.- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m aware that my rhymes, each & all, Make me a Poetaster, if not a McGonagall, My brain works, But I struggle to recall, Events a minute ago, not recoverable, But not things archaic, retrogressional, 1950, my chips were stolen by a seagull! 1953, getting thrown into Nottingham Canal, The longer the memory, the more salvageable, My humour can be dry and satirical… Not skilful, clever, spiteful or sinful, Aiming to make them laughable, Lately, I’ve been naughtily overcritical, Aimed at a man without principle… You may agree that he’s objectionable, Backhander-taking, greedy Starmer… Who lied to get to be our Prime Minister, His actions have been nothing but sinister, His ministers say nothing, each a yeasayer, Each one is a goffer, a doormat, a kowtower, Even Labour voters begin to wither… But why should I bother? Humankind is doomed, whensoever, whatsoever, I’ve been a Starmer-hating vilifier, Hating him became obsessional, Keir does his best, but he’s not professional, Refuses to go to the confessional, His promises, pledges, reversible, Too clever to be pigeonholeable, No accusations, prosecutions, I feel… Existence will turn omnicorporeal, A Labour government that’s oligarchal, Common sense, compassion, gone occidental, My Keir-bashing odes were not nonsensical But my hopes for him are untenable… And I thought he was so guillotineable!. But, no, it was me being gullible! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I anticipated today might be busy and Carer Joe would not be calling; he’s on holiday. But I did get help from Carer Ejaz, who made all the calls today.
The morning, spent struggling with the computer playing up, a few seizures, with Anne Gyna visiting on and off, was a good start because the depression didn’t get a look-in. Come midday, it got a bit busier. So much so that notes were not taken. I got confused with so much going on, but I seemed to take it all relatively unbothered. I accepted the pandemonium because I could do nothing to slow down or cope with them. This is true; It is now 23:15hrs. And I’ve only just ten minutes ago, made a start on this blog. I did get yesterday’s updated, and posted earlier in the day, though. Chalk and cheese. At least we—Carer Ejaz and me—got some photos taken. I think I’ve got them in order… or close to. A late problem with CorelDraw cost me an extra hour, and the Ode writing was not as easy as usual. Concentration tiredness time came as using the dual late afternoon. The new Blood count & oxygen machine was used. I think I was using it right, but I may not have been. It kept flashing low on every occasion that I used it this week. A shame that the DVT Warfarin INR Nurse Hristina did not call. She could have guided me.
I’ll try to recall the unwritten things on the pad. Early morning is well documented, so I can bore you first. Hahaha!
Morning view from the kitchen.
Got the laundry bag filled and ready for Ejaz.
First visit to the wet room.
Made up the waste bags to go to the chute. I burnt an oven tray last night and tried to salvage it, but it was impossible. I’ll have to stop burning my food. Twice yesterday! Tsk!
Had a brew of Co-op 99 tea and enjoyed it. Took the mug to wash… Found I’d left the hot water tap running and the freezer door open, and water (melting food) had spilt out onto the floor…
2nd visit. Messy again!
Salvation arrived in the form of Carer Ejaz. His first task was cleaning the kitchen floor for me. Bless him. Then he took the laundry bag and put it into the washer for me.
While he was down there, I could not go in the kitchen until the floor dried, so instead of fetching an ice cream cone—it would probably have been too soft anyway—I raided my pot of cashew and pistachio nuts. A bad decision, that! I broke yet another tooth.
When Ejaz got back up and started hoovering, I showed him the half-tooth. He took a photo of my short-on-teeth mush for me. Hehehe!
Then, two people from the Care Company arrived. They left a swipe fob and got me to sign an agreement to fit it. I think monitoring to ensure the carers don’t stay too long is the angle. They have to swipe in and out—a Carer tracker of sorts.
Ejaz went down to put the laundry in the dryer. We still have only one. Someone told Ejaz it should be repaired within three weeks. The lad then had a go at the oven for me.
I took my meal of the day from the not-freezing freezer. I’ll have it soon; I’m feeling peckish.
On Ejaz’s next call, he took off my diabetic socks for me and rubbed some barrier cream on the ankles and legs. They looked better than yesterday, but the new growths climbing up the right leg were more painful when he took the sock off—tender, I think the word is—more than sore.
I worked on the Ode for a long time. The seizures had eased of a lot but had returned. She’s still with me five hours later as I type this. But I’ll not complain; she’s been a lot worse; I can cope with moving stabs, which were less sharp than they usually are. But they stayed longer.
When Ejaz arrived, I was making the microwave meal and a pot of instant potatoes with added Leicester cheese. Time-wise, I’d lost the plot. I got it served up so Ejaz could put the nocturnal pouch on, as I’ll not be moving anywhere now. Just grafting away on this blog. (20:15hrs) I’ll be trying these again from Iceland. Tasty! On a Special offer at two for £4, too! I sat with a drawer open, put the tray in it, and ate it while watching Heartbeat on the TV. Which didn’t work out well cause I was also still working again on the blog’s Ode!
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Primo Ballerina, & Warden Deana popped in as passing to see how things are going. Naturally, she hadn’t time for me to explain how things were going. Hehe!
The weariness and tiredness hit me more late than usual, but I still had much to do. I pressed on because I wanted to see the WP Reader and view and answer any WordPress comments.
Well, it’s early morning now. Sleep sounds good to me. Hehehe!
