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I escaped my flat, my three-roomed home,
First, I took my morphine and prednisolone,
An adventure to get out, though all alone,
Tried to identify each smell, each pheromone,
The tree copse, cooking food and cannabis,
I smelt the gloom, & people’s armpits,
Watched the dogs sniffing out bitches oestrone,
Sick on the pavement, looking like zabaglione,
In the distance, I thought I heard an altoist…
Then, I lost grip of my walking stick,
Took a tumble, realised I was not autarkic,
The Warden came over, and that did the trick.
She got me up again, back in the flat in a tick,
I sat and thought about Starmer…
Not a pleasant pondering on a wanker,
The PM, a backhander-taking free banqueter,
I, a tea & biscuit-dunker, he? Drunker!
He is an oligarch, I am a robbed pensioner,
But I didn’t get any angrier…
Cause the valve dropped off my catheter,
These things have happened before,
Anne Gyna, the ever-leaking oedema,
The nurse will be calling. Bless her,
Today, or the day after,
Clean, cream the legs, and replaster.
All the best to Starmer, the bloodsucker,
I’ve an appointment; Doctor of Neurology,
But that’s not until next November, you see,
My Doctor told them it was an emergency,
I’ve another urgent one waiting for me…
Glaucoma, been waiting since 2023,
I suppose this sounds as if I’m sorry?
Sorry for myself, pathetically?
I guess I may be anti-aristocracy?
They can afford private treatment, medically,
Murderers in jail get treated quicker than Inchy!
I put it down to jealousy, basically,
Worst of all, No Carer Joe, to look after Gerry!
Boosting my ego, caring carefully…
Always a smile, ever helpingly…
My depression depths now? Acceleratingly!
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I feel so low today
Sorry, it is how I feel
Help is not easy to find
Losing Carer Joe stinks
An infected brain rules how I think
I have to question my mind.
Confused most of the time
Now, depressed, all the time.
If there are any prospects of help…
I can’t see them. Sorry.
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Better
Morning view
Legs on waking were looking much calmer.
This would not last, of course.
Erm… can’t remember taking this, or why?
Carer Elaz snapped the top of my head.
Then the hand injury. He put cream on both of them and then on my feet for me.
Not too bad later.
Food arrived.
No-butter butter spreadable.
Regular tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Silesian sausages, Polish sausages, cheesy topped bread rolls.
Fish sticks, and three Tiger Tomatoes.
These might taste good.
Fridge not overfull!
Nurses & Carer shelves.
Carer Joe made his last ever call.
What a Priceless Man. He sorted out the online banking again. Bless his cotton socks!
Green/brown tomato sliced and put in the no-butter buttered wholemeal rolls. Two Sileasian sausages, red spring onions, beetroot and some beans. I seem to have run out of peas.
Gorgeous flavour!
Sorry, but tomorrow will be a busy day for me, and I’ll have to cope with more than one caller at the same time. I fear most of them.
British Gas is installing a Smart Meter and will need to turn off the power. Doing so will kill the emergency Panic Alarm, landlines, internet and TV. Plus the fridge and freezer. I have no idea how to get them back on. A genuine worry. So, a blog for tomorrow is doubtful in terms of time. The chances are that I won’t be able to use the phones, alarms, computer, stove, hot water, door, or intercom after they’ve been cut off to fit the Smart Meter, which I’ve never wanted anyway due to my arithmaphobia. Do I seem worried? That’s because I am, and with no Carer Joe to help me sort things.
UPS: Sent an email about a parcel being delivered tomorrow between 09:15 and 12:05 hours.
The nurse is due to clean and remediate, and replaster Lymphoedema Leslie’s bloated, leaking feet and legs.
The Neurology Surgeon’s assistant is to contact me on the landline to discuss the chosen procedure. Twixt 09:30 & 11:00hrs.
Precious is calling to fetch the Kaftans for hand washing, bless her.
