– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I believe the Labour Party were blindsided,
Being out of power for so long, they became beclouded…
When Fibber Starmer was elected their leader,
They won, mainly because of the Tories’ failure,
Now the position of Prime Minister…
Has been bedarkened, cheapened and lessened,
By Starmer, the liar, the Tory, the Pensioner robber,
Each voter is becoming a revenge seeker,
Giving out sound bites about his plans from the ether,
He’s fibbed, turncoated, and been well back-handed,
In such a short time, the UK, Keir’s buggered,
He reckons he’s done no wrong as Prime Minister,
Reeves courted WASPI women, pretending to be a supporter,
After 14 ruinous years of austerity ruination… Keir, imposing more austerity and cutbacks, with the confidence of a madman,
Starmer’s dodgy donors bought him footy tickets & freebies,
Pretty dresses for his wife, Keir accepting free spectacles,
Lobbing cash at his cabinet of Labour-right ghouls,
Churn out legislation that’s favourable to his dodgy donors’,
It’s a quid pro quo, and he got caught red-handed,
No prosecution, his lying was not disrupted…
His bravado was not disrupted or interrupted,
Labour got in by default, as the Tories imploded,
Jeremy Corbyn now as a frothing Nazi shithead,
Doom-mongering, at the start of a five-year Labour mega-majority, was yet another whopping blunder,
He dented confidence; said things would get worser,
Was he a deceiver, hoodwinker? He was a Barrister!
A kind description would be a moral short-changer,
Or a deluder, deceiver, a fraud, cheater,
Letting right-wing Streeting run the NHS is a disaster,
Starmer’s seen both the Labour government’s, as his own personal approval ratings collapse through the floor, into the sewer,
He insists all he’s done is right, not wrong. What a plonker!
Keir is smug, complacent, and incapable of self-reflection,
Somehow, he avoids being assassinated, even prosecution?
So, why not lock away this illywacker?
In an asylum, to guarantee his own safekeeping?
There’s no Pensioners indoors for robbing…
Family farmers or parents for bankrupting,
It would, of course, be ideal for suiciding,
Taking that route, he’ll not be deciding…, Give him a twice-daily cold shower,
In between, a daily testicle-tasering?
Hehehe! I bet that got you smiling?
A guillotine, hanging? But, maybe poisoning…
But killing anyone, I’m not recommending…
I’m just living in hope, suppositioning,
Finally, my last words on Keir in this Odeing…
I find him dishonest, smug, Tory-like & disconcerting…
Thinking of him while I’m Odeing is excruciating! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:00hrs: I stirred from my broken piecemeal slumber. The second I moved, Cartilage Chloe had my number, first pain, then it went numb, repeating this action until 4 hours later, when I finally got my pain killers, Codeine from Carer Ejaz. That saw off Catrtilage Chloe’s pain problem. Shame it didn’t stop her from threatening throughout the day and then collapsing. She had wobbled a few times, but I stayed on my feet despite her birthday ruining efforts.
Once I dismounted from the bed, I started a few hours of unexpected industriousness. I whipped off the nocturnal catheter bag, leaving it on the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966 moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, dirty, blood-stains-covered, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from early evening nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, Harold Haemorrhoid annoying, not working recliner. For The Carer to colour-grade for me. There was no stopping me then… I was up for it, with occasions, for no reason made the odd, but short, early morning visit! I put the kettle on to make my morning mug of Detox tea, and wobbled off to the wet room, nearly falling over my own walking stick as I entered the room. Without the usual self-lambasting and calling myself names. I believe I did not swear either. Yes! The evacuated product was a deep red, slushy substance. I think it may have been through me eating some vegetable pickle and a lot of beetroot yesterday.
I think I did well with the shaving and the scrubbing up this morning. Fair enough, there were three shaving cuts, but they were no bother. The Brut aftershave soon stemmed the bleeding. Obviously, the usual gums and teeth bled, but this new toothpaste does seem to be less painful to use overall. Olive oiled the earholes, eyedrops put in the eyes… well, some of it, about 50% of it ran down my cheek and into my mouth, to join the blood and Duraphat in there. Haha! The lower regions’ medicalisationings was, as usual, painful. The removal of the barrier cream from last night, from my man breasts and hanging belly blob, was of little or no bother. However, I have now been instructed to use baby wipes to clean the area around the previous medications, as well as the before applying the barrier cream, and/or when trying to apply the hydrochloride cream to Little Inchies’ fungal lesion. So, you can see why I have to get up so early every day, with all the tasks that need to be done daily. Worra-Life!
All done, struggled a tad with getting the PPs (protection pants) on. Dressing gown on, and I went back to the front room. Taking this shot from the balcony of the end car park. The dog walker’s two dogs couldn’t resist having a pee on the wheels of the little red car parked on the chevrons. (Police dogs? Haha!)
I then sorted the bags into a large one and drank the Detox tea, sipping it as instructed. Then I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne again. Just the same, watery and deep red. When it started to flow, I could hear it hitting the water below, even without my hearing aids. It honestly flowed for at least two minutes before turning into a dribble, followed by a slow, megafart. I laughed out loud!
I washed my hands and went to the kitchenette to get the kettle on for the first ‘proper’ brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea, and nice it was, too. Then I took these two shots, through the glass, one to the left and the other to the right. Rain!
Carer Nimra did the next call. Then, at long last, I got started on catching up on the blog. Hahaha! And I have to say that never happened!
FED-UP? ME? YES! CorelDraw, Memory problems, and I’ve just found out that the instruction/maintenance booklet for the wheelchair is for another model with self-propelling large wheels. FED-UP? ME? YES!
It’s already 15:00 hrs on Friday. I’ll have to skip the rest of the blog; I’ll add the photos if the computer allows me. Here goes…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I read this with a certain ambivalence,
For my brain’s gained degree of avirulence,
My brain shows truculence in defiance…
My brain returns only ululants,
I believe he’s after aggrandisements,
Praise, thanks; hence his truculence?
But he can’t be blamed for being impercipient,
For his world is baron of jouissance,
Yet, he copes with my verbal-absonance! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Straight into it, I’m so far behind with this blog: It is Thursday morning now, 08:054hrs, only just kicking off from here. Forgive any cock-ups chronologically or grammatically. I was so busy again. I may miss bits off to try and get caught up. Because Thursday (today) I’ve a nurse calling. Social Worker, Window cleaner, four Carer Visits, four deliveries, Vyne with catheter equipment, HRG with medicational aids, and I anticipate that hundreds of callers will wish me a Happy Birthday. Nurse Hristina has sent me a birthday card! It’s so precious… I hope to beat last year’s grand total of three cards. Hahaha! I didn’t. Which makes this one even more beloved. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Up at 05:50hrs. Urine a 5. Three trips to the Porcelain Throne in the first hour. All Trotsky Terence affairs. I blame my eating that vegetable pickle, you know. Chanfed the calendar and made a brew of Extra Strong Typhoo tea.
