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I say activist, it’s a Carer, to be honest…
To my tree copse, too far to get to the forest,
With Lymphorrhea, seizures & my wounded wrist,
The trip had to be cancelled: it’ll be sorely missed,
The nurse hasn’t arrived yet to examine my neurolysis,
If she does come, she just might get a kiss…
Matron may call, look at my eczema & mucinosis,
Must get to the bank, or I’ll be penniless.
I had a minute today, pondering Starmers’ fakiness,
His intractable recalcitrances & profligacies,
His lies, his greed and his perfidies,
His transgressions, wrongdoings and peccancies,
His cabinet has far too many numbnutses,
Keirs’ deviations from truth, mendacity & aberrances,
Why has he not aroused more hatred & abhorrences?
He has certainly lit up my venomousness!,
Starmer’s antics take over the Ode again. I’m remiss!
Lack of rain, the poor agriculturalists,
Ah, the door chime chimed; mayhap one of the nurses?
Nope, it’s a Carer to give me my medications,
Old ailments are back again, there’s Earache Erasmus,
Colin Cramps and Paradoxical Dylan Dyskinesias,
The seizures? Still waiting to see etiologists.
To know why I contracted Merit’s Ménière’s Disease,
Possibly connected with Loss Of Balance, Belinda, perhaps?
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Although, yet again, DDDD-Darius is back. With me now. The Horis visits were the best times of the morning, day, week, & Month! I may try to smile a little; Carer Ejaz has the camera.
I did my best!
Snaps of the day!
Darkest urine for a while.
Early to rise today, 04:10hrs.
Straight on with the
Reversal in the 
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Washed, shaved, Porcelain Thrones.
Then made a brew of Glengettie tea.
This is when the seizures kicked off.
All short ones, but so many of them. Although I thought I’d fallen asleep at one time while doing the blog, I could have been having a prolonged seizure. I’m not sure. If so, it was one of the longest ones I’ve ever had. Well over five hours. I couldn’t have been asleep that long… could I? I can recall the Carers coming, Ejaz and then Mizra. I’m sure something happened to cheer me up. Because Hih Mode Horis was with me for hours.
I’m confusing myself as I read the few scribbled notes on the memory pad. And despite being on the computer for hours, so little had been done when I came around from one of the later short seizures and was suffering confusion and loss of balance again; I realised that, upon waking up or possibly coming round from the long sleep or seizure, I felt fine.
The bafflement got some new energy when I realised none of the three medical calls on the calendar had been to see me. I soon realised that I had most likely scheduled them for the wrong day. Humph!
Then fretted over which day they were for. I’ll be in a pickle if they are all for Wednesday!
I’m sure they must be for Tuesday, tomorrow.
Just had a quick prayer there!
I’ve a caller on the calendar for Wednesday evening between 5:30 and 6:30 p.m.
I just hope the Dentist gets the teeth done in time.
I semi-panicked a bit then. I double-checked the calendar, and the appointment is for 14:40 hours; I thought it was 15:40. (I’m waffling on well here, Haha.) They might schedule an appointment for later to have the teeth removed and set up the necessary procedure to have dentures supplied.
I just had a short-lived seizure. A minute, maybe. I felt myself going. I had to wait for fifteen minutes to clear my head before writing this, and it’s still not right, and Glaucom Gladys is getting foggy, and it’s a rare event… I’ve got a cracking headache now.
Going to take a Codeine. Dizzy Dennis and Lost-Balance Belinda want to play.
Cooking-Mode-Engaged!
Sarnies made with soft Farmhouse sliced bread.
No butter-butter, loaded with Brunswick ham. On the dish: Two reheated potatoes, and beer-battered chips done in the oven. Tasty Isle of Weight tomatoes, red & yellow, and the last of the fresh podded peas. With one Farmhouse sausage. A pot of vegan lemon dessert. I ate all of it, as well! Nice!
It took me a while to get through it.