MORE A REMINDER THAN CARTOON – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – STOP… Stop, but don’t do nothing… Think: Is humankind worth saving? Who will do the adjudicating? Whom can we trust for officiating? Who will reveal the declaring? Will we decide by voting? The leaders we’ve been electing… Oligarchs, criminals, always lying… I find them greedy & mind-boggling, He seems to enjoy pensioners dying? <<<<>>>>> When we bravely request a financial bequest, We get a failed promise, a behest at best, Do we vote for the least bloodthirstiest, We settle for the best of the baddest, We get Starmer, virtually, Labour’s baddest, A right-winger, not a Socialist! A taking backhanders specialist, Who looks after his own spondulicks, As lying PMs go, he’s the stealthiest, Maybe he appeals to schizophrenics. <<<<>>>>> Compassion? He hasn’t got the remotest, Wars, hostages? He’s not worth a sausage, He’s got his nuclear shelter radiologist, Is earth worth saving in retrospect, To be honest, I’ve not got the remotest, Did you hear of the upcoming protest? Calls for a national strike from communists, If it’s all peaceful, I won’t object, I liked Boris, although the slaphappiest, Starmer? The Unsincerest! <<<<>>>>> Can you believe Keir’s not even prosecutable? He’s even not at all arrestable! No chance of him being imprisonable, He’s sacrosanct; after lying to get electable, Takes backhanders; what a spectacle… Clothes, cinema, tickets for Arsenal, He’s made himself impregnable… Other MPs’ crimes make them blackmailable, Yet his crimes are irrefutable! His greed & dishonesty are kenspeckle! <<<<>>>>> – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A minimal in the extreme blog today
LAST NIGHT….
Early yesterday evening, to add to the crazy seizure and Ann Gyna popping into the equation, I got the same as I did last Saturday night. A deep tiredness, depression and, most annoyingly at the time, kicked off for the first time since last Saturday. I nodded off to sleep in the c1966, £300 charity shop bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, even with and both giving me attention and waking me up every so often, I soon got back into bliss. Carer Joe woke me up. I was so wee’d-off. I couldn’t help it. Within minutes of his departure, I nodded off again. Mysteriously, but it suited me; never twitched again. And eased off tremendously. And I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the old days. Two hours later, Carer Ejaz woke me. I WAILED WITH FRUSTRATION. Poor Ejaz thought I was getting at him. It’s hard to explain how things can be with my conditions, and I felt guilty about the misunderstanding. Once Ejaz departed, I felt tired and could not get back to sleep. I tried the usual: I put the TV on. Even that failed. After another fruitless hour of trying my best, I finished yesterday’s blog and started this one. Around 04:30hrs, I felt I could get some sleep. But needed to utilise the . As I got up, the pain from the catheter tube in Little Inchy, now leaning to the left, was agony!
I hobbled to the wet room and got myself seated. The nasal juices flowed, and it took me ages to painfully encourage the controlled evacuation to begin. A little bleeding from . I emptied the pouch into a jug for the Carer to evaluate. Then, I tackled moving the tubing and straps on the catheter in the vain hope of easing the pain. I decided to get the done, being as I was up. Shaved first. It is not usually recommended when I feel so tired. But, foolishly, I carried on. I amassed four nicks and foolishly . Wish I’d taken Kodak Tim 2 with me now. The sink reminded me of, erm… Psycho, I think. Haha!
Orifices scrubbed up and dried.
All the usual. Eye drops & sprays Little Inchies Lesion, Another failed go at getting the catheter contraption tube & straps less painful. Barrier creamed where I could reach.
I was back on the computer, fell asleep, and crumpled to the floor, landing on my left knee—now the tube and straps are even more painful. Clamboured up using the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. And thought I’d stay there and get some sleep at long, long last.
That lasted a minute or so, and the landline telephone chirped up. All I could hear was some music? No idea who it was.
Carer Ejaz came in. Well, after I’d unlocked the door, I forgot to do it with the ablutions and Meds performance. A good-looking lad, he was getting some medications out of the prescription drawer in the kitchen.
I’m so tired out. Continues her milder attackd. She’s getting around a bit today. I’m unsure what happened in detail, but the worn-outness and fatigue returned just like last weekend? Why only at weekends? Fell asleep, Carer woke me up. Put TV on to watch the highlight of the day. Fantastic Result! A WARM SMUGNESS FELT! My hatred of Manchester City is only beaten by my Hatred of Chelsea. Naturally, my loathing of Herr Keir ‘Pensioner-Killer’ Starmer outdoes them both. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I then proceeded to fall asleep again. Woken by the Carer. Mizra. Who, I recall, barrier-creamed both ankles. Painkillers were given to counter the almost persistent and graded the urine for me.
I then did some work catching up on this blog. Before getting the meal, I prepared it earlier and put it in the fridge. Delicious! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Cheers! – –
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – GOOD RESULTS – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Failures, mistakes? I’ve become an epigone,
It made me downcast, glum, & woebegone,
Life today, I just can’t underfong,
Hopefully, I’ll not suffer for too long,
I’ll soon see St. Peter, and be logging on…
Depression is a vile botheration…
My mind in constant circumbilivagination,
Brain & body with little corroboration,
Worries, fears, defeats, no cachinnation,
My mental visitors seem all cacodaemon,
The Grim Reaper’s awaited clarion…
I’ve given so much contemplation,
No solutions, just failed bodge, after bodge!
Will I be an Angel, or Beelzebubian?
Will I find safety, a hide, or a bastion?
Will Hell hold or hide bacchanalian?
Hell, is it the source of depressionism?
The Devils home, desolation, damnation?
Will retain my delusion & disequilibrium?
Or judge my sacrilege, profanation?
Or take heed of my moral declension?
Are my thoughts all a misconception?
Are Heaven & Hell; both a delusion?
Yesterday’s confusion I’d like to mention,
The failures, fears, all in deliration!
Will either be divine, celestial, or elysian?
Or are both, just an illusion?
Is there no other option?
Humankind, developed by an alien?
Monitored, our every move digested…
To what we are affiliated, afflicted,
Angered, get-bladdered, how have we altered,
Sins, naughties that we have adopted,
As to why? I’m just bewildered,
We’re castigated, castrated, get cataracted,
We murder, kill, give & get castigated,
Is this message getting communicated?
Explaining one thoughts is complicated…
We’ve been constipated, not consolidated,
We’re disordered, we’ve dithered, doddered…
Defaulted, defected, deflected, & dejected,
Murdered, bribed, MPs get backhanded,
Alliances get disbanded,
Morals do not get expedited,
Freed murderers are paroled,
Honest citizens get exasperated,
Oligarchs laugh at food price rises,
These wrongs are never explicated,
Minds & computers should be expurgated!