Ablutions sorted, waste bins sorted, and I moved the Catheter Contraption onto the right leg. Painful! New top strap needed.
Took a snap from the kitchenette window of the doom-looking sky. I found the cloud variations appealing. Great!
The JS food order arrived… The deliveryman took the bags through to the kitchen for me. That was kind of him. Thanks!
Seeks that I must have ordered a Chinese chicken and red rice ready microwave meal. Or did I? I’m not even keen on it?
I also must have ordered Vibe batter-coated potato slices. Fresh pod peas and shelled peas. Chessy-topped bread rolls, tomatoes, and beer-battered, thrice-fried chips?
Finally got onto the computer. Not that I got much done, so busy, as you will read below.
Carer Ejaz arrived. Body checks, barrier creaming, Phor[ain gelled Cartilage Chloe, & medications were given. We searched and eventually found a Catheter-Top band. Ejaz ordered some more for me.
Matron Jackie arrived. Check up my rear-end. The goulies area was the only concern. The fungal lesion looked dodgy. She said The ankles and legs. Suggested I ask the Carers to clean the lower regions. This didn’t go down well. The female carers would probably make me laugh too much!
11:00hrs: I made a belated mug of Detox tea. Steep in boiling water for 30 minutes. Two hours later… I remembered it.
Balcony shot taken through the glass of the end car park. No red car on the chevrons.
Then a community nurse called on me. Many things were discussed, but I can’t recall what. No! I was puzzled, cause I’d not had a seizure as I knew of.
Carer Ejaz arrived for the longer visit. He took down the laundry to put it in the machine first.
Bit of fun here. When the sun came out, I took this shot from the computer chair. Later, when I got it from the SD card, I rotated it the wrong way, and this was photo A. The fun to me was that I didn’t realise until I came to put it in. Looking at them, both could have the one. Hehe!
Ejaz returned, and we discussed the problem that I had been trying to resolve for four weeks at the Audio Centre, but nothing had changed or happened. After he called the Carer’s office, he said they may ring for us, and he will let them know when it is.
We’ll see what happens on this one.
Ejaz went down to move the clothes into the dryer. He had to wait for one to be free. While he was out, I used CorelDraw to create the top graphics.
A Social Lady called on the Landline. I couldn’t hear everything she was saying, and I explained the problem with the hearing aids getting repaired.
Ejaz came back up and mopped the kitchen for me.
I got back to CorelDraw… Oh, dearie me. More problems to make me even further behind than ever!
I waited for the control device to complete its task, whether checking or changing.
Ejaz checked the dates on the fresh foods. Two out-of-date. Then he went down to collect the washing from the dryer.
I was already shattered physically, and now mentally. The mental problems come when difficulties are recognised as not solvable with the amount of help I’m getting. Then the mind torments itself with thoughts of insurmountable worries.
Since Carer Joe left, no one has taken any action with the correspondence; letters are scattered all over the place. They open the odd one now and then, but the two big file boxes under the Carer’s table have not been added to since Joe left the job
The DVT Warfarin Lobotomy nurse arrived. She handed me a birthday card from Nurse Hristina, which was for the next day. 🤎 (Today). Lovely lady. Then took two samples of blood. Bless her! 🤎
Ten minutes later…
Carer Nimra gave me the evening medications, and then came right back up again. I managed to get to the waste bin in time.
I was so weary again, I made a meal with a lot of beetroots. I thought I’d taken a photo of it, but there were photos of it on the internal or SD card.
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Parts of this Ode may reveal emotion,
Inchie wrote it as a sort of antidepression,
It didn’t work, but it gave him indigestion,
I expect he’ll lose concentration & attention,
He apologises for bits that underwent abscission,
And those that he missed from inclusion,
And his concentrations lack of addression,
Nowadays, he struggles to master delineation,
He searches for a cure-all, a diacatholicon…
Hoping he may retrieve his moyo, that’s long gone,
His nousse used to be like a mental dzong-jong,
Defending against disagreement and dissension,
He seeks not gold, fame, fortune or Zircon…
But fears his medications may bring zombification,
Scared that his dementia will create vilification,
No confidence left, he touches would for unberufen,
He recalls that his life has never been utopian…
Aware his thoughts, body, & brain don’t work in verbatim,
Lost his desires, he’s become an anythingarian,
Prays, hopes, pleads, begs; as a futilitarian,
His ageing body and brain have no synchronisation,
His understanding shows significant misinterpretation,
What he gleans usually includes jealousy & effluvium,
His own thoughts need elucidation or interpretation,
Yet, taking in all the considerations…
Along with his countless medications…
He knows this world is totally free of perfectibilians,
Oligarchs claim to be, and there are millions,
Inchie finds it easier to mix with the minions,
He gives his ailments a twice-daily examination,
A daily battle, vs confusing seizures & depression…
I think he’s hoping that life is just an illusion. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke up later than I have done this year. It was 06:55hrs! No time to get my ablutions done before a Carer was likely to arrive. Still, I lay there and nodded off again. Waking at 07:15hrs, cursing, and forcing myself out of bed, most reluctantly and disinterestedly than I have ever been on any morning before. I bent down to take off the nocturnal bag and found it wasn’t on. But the much smaller day pouch was bloated, and once I moved, it was painful. Some foul language was emitted.
I plodded into the kitchen and got the Detox bag in a mug, awaiting the water in the kettle to boil. Then I steeped the bag. This type needed a 30-minute steep. So, I took the chance and visited the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence torrent followed. Messily!
I took some morning shots: Three red cars this morning. Sky shot to the north. Then to the South East. I took them within a minute of each other, and I could see how the colouring had changed so quickly.
Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a good job for me. Medications. He antispeticated the eankles for me, then fitted my diabetic socks. A quick body check and some barrier creaming. And the lad was ready to go, but not before I took a photo of him for this blog. He posed like a professional model! Handsome bute! Oh, and Ejaz took a snap of the much better-looking healing ankles.
Within half an hour of turning on the computer, an immediate problem with CorelDraw arose, followed by the arrival of the Iceland order. The driver took the bags through to the kitchenette for me. Two items for the freezer. Chip Shop Chips and a ready meal. Can you guess what the frozen meal was by looking at this snap? Some food for the fridge. Then the tea cupboard. I won’t have time to do it right now, but I hope to separate all the different tea bags and put them in containers. A big job now. I’ve got Ty-Phoo extra strong tea bags, Ty-Phoo ordinary, and Tetley Extra Strong, late in the week. I have some cheap tea bags coming. It’s going to be a big job; I might not have enough room in the cupboard. I got rather carried away yet again. I made a mug of proper tea and got back to the CorelDraw programme.
MYSTERY I was resetting some default settings, and it was as if I’d blinked. I’d obviously been making error after error with CoralDraw, but don’t think it was seizure after effect, cause I might have been suffering with a loss of balance, but was clear-headed enough to realise vaguely that I may have had an order from Iceland. Yet the only thing I recall was struggling to get the tea into the cupboard; nothing else about the delivery. Yet I’d written it on the notepad?