Went to wash the pots, and the flaming weird headache returned, accompanied by the first visit of the day from an angry 
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Sleep, as tired as I felt, was not an option when I settled to watch TV before moving to bed.
Usually, most times, I fall asleep at the first set of adverts. The arrival of ailment number twenty-four 
made things worse. I do realise that is, in fact, my own ‘out-of-order’, ‘awaiting-repairs’ brain; that was tormenting me with reminders of past mistakes and bad decisions taken throughout my life. Bringing on
shame, embarrassment, guilt, humility & ignominy.
He entrenched himself, and tenaciously tormented and tested my limit of coping. Struggling with this, I decided to get up and take my mind off and his angst.
I went to check the kitchen to make sure I hadn’t left the faucets/taps running, the stove or microwave on, and the fridge door securely closed.
The view was worthy of my taking a Kodak-Tim-2 camera shot. So, I did.
The mist still lingered. It’s been hanging around for the last three days and nights now.
As I turned away from the window, I found a 5-litre, large glass jar of pickling vinegar on the floor. As I 
against it.
It had to be the right foot one. Which is the most painful one, didn’t it?
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I got back into the main junk-room, turned of the TV, and with hope and a prayer in my heart, that Steve and Anne Gyna would allow me to get some sleep.
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affected my sleep, repeatedly. Anne Gyna & Steve eased off enough to find Sweet-Morpheus. Each time Nicolas jerked me awake, I was soon back into the land of nod. Which helped me oversleep again!
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Afternoon views of the puffer clouds.
I’m glad I caught the contrails.
Sunset.
The high up moon.
Evening meal, well, the only meal. Mixed a tin of chilli with a ready-made chilli meal. Bread & Lemon cake. Slurp!
Not a lot of detail in depth today. It’s been a busy day, and I’m being told off. Hehe!
A smidge deeper shade today.
Clock-Calender reset.
Daybreak shot.
17:30hrs.
It’s been like this for over a week now. I’ve partly guessed at some and left others out—not that many were on the pad. When things calmed down, I had a go at the word list replacement again. I wish I could rid myself of this addiction..
I forgot to take a photo of the meal: mashed potatoes, mackerel in BBQ sauce, beetroot, crispy onions, and garden peas. It was not as good as it sounded.
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This one was in a big, big order.
The fridge was filled.
Back to the blogging
They were kicked off, and now, five hours later, they are still with me! Fortunately, they have all been short ones up to now. Enough to break the already near-absent concentration, though.
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room, put some Dettol Cream on my head, and got on with the waste bag sorting. A wet, warm sensation from the lower regions. I went back to the wet room to investigate.
released yesterday.
Throughout the day, the bleeding was far, even less than it is usually. Had a wash & shave.
Then checked the state of the ankles. No doubt that my 
was getting better bit by bit. 
are coming from remain a little rough and red. No pain when the shocks don’t come, and when they do hit, it wakes you if you’re sleeping every time! But the pain lasts for about two seconds, if that. 
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blame.
As per usual, the end car parking turnaround area had its regular little bit of a mudslide in it again.
about the three times the bill was taken from the debits another time. She ran out of time today. 
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, I’d discover I’d been doing the blog, mopping the kitchen floor, or started cooking something while out of it. A 
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The ankles were looking a lot better this morning.
overnight were far less as well. They strike a little further up the leg each day, of course. Last night was my shortest sleep of the year, so the strikes ought to have been less. I just worked that out… amazing! Hahaha! 
The waste bag was sorted into one, and I placed it near the door. At this point, I had a visit from 
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routine.
Finally, after much straying off and doing other things, I got the Tuesday blog done and posted.
appeared. We had a natter while he put on my socks and issued the medications. I remembered to ask him to remind me about taking the B17 vitamin tablet. 
A little drizzle was falling, so IO went onto the balcony to take this shot of the end car park. The mudslide had been driven through a few times.
came but had little time; she checked the mail and bank letters for me. A financial visit. I’m sure there were things I wanted to ask her. She checked the emails with me, British Gas, the Bank and an unknown one. Kara said to leave it alone; it’s not a danger.