There is a chance that the DVT Nurse will be taking blood for the Warfarin INR level testing.
The Community Nurses are due to take out the Cathy Catheter Contraption and replace it. (Shudder!)
How many will arrive at the same time is anyone’s guess, but with my luck, I’ll get all confused and forget all that people tell me.
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See Ya Later Alligator…
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Starting with Nelson Cigarettes,
I stopped smoking when they went up to 3/6!
STUCK IN THE LIFT ON A SUNDAY!
Decent colour
What an ablutioning and medicalisationing visitation this morning. Go wrongable? It did! Huh!
. Then the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived in a bit of a hurry… 
controlled evacuation, which exited at the speed of a torpedo, followed by the usual splurty detritus. Cleaning it up with all the bending needed gave new life & vigour to 
and
. It also took me that long to clean up, so that the water in the bowl had gone cold. No problem, you say? Just empty it and refill it, you say? Well, it was for me! 
the floor and mats. (Huh!) 
rang out, and Carer Manpreet came in. There I was, starkus, with blood streaming down my head… I had to ask Manpreet to pass me a pair of PPs as I’d run out of them in the wet room. Which she did. I was given the medications, and Manpreet cleaned th
e wound on my right hand where I’d trapped it in a kitchen drawer the other day. The feet seemed a lot 
less filled with oemeba fluids, but they soon refilled again as the day went on… and on, and on. I may not sound happy this morning, there are a few reasons for that. Losing Carer Joe, being the main one. As soon as Manpreet departed, I scurried back into the wet room to continue finishing the shaving.
, the water for washing the feet had gone cold again!
As I began to finish shaving, I’d forgotten about the cuts earlier and swiftly added to the total. Which, as Carer Manpreet had said earlier, added to about twelve. Not now, it’s now sixteen, as far as I can gather. These, along with the three in gash from the other day, make me want to take the advice of Tim Price, and go ‘caveman!’
what I would usually leave till last. Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmentating. I was trying to be careful with the dropper… but dropped it! What a Plonker! 
It is only a tiny bottle, but all the liquid flowed away on the floor before I could get 
down to retrieve it… 
the thenar space this time, with a plaster. A good job; I keep some medications in stock for emergencies, just in case of any accidental injuries, falls, or walking into a door. Tsk!
they were cleaned, creamed and treated.
Made infinitely worse because each bout from
brought me back to semi-reality. And I couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything!
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A scratch, a bruise, a tiny abrasion, 
The nocturnal pouch is still attached and shows the red foot, not the white one. Hehe! At least the oedema swelling on top[ of both feet had died down a little while I’d got my feet up. I fell asleep early, but woke up and got up in a semi-confused state, suspecting I’d just had a seizure. Judging by my concentration and balance, they are all over the place.
Took this view from the kitchenette. I then 
Manpreet took this photo of a hand-wound for me. She used the barrier cream. The photo used in the Ode, the very poor, out-of-balance one, I took earlier. When Shaking Shaun was visiting me.
I went to make a mug of tea, my first one of the day. And, I’d been up for nearly five hours already. I’ll pay for this later on, big time.
The Iceland stores order arrived. The driver kindly put them in a line, blocking the doorway, so I could move one at a time. I took some pictures of the food bits, but without the SD card in the camera. Humph! Obtaining the photo of the carriers is another aspect of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, which also includes hobgoblins, spectres, gnomes, phantoms, grotesque succubi, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, and spirits. Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Duncan, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Inchie, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. My faith, sanity, concentration, and logicality were already well on the wane. 
The tea had gone cold, so I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of Co-Op 99 tea. Taking the above snap of my feet & legs, I noticed that they were even more pronouncedly white on the left and red on the right. The oedema fluid had filled the top and bottom of the right foot, making walking more difficult again. Oh, and painful too!
Made a brew and back to the blogging.