Crimes excused, falsified, almost justified,
I’ve lost the plot; must get this ode finished,
Heaven or Hell, they can’t be selected,
Which makes many people frampold & fantad,
We’ve all be criticised, castigated, hated,
Our aggravations have snowballed,
Getting more vicious, but never alleviated,
If lies, deceit were air, we’d all be asphyxiated,
Is death, a feature of life, or a forfeiture?
It could of course be a forewarner…
Life’s gone, but what’s around the corner?
Heaven or Hell, which one would be better,
Naturally I don’t know the answer,
Well, speaking as a grammaticaster…
And obviously an experienced galumpher,
This is just a hypothesis or conjecture…
Bearing in mind I’ve got cachexia,
Which is better to have than copropraxia,
Reserved for those with a particular disorder?
Maybe those of us with ecdemomania?
Maybe I’ll fit into that category?
I could beg St. Peter for an amnesty,
He may consider my plea, ambiguously,
Though he may answer me astringently,
Heaven or Hell? – Hopefully, Heaven for me!
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Sorry but today has been a nightmare.
Carer Joe, replaced with Carer Ejaz.
Who had not done the three hour shift before.
Other things prevented my working on the blog for long. This is really the best I could do. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
05:30hrs: Up and wobbling about. Kitchen safety checks, took this rainy kitchen view
Then I went to have a long session. The full works. Hard work due to both cartilages and several mini-seizures during the two hour session.
Carer Ejaz visit. It appears we have only one of the beta blockers left in stock. Ejaz made notes on his mobile. Said he’d sort things out.
Computer, doing the long ode for today.
Raining a bit now, no sunshine out yet. (midday)
Rain started, rain stopped!
Well, I made a right mess of this evenings meal! Failures: I undercooked the potato cakes. Never have I bought fattier, greasier Golonkowa. The carden peas were taty, though. Unfortunately, I found some mould on the wheatmeal rolls!
A sad end, to a tragic day!
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Do you usually take the bait?
Or do you weigh up the odds and wait?
Do you think life is hell or bittersweet?
Political Parties, who were bivariate,
Now, there’s Starmer’s shower, & he’s variate,
I wouldn’t say he was inadequate…
Mayhap a little ignorant and inquorate,
Despite his backhanders, he looks lanate,
The Tories, now powerless to negate…
Herr Starmer’s a political novitiate,
No politician can stop or obdurate…
Nobody to challenge him, to objurgate,
As Prime Minister, he’s illegitimate,
His lies got him in power to infuriate…
Kier should be easy to mock and humiliate,
He should not wait to hibernate…
He has no moral convictions to incapacitate,
No guilt, no shame, no loss of face to illustrate,
He loves to regulate but not reevaluate,
His robbing of pensioners will reverberate,
His own HMG rules he does violate,
If his lies continue, he’ll vermiculate,
His lies are ignored, as with Watergate,
I don’t think he’s anyone’s mate!
His dishonesty is too complex to mitigate,
Only gloom for the UK’s proletariat,
His underhandedness can only be profligate,
The proletariat, Keir does provocate…
His lies, he continues to replicate,
Lies by omission on autorepeat,
Before each move, they collectively machinate,
Thesaurus consulted for compassionate…
They all already know how to spell desperate,
Trying to avoid using misappropriate,
Grabbing everything that companies donate,
MP’s expenses are ignored; they do not noviciate,
Starmer continues to confuse & obfuscate, He’s a clever con man, a tergiversator…
Cunning defrauder, liar, and defalcator,
Hustler, bustler, shyster, & backhand-taker,
A true Labour voter dissapointer & alienator,
One more thing about our new Prime Minister…
He’s a two-faced, double-dealing ambidexter! I hope I don’t get a visit from his barrister?
To sue me for defamation of character…
He can come to see me, we can have a natter…
If he finds time amidst his backhanding colloquia,
Getting his lagniappes, donations & baksheeshes,
He stole my fuel allowance, but does it matter?
May I express my thoughts about him? A conspirator! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Contrails in the sky!
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What do I see today, politically?
Alcoholically, ablutionary, & apocalyptically!
Backhanders taken, greedily,
Compassion? Only adumbratively…
Questions answered deviantly,
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Top of Starmer’s gaffes,
“Sausages” instead of “hostages”!
Showing his gaffe addictiveness,
He shows tendencies of being anorakish,
Some decisions made, are cartoonish!
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His gaffes can always be worked around,
His lies leave voters spellbound,
Not denied, just juxtapositioned,
He thinks everything he’s done is sound,
Price rises, are not propound!
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The Tories are now but a bugaboo…
To come back, they must be true-blue!
Their defeat for me, was a blanscue,
I knew what Labour were going to do…
Win the election! More price rises are due!
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Bet they’ve got gelt on some archipelago,
Fiddle expenses, take backhanders too,
More & more dosh they seem to accrue,
Gas, electricity cost rises for us though,
Food, bread, spuds, up, even cocoa!
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I unwillingly got up at 05:00hrs.
Removed the nocturnal catheter pouch.
Got up and nearly fell back down again. Gave way on me.
She did this again a couple of hours later. But I was in the hallway at the time, taking the groceries, so the walls saved me that on that occasion.
Next, a rare prolonged visit from .
As far as I could tell, I’d had no seizures of any type or kind up to now.
I took a photo of the calendar clock to include here later, after resizing it to fit the page.
Took a blue-view photo from the kitchen. Cloudless! But not for long.
Sorted the waste bags and got them to the waste chute, but stopped myself in time. It was too early to use it yet, for fear of waking somebody living below as the bags tumble the twelve floors to the bin. I returned to the flat, and made up three one litre drinks to satisfy the demands from the bladder & catheter. I used soda water ones. One with some lemon in to flavour it, one with orange cordial, and the last one with Tango orange. Each one also had a sprinkling of bicarbonate-of-soda added.
I downloaded the photos I had already taken to CorelDraw. It took me some time to get the computer to save the files, but I eventually managed to do so.
