’t remember much until the evening; I went into a confused state of grade 1 mode, baffled, basically.
Can’t recall taking this. Rain again.
Remember the lady who does my hand laundry who didn’t turn up last week? She arrived. The good bit is she was not poorly, but on holiday and forgot to tell me about it. She took all the dirty nightshirts with her. I have two left, one of which will have to be washed each day until she brings the others back. I’m so glad she was not ill; bless her.
PM shot, I presume
Mizra and Rosma did the Carer calls today. (I think)
I found this on the SD card.
Possible Friday or Saturday meal. No, this is Saturdays. I remember using the last of the potato bites now. And burning my finger as I was getting them out of the oven and dropping the tray on the floor.
Ah, it’s coming back…
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