THEN ANOTHER LONG SEIZURE During which, as far as I could tell, I did absolutely nothing. After this, it was a guesstimate – about an hour. I came back into reality, sat on the four-wheeled walker on the balcony, with the sun shining in my eyes and making me virtually blind. Glady Glaucoma does not like sunshine. It took me a long time to get my vision back to near normal. But this time, no severe loss of balance. A Carer thinks there must be different things causing different seizures. It could, I suppose, be FND, Peripheral Neuropathy, Dementia Doreen, or something new?
Better get a meal started. Frozen meal, beef in black sauce, with added Lung Po and Mixed Vegetable pickle, and Marmite stirred in before cooking. Then some Chip Shop Chips were done in the oven and added. I may not try this again. Wednesday saw five trips to the Porcelain Throne, with me being late on the third visit.
Lovely evening shot from the kitchen window. The sun had just vanished from the horizon.
I consulted Google AI earlier.
About the mystery blank I had.
This was AI’s reply.
Transient Global Amnesia (TGA): A temporary condition involving sudden memory loss and confusion, or another serious issue like a head injury, stroke, or seizure. It is crucial to consult a healthcare professional to determine the cause and receive appropriate treatment. So, I did. I got an appointment at the Doctor’s in five weeks. Crucial? Did Google AI fib?
Or, the Doctor ignore me?
No treatment was offered.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A new invention, a creation of Inchies’ first ever attempt at launching his mind-boggling ‘Off-Track-Semi-Ode-Ode’.
A Pioneering, but rudimentary, bound-to-fail jobbie. The idiot came out from a nocturnal seizure last night, with the idea of mixing an Ode, with his usual losing track of the theme, putting a load of waffle in between his lines of terrible rhyming and plot.
He anticipates this will turn out as a labyrinth of unsophisticated, hard-to-interpret, hogwash and buncome. Added legitimised, characterise notorisations & apologises between verses, in an effort to further syllogise and maybe psychologise the end product. He realises this is doomed to failure; he knew it in the early hours of this morning, even when he was recovering from the seizure at 02:10hrs, as he came back to mock life. Decided the whole concept was rubbish. Then, at 15:30hrs, Premorbid Cognitive Impairment Iris rebirthed the idea in his cerebrum. Now the silly old sausage (not hostage) is going to give it a go. I warned him, but he never listens to me. Another tooth was broken today; it’s his own fault for eating nuts! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The flat in which I live reminds me of San Quentin, The bare balcony, partly hidden by a thin, tattered curtain,
The windows are filthy, the window cleaners have absconded,
My cleaning them had to be abandoned…
My fitness and alertness, that once abounded…
Mental & physical problems are constantly added. It’s being contained within the flat that gets to me. Not able to meander over to the tree cops for a chat with the animals and trees. No visiting the ponds to feed and natter with the ducks and pigeons. These pleasures have gone, along with the abilities to get to them. I had to go down to the ground floor lobby three times this week – What a pleasure! Although the ailments didn’t agree, namely, Arthur Itis, Cartilage Chloe, and Anne Gyna, during the Wednesday farce with the laundry not getting dried, you can add Duodenal Donald. It took me five hours to get the laundry done, and that was after the Carer had gone. From the moment I got in the lift. Having already paid for the laundry to be done. Donald played me up for two more days. Of course, had this happened a few years ago, when the NHS prescribed Aludrox SA medication, it would not have been a problem. This ulcer medication was A1, great, so effective. But HMG is cutting costs, and the result? I get prescribed an over-the-counter Peptac medication, which adds to the long list and line of reasons for Dark, Dank, Depression Darius having such a heyday nowadays.
Bohemianism, with its unconformity, unorthodoxy…
Which bodes unfamiliarity, out & out novelty,
Dictatorship, Communist, or Starmers Oligarchy?
None of these is working as far as I can see,
Not one of them is interested in antipoverty…
Herr Starmer’s HMG acting openly asininely,
Plainly ruling corruptly, unethically, & fraudulently,
Achieving nothing but Keir’s soundbites aplenty,
I’d be content if the git died next Wednesday, I wasn’t too keen on Blair’s lies, but they weren’t openly recognisable at first. Starmer burst on the scene, freebie & backhander seeking. Grumpy Brown, the do-nothing leader. I didn’t like that bleeder. Starmer led Labour to a landslide victory at the 2024 general election, ending fourteen years of Conservative government with the SMALLEST vote share of any majority government since record-keeping began in 1830. But does this sink into the over-confident, smug, incapable, lying, two-faced Labour Party Principles ignoring Starmer? No, of course it doesn’t. I can’t understand why he has not been assassinated yet. I can dream… then again, who is going to get in power; if I’m lucky and he resigns, gets thrown out by his own cabinet, commits suicide or gets his head blown off; the last option would be best. Cause he’s so conceited, and a bloody good barrister, his lying style proved this; He’d probably sue them.
Well, Ajaz has just finished his teatime call,
I need more help, and that’s apodictical,
Apprehensible, perceptible, clearly palpable,
But will I get any? Will I be able?
Sod it, I’ve just banged Cartilage Chloe on the table!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I spent so long on the Ode, I’ll have to cut this short.
Up at 05:00hrs. Urine pouch is a decent 4 on the scale card. Made a mug of Detox tea, the cheap kind that requires cold water, so it can only taste better if it’s over-steeped.And I left for 35 minutes. Then off to the wet room to get the tended to. Got myself seated on the plastic WC, and instantly Trotsky Terence released not any torpedoes like Constipation Konrad would, but his usual sticky but soft spatterings all over the porcelain. I didn’t have any deposits on my body this time.
Rushed through doing the teeth, shaving (3 cuts), body washing, and all the usual medications went reasonably well. Just Cartilage Chloe was any bother.
I pondered whether the bed needed tidying up. It didn’t. I collected my dressing gown and went to get the Detox tea to sip. I spent about ten minutes tidying up in the kitchen.
Then I limped through the doors and onto the balcony to take some morning shots. Starting with directly below and to my left. I took these through the glass, the dirty glass, which wasn’t a good idea on reflection. Then, I had to pop back to the . Same mode as the first one. But this was half expected, given all the pickles and vegetables in last night’s stew. However, there was just one more visit to come today, about 18:00hrs, same again.
I then finished the tea that I’d forgotten about. I think I may be a bit of a twit in believing this might help me lose weight. But you never know! Well…
I belatedly changed the battery clock and calendar, and made a mug of proper tea. I used two of the Tetley Extra Strong one-cup ones.
I got the Health Checks started. The BP was slightly elevated on both checks today. But the blood & urine were fine.
Carer Ejaz arrived and did a good job this morning. I explained to him the importance of the new socks not getting screwed up when put in the washing machine, and showed him the L & R to identify which foot each should go on. Also, could he please check after drying, so that the L & R will be visible? The nurse said that after she called, it is crucial to get them right, as they are weighted in the correct places. If I get them on the wrong foot, the rough skin will get pulled in the wrong direction and can come off, causing worse leakages.