I assume it was, anyway, that kept blurring my eyesight so much that I had to give up on blogging. These ‘Blur’ periods have been lasting for a few minutes at most, then the vision clears again. Not this time; I was still struggling when making the meal, after switching to reading glasses.
Making and prepping the meal was spoiled and harassed by the arrival of 
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were amongst the ailments that were displeased with all the bending down I had to do. Only the innards that had just had their hunger satisfied didn’t complain. I was in such agony in so many areas of my body.
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that I had to get out of bed so often. As I recall, to check that the taps were not left running? Had I locked the flat door? Then I realised that I’d forgot to ask the Carer to fit the nocturnal catheter bag. The fight to get out of bed and 
the bending down again to find and fit the night bag prompted 
to come overhead, and sink into my psyche. So, virtually no sleep. 05:30hrs: Somehow, I forced myself up to start the day with a gloom that had never been with me before.
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I don’t say this very often, but this morning went pretty smoothly… it didn’t last long. It was helpful having two visits from Carer Joe, who will not be calling again this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and his last day will be on Monday. I am deeply heartbroken. I’ve never known such a willing and genuinely caring Carer from this company.
washing or shaving. The oedema in the feet was a concern. But the leg was doing well. I had one red and one white foot at the same time!
Concentration was all but disabled with having so many recoveries to make in a short time. This is the first photo of the view taken earlier. 
After taking it, I burnt a finger, spilling the hot water from the kettle when Shaking-Shaun visited.
I made a start on this blog. Not too successfully so far, but I pressed on nonetheless. Which was a bloody daft thing to do.
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Not to mention all the other problems, mental and physical, that somehow seem so much keener, cruel, and almost soul-destroying.
Plenty of sunshine today. But I dare not go out in it. The heat would make my oedema worse, and possibly blind me.
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The memories needed for Inchies’ Ode,
Legs this morning, on waking up.
Legs this afternoon. Looking better, but the feet are still dodgy to walk on. When they go down enough to get my slippers on, things may improve.
Late morning view.
Catheter drink made up.
Afternoon view.
Trapped my hand in the drawer.
A Pareidolia’s Delight, evening snap.
Carer Ejaz saw the beast straight away.
I was well fatigued and tired, and forgot to put the tomatoes on the tray. Tsk!
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Or, rather, me forgetting to close it!
A miserable day, as revealed by the Ode above.
Early morning
Later in the day.
Very late at night.
He’s still with me, on and off this morning.
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Wee-wee shade
Mornings first view
Later view
Got food out for later.
Morning legs & feet shots
Afternoon shots
Face in the clouds, Circled
Slurp! Gobble!
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Far too deep a colour this morning.
Morning view.
A smattering of rain came later on.
Started blogging. Made a mess of doing the template for today’s blog. What a mess again. I was concentrationless all flipping day. No wonder I’m further behind than ever!
Ejaz arrived as I was struggling to get started on the template. Not the lad’s fault at all, but after he’s gone, I totally forgot where and what I was doing, and ended up starting from scratch again. Frustrated!
Not a pretty sight.
What a state they are in, and the right leg is so much thicker and harder than it was yesterday. With the left one getting that way, too, now.
Started to get to me, especially with me getting the spirit-shattering news late in the day.
visit for several days and actually enjoyed preparing the food. No logical reason, but I felt great, actually started singing to myself!
Added two Siesian sausages. (Not hostages)
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A perfect name for Starmer? Reprobate!
Lymphorrhoea Leslie also got worse as the day went on. I was struggling to walk and to keep my balance.
The night bag colour was good!
Food Delivery
Fridge
Filled up!
Fridge door
Cheesy Roll, bacon, tomatoes
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05:00hrs: I stirred.
A lovely light shade.
Cut up some tomatoes and put them in the fridge for later on, salted.
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.
While Carer Joe was here, I had a seizure. Joe said it lasted for just a few minutes. Then, took this photo as 
I spent many hours on the blog, and it seems to get nowhere with it. I’m still on it now, Sat morning.
Nice!