The intercom came to life. It was the Asda order arriving. The driver packed the lose goods into carrier bags for me. I insisted had picked a drink for himself before he left. Plenty to pick from.
I started packing the things away, planning to take photos of the food as I emptied the bags.
I walked Carer Ejaz. He hurried me to get the things away, so no chance for many photos. I took two before he arrived. He fitted the diabetic socks, issued the prescription medications, checked the taps, and verified the food dates.
So, I opened the cupboard doors, the fridge, and so on, to take shots of them when he had gone.
First photo.
Second snap. Asda didn’t have two of the breads in stock, so it looks likely I’ll never buy a loaf of my favourite one, the sliced milk roll. Humph! The fridge.
The freezer.
Top cupboard,
Bottom cupboard.
I got the stew of the day, a vegetarian started. Doing it in the slow-cooker this time. Onions, carrots, mushrooms, gravy pot, gungo beans, pickled black peas, pickled water chestnuts, & a tin of garden peas, with some Gung Po added. Left it on a low light for two hours, then turned it up.
Got the ode sorted out and posted it on the blog. Feeling tired now.
Carer Joe arrived at 13:15hrs. He rang British Gas again and got through this time, after a long wait, but he did say they were playing jazz music. Hehe! Not sure how much the call will cost me, but the lad was on it for a long time. He eventually got through the hoard of human messages, and spoke to someone. He said it has been sorted now. Thanks, Joe.
I went into the kitchenette to turn up the heat for the stew and added some tinned potatoes That I had sliced up. The juice was tasty.
Back in the main rubbish room, I emptied the catheter day pouch into the jug… and… I was bent down released and kept hold of to shake the exit switch, and Lost Balance Brutus had me over. The urine ended up on the carpet with me! Cartilage Chloe, Arthur Itis Len on the left knee, and bashing my arm against the chair as I fought my way back onto my feet after the tumbled, offered as much pain as I ever want to handle again. The day was going so well, as well! However, it worsened even further for the knees and back. All that bending to soak up the wee as fast as I could. It took me ages to get it anywhere near dry. Then, I sprayed the fabric conditioner and fresh air spray around, I on the corner of the ottoman. Aargh! Needless to say, !
Then, as I recovered from the incident and had cleaned it up as best I could, I returned to blogging. Shot up the leg, as far as my groin. Fair enough, they eased off a lot, and were barely reaching the knee. Then the shocks cut out, and cold tingling sensation took over.
Sister Jane rang. We had a natter. She has glaucoma now, bless her. We spoke about football and swapped tales from the past.
I went to put the thin dressing gown on the kitchen window, as the sun was blooming again. I rechecked the stew, nowhere near ready yet, might be an hour or two at least. I left it on high.
Went on the WR Reader, then the comments.
I’ll have to have the meal after the Carer has been. It’ll never be ready in time to eat it first. This leaves me with the pressure (not really) of remembering to put on the night catheter pouch. What am I saying. I am a fool! Somehow, I thought it was 20:45, and it isn’t. It’s 16:45! And it’s the third visit!
Bootiful Puffer Clouds.
I went to get some more cleaners to try again at removing the accidental urine Accifauxpa scent from the carpet. And found the Rhodesian (as was, it’s now Zimbabwe) police officer truncheon. 1962 I got this.
Joe, then Ejaz made the last two calls.
Grammarly is not working properly; no spell checks are being made.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Bless the poor old sausage! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Frustration makes me wish I was unborn,
Depression; Why? I’m not certain,
Before I face my final curtain…,,
Why do I always underperform?
I can’t sleep due to my own thought storm,
What could make my life, less tiresome?
With the catheter contraption worn, <<<<<>>>>>
I’ve done nothing to make me admirable,
I’d like to be again analytically capable,
Have romp, with lady so angelical,
These thoughts are all antilogical,
Sex at 82 is not recommendable,
Not only is my ticker undependable…
Life for me is no longer wadable. <<<<<>>>>>
As failures and worries accumulate,
Dementia makes the brain less accurate,
Thinking of sex? Long ago did mussitate,
Catheter? Forced me to terminate…
Distant memories of when I could mate,
Desires, passions, no longer machinate,
It’s been forty years since I had a date!
And that’s frustrating to me mate! <<<<<>>>>>
Not that I had any sexual effectiveness,
Lost abilities = gained acrimoniousness,
My appointment with the neurosurgeons,
Waited three years, with little urgence…
Both legs with diabetic bandages,
And rapidly failing cartilages,
Power charges, HMG, both bloodsuckers!
Day & night, I get the seizures,
Most of all I get the desires…
No more sex, or dancing, it’s pathetic…
I’ve Glaucoma, deafness, nothing climatic,
Daily I’m growing much more empathetic,
What I miss most, I’ll not be too explicit,
Is Grizelda’s sessions, they were fantastic,
Frantic, frenetic, fundamentalistic,
Memories, now far out of reach…
My dream of Grizelda’s return, is foolish,
The fearful truth, is tempus fugit!
Self-consoling with things gastronomic,
Now I’ve a bouncing belly, that’s gigantic, <<<<<>>>>>
Creating humankind? Was it just a gimmick?
All I’ve got from life, is acroparesthesia,
No longer interested, I’m now a flaneur
Starmer the acclaimer and enjoinder,
Putin the attacker, ever threatening,
Liar Trump, now liar Putin copying!
Why are all tellurians fearing?
Squabbling, murdering, starving,
Quarrelling, arguing bickering,
World-ending leaders & Oligarchs,
Daily they are contraindicating,
Midst the violence, the mugging,
Shooting, stabbing & conquesting,
Battling, waring, the world’s combusting,
Betraying, cheating & deceiving,
So many innocents grieving…
Rulers? Champagne, vodka, delabating,
While earth’s population is detritioning. >>>>><<<<<
I once found life to be coruscating,
Now I believe it is devastating…
Dangerous, and debilitating…
But not for the idiots who are ruling,
As they carry on greedily enfeebling…
their own voters citizens; uncaring,
Getting evermore disobliging:,
Uncivil, unsympathetic, morally-offending
Laughing at imagined enemies, taunting,
While global-warning denigrating…
Blameless, faultless families, scared & hiding,
Poor mites no water, possibly starving,
Underground, hugging and/or cuddling,
Millions running away, emigrating,
Leaders carry on as usual…
Manipulating, cheating and defrauding!