I had some problems with CorelDraw again.
The nurse called. I do like her. She explains things so well to me, as with the socks earlier. She checked my rear end and advised me to continue applying the barrier cream, even if it doesn’t feel sore. So. I will. I try to grasp all she tells me. Bless her. 🤎 I mentioned the diaper pants costing more now, and she was amazed that they didn’t supply them for free! She will look into it to see if she can get them on prescription for me. 🤎
When she asked if I had a sugar level tester, I mistakenly thought she meant the machine I have that takes readings from the finger. She is going to ask if she can order some of the needles and the kit for me. 🤎 She took a look at the legs and removed the plasters, telling me they are clear now. 🤎 She said she will ask about the diabetic socks and will come later in the week to measure my legs, so they know which size to order for me.🤎 What a treasure!
Carer Nimra did the noon call. Well, it seems to be 17:30hrs now. Not that it matters. We had a laugh over my new glass frames, and she was off. (Short call this one). I’ll ask a Carer to take a snap of them for me, then you can have a laugh as well. Hehehe!
I had a series of three in half an hour. Each one seemed to have shorter recovery times. I can’t weigh this up. Why?
Got the potatoes in the oven. Baked cheesy potatoes, with Marmite.
Copericus sausage and red, orange and brown Isle of Man-grown tomatoes. Lovely!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Who was it that said, hopes immortal?
A mortal? A Saint or someone asteroidal?
Starmer? Read 1 Timothy 6:16 in the bible?
As we’re all mortal, it sounds antagonistical,
But things in the world are now so unalterable,
We may yet invent a time machine, or portal,
One that can travel forward & be reversible?
Oligarchs would sell it to the coercible,
Do you think the possibility is apprehensible?
Anyone using one must be cautious and sensible…
Changing the past – the future changes, it’s inevitable
Does it work going forward? Yes, in things medicable,
Diseases: no longer repairable or rectifiable,
But will the end of the world be avoidable?
Will Starmer becoming PM be preventable?
If so, UK citizens will find that astronomical! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
MORNING THOUGHTS IN ODE
After last night’s sleeping faux pas & farces, I need a dentist, neurologist or Adventist? More Carers for longer, whatever this costs. I’ll do without food, electricity, or sex, Each day I wonder what calamity will come next, Did I sin in a past life? Or have I been hexed? Mental parasites, my cerebrum they infest, Yet still I feel that I’ve been blessed… Nurse Wilhemena came with her massive chest! o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – o
I didn’t get out of bed this morning; I did that last night. Stubbed my toe, got to the Porcelain Throne too late, again. All in all, as it happened, weighing it all up, the day was well up there at the very close to the top of the league of Whoopsiedangleplops. But the night outshone, and shamed Saturday day. I can’t think of anything that went right. Something must have…
At least I managed to get the Ablutionalisationing and Medicationing done before the Carer arrived. That was because he was a little late, given it was Sunday and there were so few buses running. I realised there was little time to get a good job done, so I skipped washing my feet. And in my haste, I forgot to clean my teeth; I did them later when I realised. The shaving produced several minuscule nicks around the back of the neck and a corker on my cheek. I’d better add that it was the cheek on my face. Just to avoid any confusion. Hehehe!
Later, a few minutes later, Carer Ejaz arrived. Graded the pouch as a 4 on the NHS scale. Issued the medications and antisepticated the rough skin on my lymph nodes on my legs. Got the diabetic socks on. Thanked him & wished him well, and off he shot. Whooosh! No problem with that, he had to dash to catch a rare Sunday bus, bless him.
I paid Porcelain Throne another visit. Still controlled my Trotsky Terence, but I didn’t get caught out this time.
I made a mug of Detox tea. The expensive one that uses boiling water to steep it in. Fifteen minutes later, I removed the bag, and as it says on the bag, “Do not gulp this tea, sip it.” So, I did.
I then got yesterday’s Khagoule hand-washed in the kitchen sink. Midway through the rinsing of the shirt, I knew that a seizure was coming on; I felt it, but I cannot say precisely how, but I was aware of it on its way. I got into the front room before it came and got seated. I wasn’t aware of entering a never-never land, but that’s precisely what happened as soon as I returned and became semi-aware that reality was back. Dizziness and lack of balance kept me sitting down for a few minutes, and I attempted to have a poddle around. Greattt! Not too bad at all. Usually, the short seizure after effects are more substantial than the long ones, but this one was a good recovery. I went into the kitchen, cause I remembered what I was doing, and the water in the bowl was stone cold. Then, it dawned on me that I must have been out of it for a long time, without realising it.
I got the khagoul rung out and hung it up on the shower rail in the wet room.
I got a text message from Amazon. I couldn’t press the ‘Press to Reply or talk’ button on the screen because my phone didn’t have internet. I thought maybe they had arrived with the Diabetic socks and left them in the foyer. I went down to investigate. Nothing in the lobby.
I pottered in the laundry room. While I was there, I put my hand in the dryer that caused all the Thursday pandemonium; it felt warm, so I assume it’s been mended again. Fifteen minutes later, a driver arrived at the front lobby door. He had the socls along with a few items for other flats. He came up in the lift with me, and I returned to my call. No, flat! I opened the box of socks. Realising they have an L & R sewn into each pair.
How much do you bet that a Carer will leave on in the washer on his first visit with the new worn socks?
OH, DEAR!
More time is lost while using CorelDRAW. Then the door chime chimed out, and in came Carer Mizra. I realised then that the seizure had to have lasted for at least three hours. I haven’t had one that long in weeks, if not months. But the after effects were minimal and short-lived. I’m waffling, sorry.
Well, part of another day lost, following my losing most of the night before! Isn’t life exciting? I told Mizra of the prolonged seizure and the Detox tea. He said he’d look into my problem with my JS Nectar Card later on. Kind of him.
What a concoction I had tonight! Truly a Multinational Meal. Nandos Peri-Pei lemon & herb extra Mild sauce:(Vinegar, Onion Purée (6%), Lemon Purée (4%), Sunflower Seed Oil, Garlic Purée (2.5%), Salt, Spice and Herb Mix (Cayenne Pepper, Paprika, Parsley, African Bird’s Eye Chilli), Stabilisers (Xanthan Gum, Propylene Glycol Alginate), Antioxidants (Ascorbic Acid, Rosemary Extract), Colour (Paprika Extract), Dextrose), Made in the UK. Extra mild Peri-Peri Sauce.
‘Mother’s Recipe’ Pakistani Vegetable pickle: Mixed vegetable pieces, mango, carrot, lime, green chilli, amba, haldar, karonda, kerda, or other seasonal vegetables, brine, edible common salt, acidity regulator (ins260), edible vegetable oil, spices, condiments, asafetida.. Polish Fresh Garden Peas Local-grown potatoes:
Roasted in the oven, sliced and then added to the mix, with a little Marmite added. Isle of Wight Brown tomatoes
Quartered and added. Bulgarian diced pickled beetroots. Mushrooms & Mushroom Ketchup Can of Romanian Pea Stew Asian Water Chestnuts added. Kung Po Chinese sauce
The whole lot was mixed up and put into the microwave, on high for 8 minutes.