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arrived just as I’d finished the meal. That was jolly good timing from Israel! He removed the socks and medicated me. 
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Even darker this morning.
With not having another delivery for eight days, I stocked up on nibbles & treats for the nurses, delivery drivers, and carers who call on me.
A little concerned about the use-by date.
On the cobs. Why has it got a hand-written 10/7 on a self-sticky label atop the square? 
I bent down to retrieve the just knocked over
and clouted myself on the forehead against the tap. Then continued with my evacuationing…
Eurgh!
The legs seemed one heavy, one lighter?
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day set-up is due to be changed tomorrow. But only if the Carer arrives earlier. But I have requested it via other Carers, so I should have time… provided I get up early enough to get the ablutions done first.
An odd outcome for this zoomed-in shot of the street, Cavendish Crescent. Not very good.
Came. She helped me with the leggings. Bless her. Medications were issued, and we shared a laugh briefly. Nice!
An hour later, getting lighter.
Took its time getting light today.
On this occasion, the day punch had filled within two hours of emptying it.
Front view.
With sticky dumplings undercooked!
Easy-Peasy!
Imitation belly pork, fantastic oven chips, and a fruity brown sauce dip for the bread. Rounded of with a pot of orange jelly. Delectable nosh!
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
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Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. 
, with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for 
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delighted
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
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knees, with the risk of bursting 
arrives, the Carers must advise the Wardens of its arrival, so they can arrange to have it fitted so that the landline telephone will work again. Of course, this is subject to its actual arrival, and relies on 
What am I saying? The total 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. 
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, 
It wasn’t letting me get the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
FIND THE FAULT
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
Then clean up the fallen and trodden on bits of flesh from the kitchen floor. By the time I’m done all this, the potatoes were checked, and found to be ready for noshing! Good job I’d put the Germolene on, cause that’s where I might have burnt myself again, taking the tray out of the kiln.
4: I nibbled a bit of the crispy potato top plating them, and it tasted so nice, that I 
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen 
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NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the 
to the plutocratic, pathetic, figure amending and altering, analysations, deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations, interpretations of the real facts that exist! Yet they continue to buy into so many more internet suppliers companies or buy them out, so as to get their Oligarchal advantage; thus, they can get away with being such crap providers, cause as I see it, anyone leaving Virgin, can only move to another supplier that 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
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The four-hour leg-ups and then-down again routine, is a little tiring and disconnected, thanks to 
Who is back to her customary, well-practised habit of installing unwanted, 
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Morning kitchen window view.
Within the first half-hour!
Bags were taken through to the kitchen.
The first bag was emptied, and food was put away.
Freezer full!
Fridge loaded.
None foods & treats.
Refilled the Carer, Nurses, & delivery treats.
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I selected two large potatoes, to be turned
Got it back on, and made a start on this blog for a couple of hours’ worth of mistakes & errors to be made.
Had a wash of sorts, no shave!
I was pleased with how the potatoes came out!
A no-fish fish stick, a bit of the tomato cob,
Neighbour Jenny called, brought some tomatoes up got me ♥
I made a late snack; bless her.
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Bright blue sky this morning.
Waste bags made up
Potatoes into the crock pot
First mug of tea
Computer on, WP commenting…
Bootiful puffer clouds.
Weather-Warning.
It looks like the warning might be correct?
No rain yet…
Drank this one!
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Over the next hour or so
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Two mini-pretend pork pies with caramelised onion, boiled spuds, and beer-coated oven chips. It was nice, even though the chips were now overcooked a smidge.
I just caught this end of the sunset!
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, while bending down to get the bleach from underneath the sink unit, grabbed at it straight away, and knocked the washing-up liquid bottle off of the countertop, which joined Willie (who I missed) on the floor, bursting as it hit a bottle of mineral water as it bounced into the bottles of spring water in the corner, knocking them over.