A saviour? I hope he arrives in the morning! >>>>><<<<<
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I spent that long on today’s Ode (Although I did enjoy doing it – not the content, but my protesting). It is already 17:40hrs, and I got up at 04:00hrs! This will have to be brief and concise. Otherwise, it will be another early morning, head-down time.
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Up at 0400hrs. The nocturnal catheter bag contents showed a 6-rating this morning.
No seizures yet, and only one cartilage gave way on me all day long, well up to now. Cartilage Chloe.
I must have had a shake on when I took this one. But, it made for an interesting modern art effort?
Early Morning
I started with a similar evacuation to yesterday on the Porcelain Throne.
I took this snap from the kitchen. I gathered all the necessary items for this morning’s whole ablution event at the wet room. No, that’s not true! Sorry. I’d ran out of clean Kagoules. In fact, I only had one left, that needed washing, cause I’d just taken it off. So, I hand-washed one and hung it in the wet room to drip-dry with the wall heater on full.
Which shows that I was not entirely with it. Cause I had to move it to get into the shower. Yes, I know, I’m an idiot!
So I got the towels from the airer.
And swapped them with the Kagoule.
Then I could start the ablutionings… No, another Whoopsie!
So I took poff the Kagoule, and replaced the towels on the airer. Putting the Kagoule in the kitchen sink, to make sure the towel would be nice and warm after I’d done the ablutionings. I’m losing this! Hehe! Another Whoopsie!
I realised that I’d not taken off the catheter contraption’s day bag holder pouch. Back into the front room to remove it and get it in the laundry bag.
As I got in the room and bent down, I had a Seizure if sine sort, that lasted the three seconds or so it took me to tumble onto the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, recliner. Which was a lot better than going down onto the floor, and so easy to get back up again. By the time I got back to the wet room, I felt tired again, as if I’d been up for couple of hours already and had got nowt done. I had to smile when I saw the clock in the wet room. I had been up for over two hours! Now I needed to cut corners to save time and ensure I finished before the Carer was due. . After two false starts, I tried again. Great! one cut shaving, bloody toothache again. I was amazed at how well things went. Even getting the fresh Amazon PPs on was was a piece of cake. I wasn’t wearing pants made of cake, you’ll understand? Hahaha!
After rejigging the Kaghoule with the towels again, I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea. Very welcome! I got on the computer and started on the mammoth ode above. I got a little carried away with it, cause if flowed so easily. Just the one mini seizure, and as for , I think she’s fallen out with me. I do hope this carries on. Is enough bother witout any help from Anne Gyna. I must have already used a tenner’s worth of the pain-ease spray.
Carer Ejaz, formerly Ahmed arrived a little later than usual. As it is a Bank Holiday and the public is finding it difficult to use the Sunday Timetable buses. He gave the medications and got my diabetic socks fitted. He was already well behind, so he did not stop for the usual chat that we have.
I made a JS food order for next week, Tuesday. This week’s ASDA order, I cut back on a little. I think! This Arithmaphobia is getting worse. I’m bad enough with word remembering. Good job I’d made lists to use on my blogs. Numers, dates etc. I regularly find errors on the calendar and blog. To many!
Carer Joe arrived. 13:15hrs. He obligingly tried to obtain the Electricity meter reading for British Gas online. However, we were unable to get it to accept them. He spent more time than he wanted to and had to give up when he found a message saying ‘They could not access my account! Why? No reason given. Hump! We shared our farewells and off he trotted. Nice lad.
Back to the Ode again, and got it finished. Even the punchline came easily this time. Made a start on the blog proper.
Then I went to make up the feast I had planned for today’s meal in advance (I thought). Realising the time, and it wasn’t in advance… What happened to the time again? I put the items in the fridge and worked on the WP reader, perusing and replying to comments.
Getting late now. Better heat the meal up. Beef in onion gravy, boil-in-the-bag. With Home pickled water chestnuts and black chickpeas. Then I added some rich gravy seasoning, my beloved Gung Po sauce and garden peas to the mixture. Stirred it all up nicely, added some Marmite, then cooked it in the microwave for eight minutes, stirring it vigorously after four minutes. Three doorstep-sized slices of white bread, dipped and dunked. Slurp!
I watched the Burnley v Sheffield United match. My second-favourite team, Burnley, won. To be honest they didn’t deserve to. But I was so glad. This meant they would be promoted to the Premier League as winners of the Championship. have spent 60 seasons in the top division of English football, 47 in the second, 11 in the third, and 7 in the fourth division, historically. In the 2020s, they have been promoted to the Premiership on six occasions, and relegated after one season on six of them in the first year.
In 1960, Burnley won the First Division, and Forest avoided relegations by just one point. Mixed emotions there!
1962 FA CUP FINAL
SPURS BEAT BURNLEY 3-1 THEY WAS ROBBED BY A CROOKED REFEREE!