Two Italian cheese-topped bread rolls.
I’m anticipating breaking the record for Porcelain Throne Trotsky Terence visits in any one day, tomorrow. Currently standing at six. I used far too much of the Pakistani vegetable pickle on that meal.
I used half of that quantity this time.
Carer Mizra helped me wash my feet, before he medicated the leg wounds cracka and fissures.
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Some of my thoughts don’t seem to be translatable,
I can’t guarantee, or be sure, they are veridical,
Or even my own; does this sound plausible?
Dementia, Cognitive impairment, not only horrible…
But nervous-making, not controllable,
I tried grasping reality; it was not entirely feasible,
Does water on the brain make me mentally drownable?
Some people can be unintentionally smart-aleckal,
Not knowing why yourself can be tenuous, even mythical,
Mental gweilos in the head, that’s not theoretically,
I’d have laughed my head off at the thought, in 1963,
That was another me, no brain-dwellers then, I was free,
Now, I talk to myself, for it must be me, logically…
Begging myself for mental peace or an amnesty,
I find my brain often communicates antagonistically,
Seizures, ailments, just won’t back away…
Sometimes I ask myself, why have the neurosurgery?
I’ve awaited the Glaucoma lasering since 2023,
My rare self-sympathy is so cringeworthy!
1972, the last year I felt anything like Christmassy,
What happened then? Someone shot me in my knee,
Nothing changes, I’ve no Christmas tree,
But shame and guilt, I have aplenty!
If I were a Catholic, I could do a confessionary,
Tell them at thirteen I lost my cherry,
To a 46-year-old neighbour, her name was Sally,
Why, how did I manage it? That’s not a mystery,
The first time viewing of what she showed me!
I was excited, satiated, she laughed at poor little Inchy!
We met weekly, collaboratively,
Something else that bugged me incessantly…
Well, more so now, Earth’s warlike history,
It’s going to happen again, more seriously,
Again, World leaders are showing complacency,
But little clemency, compassion or coherency,
So many more this time are acting bodaciously,
They’ve created a worldwide mamihlapinatapai!
Assuring that if not all, billions will die!
Because politicians are part of the WW narcokleptocracy,
Any input from minions like me is nugatory,
With their parsimonious greed and profligacy…
Oh, I lost the plot of this cacography,
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A quickie today. I got carried away with the day’s Ode.
I rose and did a double back flip off of the bed and over the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner, landing perfectly, and yodelled for a few minutes on the balcony. Ahem!
Better colour today.
Carer Ejaz arrived. Medications issued, sock put on. But later found they were not diabetic ones and the leg wounds flared up… or should that be flared up? Carer Mizra changed them on the lunchtime visit for me, back to diabetic ones. Ordered some more later on in the day.
The mini seizures came on earlier today. I got confused after each one, and there were so many again. At times, one after another.
Popped out on the balcony later. Took these snaps.
I took the first of my Detox tea bags this morning. The cheaper ones. They had to be made using cold water. And left for 30 minutes. So I did. Aorted the waste bags out, and paid a messy, slimy, runny Trotsky Terence visit to the Porcelain Throne. Back to get the brew, and squeezed the bag, and it burst open. Bits of seed and grass all over the cooker, me and the floor. I cleaned the mess and investigated the details on the other Detox teabag box. This one is made with boiling water, I needed to steep it for 15-20minutes. It said I could add honey or lemon juice to flavour the drink. So, I did. Lemon The top cheaper ones that exploded were two a day. This one was once a day. Tasted okay with the lemon added to it. Oh, it must be sipped, not drunk.
A later-than-ever start on the blog today. And with the seizures being so furiously rampant, not that they bothered me too much; it was the after effects that put me in a right confused state. However, I pressed on, ever correcting errors, but I think I enjoyed doing it. The Ode took me so long, I thought I might need another shave and shampoo. Hahaha!
I was baffled. Then I realised I might have hit the wrong key combination, which possibly caused this dilemma. The self-hating turned itself on. I waited and waited, but after half an hour, the completion rate had only gone up to 76%. Was I bothered? Of course I was! I sat here at the computer for another ten minutes, and it was still showing as 76%.
I couldn’t, didn’t have the means to turn it off via Windows. Then I think the screen flashed, inverted or wobbled threateningly.
My mechanical heart missed a beat!
I thought I was on the verge of losing my computer. Although something happens every day that makes me think this, this time I was sure it would snuff it – when the % went back down to 55% in an instant. Deepened. Terrible thoughts floated around my head. In there, from somewhere, I got a memory prompt telling me I had not made a will yet?
It was the horriblest feeling of the week. And that’s taking into consideration Tuesday and Wednesday’s soul-destroying events. I didn’t think or expect to have such nightmares again, as soon as this. I was wrong, of course. I made a mug of tea and drank it, brooding over my failures, my own limitations, uselessness and so on.
And the scene went blank, then off. Very slowly and with a jumpy restart, the computer restarted – but only as far as the blue crash screen; with a new system laid out to get the computer restarted.
After losing more hours, I had no choice but to risk turning it off at the plug. I was more scared of making a wrong selection amongst the strange options that were on the screen. So, I did! And with an unexpected lack of fear. I angrily accepted that this is the end of the world-famous blog. My fans from over the globe will be distraught. Both of them.
I left the computer turned off for about 15 minutes and then rebooted it. The old blue start-up screen returned with the known options to select! And Wallah!
The main page came up, and I opened Google. Then, my impending joy was cut short when I opened CorelDraw—it froze!
Carer Mizra called and took the socks off, gave me Peptc and got the nocturnal catheter bag out for me to use later. After the lad had gone (up to now), I have not had another seizure. Great!
I pondered whether or not to bother making a meal. I was tired and more drained than usual. Cooking might be a risk. I decided not to make a meal. Just had a yoghourt and a bag (or two) of Frazzle crisps. I don’t feel terribly hungry anyway.
But so weary, unbelievably so. I made a brew of tea and sat to watch some TV. Nearly 21:00hrs already.
Back in the morning with an update on the event in case anything interesting happens. (As if? Hehehe!)
Two editions of Red Dwarf were just starting on TV. I was so pleased, and got myself into a comfortable position as is possible in the incommodious, uncomfortable, cumbrous, toe-curling, cringe-making, second or third-hand bought from the Oxfam Charity shop, Cathleen-Catheter-Tube-Crushing, hurtful for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, germ-ridden, Horrendously grungy, uncomfortable, not-working recliner… and fell into a deep yet dream-filled sleep. When I stirred, the light from the TV enhanced the shock of doing so, I believed it must be getting up time already… But, No! Red Dwarf began at 21:00hrs, and the credits were rolling for the end of the second episode. So all that dreaming, albeit seemingly restful as well, had lasted for 1 hour and 40 minutes. As I was trying to get back into the land of Morphius, who came calling on me? ! I got the Toothache tincture spray and used it. Tiffany was getting naughty with it, and I took a Codeine 30g as well..
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I decided to mount the oooospital bed. Climbing into it, while crossing my fingers that nobody telephoned me, took a concerted effort. Why? Cartilage Chloe! The moment I got up to get the tincture to counter Toothache Tiffany, Chloe kicked off distributing her aches and pains, and she’s still at it now – I likely twisted her into action, climbing into the bed. Sunday morning 08:50hrs! Then, by the time I actually got into bed, the task of getting that into a comfortable position was somewhat challenging. Why? Well, it’s complicated, slightly similar to the Labour Government, but not as bad or crooked. I cannot reach the light switch from the bed, so I use a wind-up torch to see the controls on the bed movement panel. But I dropped it and it fell down the gap between the bed and the wall.
Trying to manipulate the controls using the torch was bad enough, but things got worse. I dropped the wired bed control box, and it bounced into the dark depths of under the bed.
I made do with the indulated rippled state of the bed. But could I get to sleep? No! The three main reasons? Toothache Tiffany, Cartilage Chloe and Thought Storming Steve – then, as if to put the cream on the cake, Anne Gyna joined in.
I’d been planning on getting some sleep for about four hours. Two hours in the recliner and two in bed. It was almost a blessing when I had to get up to utilise the . I gave myself a en route. All but tripped over treading on the dropped control panel wire, and arrived at the wet room, only to trip over my walking stick! .
I didn’t get sat down in time!
Had Constipation Conrad been in charge, I’d have missed this pleasure. But, Trotsky Terence returned instead. Splatt! Spray! Soggy mess to clean up.
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A Co-op greenfruit & fresh fish shop I was managing,
I locked up the shop on a Thursday, half-day closing,
At the traffic lights, my mobile started ringing,
Bulwell manager asked if I could spare sharkfin,
“Aye, I can, I’ll get back to the shop. When are yer coming?”
“I’m on my way now!” So I did some reversing,
Back to the store, with the burglar alarm activating…
Someone had kicked their way in,
The Bulwell man would soon be arriving…
This front door’s where they’ll be escaping,
The back door had an impenetrable cast-iron grating,
It dawned on me that’s where I was standing,
Stand or run ideas kept alternating…
I bent down to the letterbox to have a look in,
Two hefty guys from the safe were appropriating…
cash, into a bag they were hastily filling,
The police were slow in coming,
They beckoned me in, and I was shaking,
The tall one said Any more cash for the taking?
No, I just did the banking!
Ah, a police siren I was hearing,
They panicked a little; my nerves were rattling,
I moved to the front, hitting the storage racking,
And sent a 56lb bag of potatoes falling,
Hitting a perp, sending him tumbling…
Hitting his head, I thought he looked dead,
His mate went to him, as his head had bled…
The police burst in, they almost appauded…
Things were not as they appeared,
My part in the proceedings was acknowledged,
5’3” me, stood over burglars, one winded, one wounded,
The whole situation got distorted,
They mentioned my part in their being captured,
In court, when they were prosecuted,
Then they saw what the CCTV had recorded…
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Slept in this morning, didn’t wake until 06:10hrs. Then got the grade five night pouch detached… No, no, I fib. I woke up for the first time around 03:00ish, and seemingly every five minutes after that, but just fell asleep again each time. Reluctant to rise for some reason.
Meandered into the kitchenette to get the kettle on. Pottered about for a good while, then paid a hopeful visit to the Porcelain Throne. Another half hour wasted, all that urging, pushing, & forcing came to nothing. I’m beginning to wonder how much longer I can go without an evacuation. Before my innards explode?
The clouds were not colourful this morning. But by gum, they held a beauty that I could see. Likely thanks to .
Carer Elaz arrived and gave me the medications. He then helped me wash my feet in antiseptic disinfectant, dried them, and applied some of the new diabetic foam. He’s a good lad, but had to rush off to his next client. I no longer have a memory worth anything. When some of them ask, Is there anything else? I blank out, especially if the seizures are visiting, which makes things even worse.
I was struggling with my concentration suddenly, and departed. When I started to drink my mug of tea, the bloody seizures kicked off. No long ones yet, but God knows how many that I had. I’m sure I had two in the morning, but from then on, until Carer Nirma did the tea time one, it’s all a blank to me. All the signs were there of after effects. I hadn’t cleared my head by the time she arrived, and I had no idea if she’d noticed. She did, though, catch my sore throat through my croaky voice. At least I think she did. Anything from here on can and must be taken with a pinch of salt.
I vaguely recall taking these shots from the balcony. The first one was taken, and then the second one some time later. I think I was on WP typing in reply to Billum’s comment about the red car.
A break in the seizures was welcome. Things cleared up a lot, and I realised I’d let the catheter bag fill too much as I stood up. Oh, dearie me. The weight in the bag tugged on Little Inchys fungal Lesion.
Carer Mirza arrived and took off the socks when I requested it. I remembered! He also put the diabetic foam on the dry skin on my legs, and asked if I needed Peptac or Cough Medicine. Nice, lad.
The plan for tonight’s meal is: Garden peas. Ready-made cheesy mashed potatoes, warmed in the oven after adding a dollop of Leicester red cheese, salt & no-butter butter and mixing it all up together. Into the oven, and just before the tatties are fully crisped on the top, add the peas. Two cheesy-topped bread rolls, a side pot of sauce, and some brown tomatoes to round it off. How does that sound? Then I’ll add a Polish Farmhouse sausage.
I was pleased with the result. I ate all of it. (Gannet!)
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04:00hrs; I woke in need of the . Another Trotsky Terence torrent evacuated. Cleaning up after it took an aeon. Removed and then emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch. Yellow binned it. Tided up the catheter bag boxes underneath the Carer’s table. Then the windy rumble from my innards directed me to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. It proved to be a Constipation Conrad-controlled evacuation that wasn’t! The only thing that did escape was a variation of almost musical-sounding blasts of wind, from pianissimo (very soft) to fortissimo (thunderous), with a few extended bursts of adagio & largo. I wondered at the time if the lady living below might well have heard them. They ended with a series of weak little blubums as the session finished.
Ocado turned up with a delivery. The driver took the bags through to the kitchenette for me, thanks mate, kind of yer. Brown tomatoes. Tasty cheesy cobs, mashed potatoes with mature cheddar (Even though I can’t recall ordering it). Also, the pot of Mushroom Pate was the highlight, featuring a mini-pot of Portabella mushroom flavourings in the veg stews and mushroom ketchup for when I’m short on actual mushrooms to use.
I must tell you that an inkling and occasional burst came from who kept visiting me this morning. And very welcome he was.