Tottenham Hotspur took an early lead when Jimmy Greaves scored past Burnley goalkeeper Adam Blacklaw with a low left foot shot to the right corner of the net. The score remained 1–0 until half time. Burnley equalised shortly after the interval through Jimmy Robson, who in doing so had scored the 100th FA Cup Final goal at Wembley. However, Bobby Smith quickly countered for Tottenham Hotspur to restore their one-goal lead. Smith had scored in the 1961 final and remained the only player to score in successive finals for the next forty years, until Freddie Ljungberg of Arsenal repeated the feat with goals in the 2001 and 2002 finals. With ten minutes remaining, Burnley defender Tommy Cummings handled the ball on the goal-line and a penalty was awarded to Tottenham. Danny Blanchflower sealed victory for Tottenham with a penalty that sent Blacklaw the wrong way, securing Tottenham Hotspur’s fourth FA Cup. Despite the opinion of the final by the press, the game itself actually produced more action in the penalty area than any previous post-war final, with the two keepers being forced into more saves from shots on target than any two keepers in any previous post-war final. The game also pivoted on two moments of controversy. The first came midway through the second half when Jimmy Robson was put through to score what looked like a second equaliser for Burnley. The linesman’s flag ruled the goal out and while BBC television pictures are not conclusive the call was an extremely close one. The second centred on Tottenham’s decisive penalty when the opposite linesman flagged for a foul, presumably on goalkeeper Blacklaw seconds before the handball incident for which the penalty was awarded. The referee did not seem to see the linesman’s flag and pointed to the spot while, to their credit, none of the Burnley players protested. I bet you’d never have believed that this could happen? But the scumball of a cheating, backhanded referee got away with it.
Thus, my horrible-hatred and loathing for Tottenham Hotspur was given birth. I still have most of it left! Just thought I’d mention it! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – CHIN-CHIN, ALL! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cooked pot of pork knuckle, beetroots, pickled black beans and water chestnuts, a giant potato pancake, two doorstep sized slices of bread, and a spot of BBQ sauce added. A cheap icecream cone to follow.
Ate it all up, like a good little boy. Hehehe!
22:20hrs: I got bedded down, and was soon off into the land of slumber, where I had a dream.
I was in the Tardis, with Herr Starmer. I recognised it from the TV series, but there were also members of Parliament, all arguing. Starmer seemed oblivious to this, and carried on over-talking them. I wish I could recall more. But that’s all folks! As some old Walt Disney cartoons used to end. Not that I can recall it at the moment, but I reckon I must have got up during the morning, and took these photographs from the kitchen window. Putting them on, I remembered the green sky, and wondering what I’d done wrong? To the right I think. To the left I think. Ahead, I guess. Closer shot, ahead. (Brown now?)
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Imbedding in me, thoughts of a madman,
Or perhaps, to be closer, a badman…
Silly thoughts, developed, began…
Will I ever get to use a bedpan again?
A chance to dance, the twist or can-can?
If I’m reborn, I’d like to be a Casanovan,
I’m passing wind with power of a turbofan,
I can hear words, they’re stentorian…
However, I refuse to pay attention,
They are full of hatred & vilification…
Loathing, defamation, castigation…
Giving me collywobbles & trepidation,
They laughed at my coming trephination,
Is the voice mine? Am I in regression?
My alto-ego is a much better rhetorician,
I leave no progeny, offspring, scion,
What will I leave in residualisation?
With age, comes a painful realisation,
Unwarranted dismal and depression,
I’d use a little prognostication…
Involving perception, conceptualisation,
But it would only be assumption, supposition,
I’d love to know before my conclusion,
Can life really be just an illusion? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Best Week All Year!
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I had to use the Porcelain Throne twice overnight.
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At 06:40hrs, I bounded out of bed, and I did a backwards flip. One-handedly whipped the nocturnal pouch from the day bag. Burst into song; Frank Ifield’s Wayward Wind. Did a few press-ups, and ten minutes of shadow boxing, and opened the kitchen window to yodel my greetings and best wishes to all who could hear me… Or, if you prefer the truth…
It’d been another stormy night. It must have taken me four hours to fall asleep. with his nit-picking and reminders of various mistakes and bad choices I’ve made over the years, I finally gave up his attack. I feell asleep for about an hour, sprang awake, waited for to stop trying to twist my neck off, and as he subsided, had her turn at dislocating my shoulder bone. No chance of nodding off again no matter how tired I felt, now. At 06:40hrs, I removed the night bag, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I could hardly feel the evacuation taking place. As I stood up, I couldn’t believe the amount of mass of evacuated product in the porcelain! I’ll say no more...
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Carere Ejaz called. I forgot to ask him to take off my socks. And pointed out that have only one warfarin dose left in the stock. Ejaz said sorry for being late. No bother at all. He was using buses on a Sunday.
I prepared the meal for tonight.
Large white beans, black-eyed peas, Gung Po sauce and gravy, water chestnuts, Light Soy sauce, liquid smoke, and potatoes. Heating it slowly in the crock-pot. Yes, the same again. I do like it!
More kitchen views. Sunshine getting through. Decent shots?
Back to the blogging.
Then onto the WP Reader.
Hoping it lets me ‘like and comment’ this time.
Carer Joe arrived. He’s bought some prescription medications, bless him. Great, I was on the last Warfarin tablet, too! Thanks!
Got the meal sorted. Took snaps of the evening view. Amazing cloud formations
The days meal.
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Proof that the Grim Reaper is Evil! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Life now seems full of stupefaction,
To which I hold many a reaction…
Overall, after my pondering summation,
I cut down on taking beta-blocker medication,
To help me with my concentration,
I weighed up the facts, with consideration
My brain tending towards absquatulation,
Considered my rear-end’s vesiculation,
It had no bearing on the situation,
Considering problems I didn’t want to mention,
The neurologist who said I’ve verbigeration,
Will my research ultimately reach a conclusion?
I realise life will never be utopian,
Past failures, return, with apprehension,
Stemming my thoughts with hesitation,
Guilt, self-vulneration & vilification
Detract me from my original intention,
I often lose my current situation…
What is my purpose, my vocation?
With Dementia comes alienation,
No doubt, I can cope, using gumption…
Mine is comparatively, insignificant,
But it is bound to soon worsen,
At the same time, my catheterisation,
Means no voluntary tintinnabulation.
For concentration, I see only annihilation!
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Whatever my mood, high or low,
I’ll get part-three done tomorrow,
I’m off now to have a Cornetto! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Excellent week up to now! – –
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I stirred back into my pretend life at 05:40 hours. Another night of ever waking up, but this time & were present every time I woke up. I was concerned about them both, having two nights absence. Huh!