They pestered me when I started working on the blog. Naturally, Horis faded as he took control of my emotions. After resolving the initial Windows issue, CorelDraw malfunctioned, preventing me from accessing specific options. The only way to fix this infuriating CorelDraw glitch was to save everything, turn off the program, wait ten minutes, and then reopen it. Today, I had to do this three times! After yesterday’s absence, I guess Horis was trying to make a comeback. Despite everything that went wrong, he would eventually fight his way back into my psyche. Great! Made an afternoon mug of the new Typhoo – ‘one cup’ Extra Strong tea. Well pleased I was too. In a big mug, you still need to use two. Naturally, my favourite tasty teas, these being Glengettie and Co-op 99, remain, but these Typhoo ones are now my third favourite.
I went on the balcony to take these three cloud shots through an open window. To the left. Straight ahead. To the right.
Then I lost the plot. I sorted the old spectacles to see which ones could still be used and relabeled those that I could find a container for. Laid them out in order of age, some estimated. One pair in this picture of them on the bed was from 1988. I had to dish a few, but had no problem with this. But I did make a . I forgot to put new labels onto the glass boxes. Humph!
I pressed on with the blogging.
The retired nurse 🤎 came to check me out. Said my bottom was not as good as on her visit last week, and reminded me not to miss the barrier creaming every morning and night. (The last few days have been so busy, I haven’t had time to wash and shave, let alone do the self-medicating! Tsk!) The right leg had two new leakages starting. The nurse applied two smaller, ready-filled plasters to tackle the problem. . After treating it, she said If it doesn’t dry up, I’ll have to call the Community nurses to inform them, and get help. This is important. Bless her!
Two late shots
. Got the spuds out of the slow cooker, dried them off, and cut them in half lengthwise. Put them in an oven tray, flesh side up, and dollop some shredded Red Leicestershire cheese on each one.
Got them in the oven to crisp them up.
Took another night snap.
I wrapped up the computer, not in wrapping paper, and saved everything before shutting it down.
A Copernicus Sausage was added to the cheesy half-potatoes, and two cheese-topped cobs were well Marmited, and eating began!
A lemon fool for afters!
Last two photos of the day. Thought I’d missed the sunsetting. But the cloud broke and the sun popped through.
TODAY – MARVELLOUS! Can I get this result again? FINGERS CROSSED.
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What invention can you recall that is now Zeerust?
The Sinclair C5 was, I think, the wackiest, I can’t recall seeing one of these at all, I did try it, I had a ball! Another one that I never knew! Oh, a two-seater, too!
One of the technological oddities of the 1980s is making a comeback of sorts. The nephew of Sir Clive Sinclair – the man responsible for the famous, but flawed Sinclair C5 – is marketing an updated version of the diminutive electric vehicle called the Iris eTrike. The new street-legal, one-person hybrid electric/pedal-powered tricycle is billed as faster and safer than its 1980s predecessor and sports a Plexiglas canopy, so it can be used in all weathers. Dogressing here: Incidentally, I loved the Sinclair ZX computer to bits! This new Iris eTrike, in its 250W EAPC (Electrically Assisted Pedal Cycle) version, is legally considered a bicycle in the UK and can be ridden by those 14 years old and above on roads and cycle paths wherever bicycles are permitted. It does not require registration, tax, insurance, or a driving license. The rider is not required to wear a helmet. I hope it doesn’t catch on like eScooters, apparently, since their introduction in 2019 to July 2025, there’s been 69 (including 25 children, & 18 pensioners) reported deaths involving escooters. Additionally, there were 628 casualties admitted to hospitals with serious injuries between 2020 and June 2024. A significant number of e-scooter injuries are not reported to the police.
Back to the Ode, I got research impulses then, sorry.
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As a nipper, I fancied being a flautist,
Not that I was musical, I was tuneless,
In the cadets, we were learning about flamethrowers,
The TSM’s daughter, Iris, came in; legs and breasts? Corkers!
I got the urge for passion and frivolities,
I spoke with her, no time for faintheartedness,
She was in the church band, I started flaunting…
After our first meeting, we started courting,
Thick thighs, passion-filled, but not daunting…
How long would it be before I was attempting…
To get close, have a grope and into her knickers?
That night I tried my goddamnedest…
I worked, I was transported to heavenliness,
We melded together; there was no hiatus…
Her attractiveness? Here weightiness & willingness,
No hypersensitiveness, it was just pure marmonious,
Our bondings may well have been erroneous,
But to we youngsters, found them frabjous,
Iris said, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
THE MORNING BLISSES… THEN, THE PM AND EVENING COLLIESHANGIES! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = No Blogging Achieved! No time, no successes, nothing went right this afternoon. It would have been a difficult task, with all the extra jobs that needed to be done, or as today, not done. With failures, and . A mentally & physically draining, frustrating, annoying, anger-making, late seizure-ridden, pain-polluting, ill-making, infuriating, maddening, barely-endurable, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna & Frustration Frank creating, sod of an excruciating infested, making my blood boil, day. Life is not working – I am not coping. I have never felt so angered, aggravated or exasperated. Anxious, uneasy, nervous, tensed-up, worried, and pissed-off with life. Solutions are unavailable, and ten-minute visits from different Carers eliminate them from solving anything. The problems remain, despite my begging Wardens, Carers & anyone daft enough to listen to me, for help. None of the situations and or issues that were deemed fit to torment me today were my fault. (Well, maybe the tumble – but that was well-timed, the only bit of good luck I had all day, I think. Carer Ejaz rescued me again. Got me up with a struggle) Usually, they crop up when there is no help available from a Carer or Warden.
The farce with the laundry is representative of what I mean. Carer Ejaz arrived for the one extended visit of the week. Getting me back on my feet from the tumble was his first job. Still, at this point, we did have a laugh between us. No injuries, just aching back and a bruise on my hand, neither of which was of any significance. (By night I was thinking the same thing about me, sad innit?) Ejaz took the laundry, got it in the washer and returned to make some phone calls for me. He used my mobile, which is going to cost me. Carer Nimra uses her phone, which charges me by the minute or part of a minute. The first call he made for me was to the Audio Centre. To make an appointment for me on Wednesday, so I can take a Carer with me. He found out that they are only open for 3 days a week now, not including Wednesdays! He received a recorded message stating that they are only open to patients on Mondays, Tuesdays & Thursdays. So, since he failed to make an appointment through no fault of his own, I’ll have to go on my own if we ever make one. I hope I get knocked down on the way, then Mr Pensioner-Hating Starmer can be thanked for his failed promises to ‘mend the NHS’, and he may be able to give himself another notch for another pensioner killed, who couldn’t hear the electric car that killed him. Come to think of it, waiting for the Glaucoma operation, I wouldn’t see it either. I digressed there.
Ejaz went down and moved the washing into the dryer. I returned and asked him to mop the kitchen and wet room for me. Which he did, in a fashion.
He sorted the medication drawer and went down to collect the laundry. He returned, saying it was still wet, too wet, and his time was up. Telling me to tell the 17:00hr Carer to collect it then.
No way, I’ve lost laundry twice before that I left in a machine. My fault, I’d forgotten on both occasions that it was still doyen there. Carer Ejaz shot off.
I stopped what miserable bit of blogging that I’d done and made a brew. 35 minutes later, I painfully hobbled down to the laundry room to investigate.
My clothes were in the dryer, tumbling away. I returned to the flat to find it had 25 minutes left to run. Drank my cold tea, used the Porcelain Throne.
I went back down the 13 floors in the lift to check on the dryer again. The dryer was still churning. I stopped it, opened the door, and the clothes were still wet through and cold! Grrr!
I couldn’t put it in the other dryer because someone else had already used it.
Back up to the flat. 40 minutes later, I frustratedly returned to move my clobber into the other machine. But, No! A different load of clothes was now in the dryer. So, I stayed down in the laundry room. To make sure this did not happen again. An hour later, the dryer was still running. Carer Nimra came into the lobby, admitted by some garden workers.
Luckily, I’d left the door open, and saw her walking by talking to the young men, and called out, else she would have gone my way and up to the flat, which would cause even more complications. I explained the situation, and she took out the dry clothes from the dryer and threw mine into it. And we poddled up to the flat. Medications issued. Telling me she had had a bad day too. Six minutes later, she was off.
I went down to keep an eye on the dryer, in case someone else took mine out. A chap came in, and I told him about the first dryer being kaputt. But he still put his things in it and tried to get it to work. He was keen for me to take mine out so he could use dryer two. I foolishly took out my clothes, finding they were not thoroughly dried by a long shot.
I was spitting blood by the time I waited for the dryer, then feeling a fool for taking it out early to appease the grunting chap. I was too tired and tense, and with no time to spare, I could only manage a bit on the blog post! I got even more agitated and swore a lot when I got into the flat and found the slippers still soaked, and all the clothes needed hanging to dry all over the place. The wet room, kitchenette, hallway, and the already filled slow-airer.
Full of angst, weary, and tired out, I managed to get some food sorted, a stew cooked in the microwave.
Sat down to watch some TV to unwind, and fell deeply asleep. Shooting away at 04:00hrs, with the TV still on, the remote balancing on my man breasts, and bile coming up through my throat.
So many other things happened today. Good stuff in the morning! But, I’m so far behind again. And cannot read the sparse notes I’ve put in the memory pad.
I’ll have to sort the SD card and any photos I might have taken in the morning, in hopes of jiggling my memory of them into action.
Urine 4.5 level
Waking up time, Humph!
I very nearly made the bed!
Taken from the computer chair
Terrible kitchen view shot
Car park in the drizzle
Two khagules to hand wash
Hung them to dry in the wet room
Much bleeding gums
Memory pad & mug of tea
The rain stopped
Whoops, started again!
Carer Ejaz arrived. If I’d known what
lay ahead, I wouldn’t have let him in.
The following six hours of misery, I’ve got out of the way earlier in the blog.
The red car is back on the chevrons.
I’m not sure how I managed to make this meal. I had a few mini-seizures while making it. I’d put a potato in the slow-cooker about nine hours earlier and forgot about it. A can of beef stew, garden peas, chick peas, Gung Po sauce, mushroom ketchup, pickled gherkins & beetroot were added, and finally, the potato was cut up. Then everything was mixed together. Microwaved it for six minutes. No mess in the kitchen in the morning!
Another mystery: How did I not burn any food or myself, cut myself, drop anything, or remember this bit of the cooking when other things are blank? The notepad writing looks like shorthand again.
Another messy, spirit-sapping, farcical day.
I’m not sorry it went away!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – How can one cope in old age?
With your infected brain, you cannot assuage,
Neurotransmitters prevent anchorage…
You may get a brain haemorrhage,
And mistake a hostage for a sausage?
Wine, tea, or water tastes like any beverage
The same as lettuce, garlic or cabbage,
You’ll get a regular bladder & bowel blockage, The next day, each will have a floodage!
Your IQ will suffer near-fatal damage,
Into the past, your mind will carucage, You’ll not understand it; this mental carnage,
Be a soft target for hustling or chantage,
When you die, you may leave just coinage,
Every day needs pain tolerance & courage,
Ask how you became this physical wreckage?
Know the nurses by name at your triage,
Reality & fantasy will soon start to merge,
You’ll wee-wee whenever you get the urge, Your leaking catheter may again surge?
Lose interest in sex & carnal knowledge,
You’ll never understand how to mailmerge,
Amazed at how you coped with life’s voyage!
Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be…
That could be a phrase dedicated to Inchie…
Take good & bad, calmly and uncomplainingly?
Treat both extremes, impassively, unemotionally?
Avoid sulking, emotion; Don’t respond delinquently.
Bad as it is, worse will come eventually,
Cope with fate, as you grow elderly…
Laugh, smile, care not, adopt faux-longanimousity,
Mental blockages, bad luck, injuries 100, good luck 1.3,
So many medications are taken diurnally,
Things you did dynamically, now done dysfunctionally,
Decisions taken determinedly, but now dithery,
Lack of concentration makes you act lackadaisically,
Teatime each day, you tire, meet sleep unresistingly,
You’ll fall into sleep, dreamingly…
Your Carer or Nurse wakes you up successfully…
Shouting in your ear, “Yo’ alright? Can yer hear me”?
“Oh, fine, thanks!” you say stroppily!
Then she goes and beats you again at Monopoly! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Got up at 02:45hrs. I got so carried away with doing the Odes, and with another prolonged seizure (Albeit the after-effects of the long ones seem to be less bothersome than the mini ones),I just ran out of time to get much else done. I don’t want to fall so far behind with my blog again. Although I no doubt will. The neurologist, dentists, and audiologist appointments may be finalised this or next week. I don’t know how long they will be for, but I have to give a week’s notice for ordering lifts.
Carer Nimra tried to ring the Dentist about my appointment time and date confirmation, but there was no answer. I believe I may have made an Arithmaphobia error and put it on the calendar for yesterday. But we could not get through to them on Monday or today. Carer Ejaz, who accompanied me on the last appointment, believes the next one was scheduled for January, but Muggin’s here has it listed on the wrong date. They usually send an email or text to remind me. The more urgent telephone calls needed are: one to the Audio Clinic to book an appointment, preferably on a Wednesday, and one to Easy Link community buses, to book a lift both ways. But we do need 7 days’ notice, so even if they have an earlier cancellation, I can’t take it.
Now the computer is playing up on me again. A quicky this time. No time for any more writing. I’ll try to get the photos on. What few there are.
Sugar! CorelDraw just crashed!
Balcony right end of the woods, and the rain is pouring down. Taken through the window.
Same area, down to the car park. Is that the chevron parker’s car?
Four hours later, Carer Ejaz took a snap of me on his mobile and emailed it to me. Thank you.
Gone dark again, still raining.
Still dark at 0800hrs.
The mist is coming down now. 17:00hrs.
The weariness of the long day arrived.
Furry Of The Week Spunk Mr Price’s Cat Clowder Leader. Mind you, they are all individuals, and gorgeous.