Nocturnal Pouch. Rating 5
Clock calendar updated. Hearing aid inserted. Earholes olive oiled. Eye sprayed. Rear end washed and antisepticated. The saving produced just two little cuts. No spillages or tumbles! Although I had a close call when getting the fresh PPs on.
Care Ahmed arrived as I was starting to season & pickle some black peas. I mentioned that the computer was correcting when I put his name in the blog; so he gave me another name to use, bless him. Ejaz. I used it when updating yesterday’s blog, it accepted this one. He issued the medications and asked me if the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Ointment treating was hurt again today. Haha, a lovely lad, ever-ready for a laugh.
I hoovered the little hallway, not that I’ve got a large hallway, anyway. I didn’t need to say that, did I? I’m wandering all ready. Then, I prepared the necessary items to finish the chickpeas and store them in the fridge for later use.
The day was brightening. However, the sunshine never did break through the clouds today.
The Kala Chan peas, Stubb’s liquid smoke (this is what McDonald’s uses in their smoked food). Mushroom liquid ketchup, Marmite, liquid sea salt, pickling vinegar, and light soy sauce. I drained the peas and put them in a leak-proof food tub. And I got it sealed and put it in the fridge. Then I opened a can of water chestnuts, and broke some up into the mix and vinegar. I had a taste of the liquid mix, and it tasted very good to me. It will require a minimum of three days in the fridge to achieve a decent level of pickledness in the peas. I must be parient. Hehe!
Back to the wet room. Urgh!
The midday call was by “Carer Joe”. We had a natter, and he said he’s doing the next call, then a new Carer would be calling. He’ll be back later. I’m not sure how long he’ll be off for, he might be on holiday.
I’d had a seizure while doing the blog when he arrived, so things can be taken with a pinch of salt.
SEIZURES FIESTA
Not for long.
But they very short, but each one was recogniseable.
I dare not move about or try to do anything on the computer, fearing a tumble or ruining the nearly finished blog. All ended well, though. They stopped after about an hour of them rattling in so fast.
Andy really has expressions that almost seem to talk to you! He’s undergoing a lot of treatment at the vets now he’s getting older. All the WPers love him.
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Good Morning!
Not much to do, just to add Ejaz visit and the days nosh. Can’t remember anything else. When Carer Ejaz made the last call, I’d been deep into a heavenly sleep for about an hour.
Boy, was I confused and tired again.
I was so tired; all I wanted was to get back to sleep.
He kindly said he would fit the new weekly catheter day bag on in the morning. But I’d not made a meal yet! So I did. Half-asleep. Hehehe!
Made the nosh up. Minced imitation beef and grey, added garden peas, pickled water chestnuts, and brown chickpeas. Poured some Gung Po sauce over it, as shown in the picture above. Mixed it all up and microwaved it. Loverly!
Of course, that was end of any sleep for the night.
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and my bodily, dedicated to medications,
Going in, my shoulder had a collision,
Banged my head, nearly had a concussion,
The Porcelain Throne, I dumped on,
Had a Trotsky Terence evacuation…
All over within what seemed an instant!
Standing, I saw blood, & liquid aurulent.
I checked my bottie and protection pants,
Blood on the lid… is that appurtenant?
Blood twixt the top between each buttock,
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I cleaned my teeth, and they bled,
Then got on and shaved,
Five cuts with my razor blade,
I should really stay bearded,
To myself, I blethered,
Then, with me being butterfingered,
Washing my delicate feet, barefooted,
My ingrowing toenail was stubbed,
The bottom was still well blooded,
Smearing barrier cream, I lathered,
Of course, I wasn’t really bothered!
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Started the medications, antibiotical,
The clock had stopped, its analogical,
Found another sticking out blood vessel,
Then I had something of a tumble…
To the floor, I slowly crumple,
Any more, and I’ll be biopsable!
This was not the end of my trouble,
My ailments are not inalimental,
Many ailments were responsible,
Anne Gyna, Cartilages or neurological,
None of which are nullifiable!
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On all fours, to the recliner, I had to go,
I got on my feet, muttering mumbo-jumbo,
Again, banging my poor camel toe!
Back to the wet room, slowly, adagio,
The rear end was still bleeding, though,
After getting up, the fungal lesion too,
I greeted Carer Ahmed, Buongiorno,
Ahmed said I’ve to let the nurse know,
About the blood that still did flow,
But it stopped later, so I thought, no…
I did feel a bit of a drongo!
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Ahmed medicated me, put on my diabetic socks,
Back to the wet room, I had aftershocks…
No blood is coming now from my buttocks,
Seizures, which for me is now orthodox,
Anne Gyna started, as usual for Inchcock,
Flood alarm sounded, off went the stopcock,
Left the tap running, causing more havoc,
My brain went into a maze, gridlock,
Hearing aids in, I heard the clock’s tick-tock,
Confusion is still running amok!
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Morning shots. Straight ahead To the right To the left. But I might be wrong.
Off to the wet-room to do my ablutions… And my body is dedicated to medications. Details are at the top of the above Ode. Believe it or not. The session took me three hours to get done. Then Carer ‘Joe’ here for three hours, it didn’t leave me much time ot get owt done. Although I did get bits done. But not much on the notepad apart from the wet room visit of gloom.
19:20hrs: The rear end is still leaking the odd little bit of blood now, but it is less each time I check it than in previous investigations. A lot of bloodied tissues. I’ve got to laugh about it… now! Haha!
I did have time earlier to cut some water chestnuts into a jar to pickle them. I put them in the fridge next to the delicious Gung Po jar of sauce and the black bean sauce. I made up a tub to microwave the planned meal later, but I’m nowhere near getting it done yet. So it may be morning again before I get a nosh. But I think it will be a good one. Another can of the odd, nobbly, stumpy Bularian soft sausage and giant white beans. With Gung-Po already mixed in the microwave dish for later, and some water chestnuts added, either tomato sauce of beef gravy will be added, like the other day. It didn’t look terrific, but it was sooo tasty!
I took this of the tree copse and pathway. I think I did, I’ve no memory. I may have taken it another day. Cause I was having a series of mini-seizures that left me more confused than I had been for a few days.
When Carer Ahmed arrived, he thought I was in a seizure. I’d just come out of one. Well spotted, young man. He offered to take a look at my bleeding rear end. It was bleeding, but he wasn’t sure if it was inside or out. Had it been inside, it may have been or. But a little discomfort when I sit down tells me I’ve chaffed the coccyx (tailbone), from falling in the tumbles or just sitting down so often. I kept cleaning the area and putting some barrier cream on each check throughout the day.
I was trying to get the Ode done. But four hours later, I did get it done. Little else. ‘Joe’ was patient with me, persisting. He knows how addicted I am.
I took this at about 20:15hrs.
I got the food out and added a can of beef stew. Stirred it all together, ready for when the Carer has called, and then I can cook it and dig in. I got three chunky, thick slices of bread from the freezer and thawed them out, ready for the feasting! Haha!
The tiredness and weariness came later than usual today. I’ll try to catch up in the morning, but there’ll not be much to do. Unless some exciting events take place unexpectedly, like: We have a fire, I have another heart attack and or stroke, I leave the taps running, have a tumble, world war three kicks off, or someone calls to adopt me as a grandad. I’ll not set any odds.Hehehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFN
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Inchie: You’re not listening to me! Inchy: Well, I’m having a pee… Rollocks, you can’t manually pee! But I can empty the catheter manually! Only if yer pouch ain’t fell below yer knee… Then yer can’t reach it, only painfully! If I’m you, and you say you’re me, Why is yer always acting sarcastically? Well, I stuck with you mentally; No need for you to act temperamentally! Sorry, it’s been another bad day, yer see You don’t expect me to act amiably? There must be some points on which we agree. I’ve got Doreen Dementia in here with me! And you, too, just as alarmingly! She makes me act absentmindedly, I’ve got her for life, intrinsically, Playing with my mind’s psychoactivity, She’s given me Peripheral Neuropathy! Yes, she’s cruel, she inspires me… Inspires you! With her psychoactivity? She taught me jealousy & perversity! And how to correctly use pomposity, Then where did you get your piosity?, The same place you got your absurdity. Always had it; it comes naturally. And your nastiness, and pugnacity? I’ve had them since my birth in 2015 BC. 2015 BC? How come you ended up with me? When your current brain dies, we float away, To Grim Reaper Land ostensibly, We get a new brain-lodgings for free, Move in, if assessed okay? Then permanently, Until they near death, which is you currently, You’re really in antemortem, pre-autopsy. Oh, then I’ll die owing money? What’s yer biggest debt fundamentally? £1,566 behind, and I need to pay my electricity fee. How did you get £1,566? That’s a lot of money! Herr Starmer to blame mostly… Ah, I understand, you’ve my sympathy. No need to be gloomy or for any negativity, You’ll likely die today while making your tea. How is that supposed to cheer me? You won’t have to pay for your electricity! Oh, yeah. I can see clearly, All part of life’s declivity! >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Catch-up from last night. Vegetable stew with a sausage, some Gung-Po sauce added and extra gravy for the first time ever. I had it in for a while and could not find a sell-by date, but it didn’t smell off. It tasted lovely. The Morrisons part-baked rolls were oven-cooked, and they tasted nice, well over-dunked in the liquid first. I could not read the contents of the Gun Po, but I tasted water chestnuts in it. When Carer ‘Joe’ called later, he confirmed no water chestnuts were in the ingredients. But whatever was in there, I liked it. I’ll try them again with the Bulgarian beans and sausage tinned meal.
I noted the strange mini-clouds that looked like gate tops above the yellow & in the grey. They look like shark fins in this one. Love to know how this happened.
A lousy night’s kipping again. Ever waking up. I tried my best to stay asleep, but it was no good. So at 06:00hrs, I rose from the c1966, £300 charity shop-bought second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I removed the nocturnal catheter bag and mused over what needed to be done. Then, I decided to get the ablutions and medications done first, hoping to catch up on some sleep later.
I must have taken these two shots of the view from the kitchenette; they were on the SD. Straight ahead To the right, catching a bit of the balcony.
They didn’t go so well today.
Five cuts shaving. Dropped the olive oil bottle while sucking up some liquid. The Porcelain Visit took seconds, Trotsky Terence style, but it took ages to clean up afterwards. What a mess; I’ll not say where, but embarrassment ensued.
Carer Ahmed arrived. Socks, medications, and he found I’d left the hot tap running again! Argh!
Good job that I had an early clean-up & shave.
MARATHON SEIZURE I WAS DOING SO WELL MEDICALLY AS WELL
I came out of it so confused. I’d done a little on the blog and made a mess of most of what I’d done.
I had to stop for a while to get my head together. Well, as together as it’s ever going to get. I fear I was out of things for several hours. I think I was; maybe I’d fallen asleep? I doubt it because I felt worn out after a while, which I hadn’t before the episode. I hope the Doctor rings soon. This one was not good.
Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. He had a mask on and a cough and sore throat—so did I. It was a short visit during which he assessed the contents of the Gung-Po sauce. I forgot to ask him for some Peptac.
A food order arrived that I worryingly can’t recall ordering at all. Six bags. Cake shop & cobs. Cakes for Carer ‘Joe’ in thanks. More cakes for Jenny & Frank… and me!
And the ice cream cones. Slurp! A few other bits.
Then I called to see if Jennie and Frank were at home and took some treats down for them. They tell me off, but they are so good to me. Bless them both.
NOW A SCARY MINI-SEIZURE
I was stood up when I went into it.
I felt myself going and sat down.
What felt like two minutes later, I seemed to come round. Crikey, was I in a state. Balance gone, hazy-minded. Within minutes, I was back to how I was earlier. Mind-Bogglingly Confusing!
As I write this, about four hours later, the seizures have stopped completely. (Give them time.)
I’m going to make an early meal, see how I feel. Lamb burgers, methinks! Then, I will see if I can catch up on some sleep again. I’m off to cook the burgers now.
