Saturday 26th June 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

A TFZer in his yard shed, Hehehe!

 

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Early Ailments Encountered

An Ode that unintentionally grew...

Porcelain Throne due, things felt chockablock,

Solid, bloody, yet messy, t'was a bit of a shock!

Pain from the ulcer on my right fetlock, 

I could see it cause I wasn't wearing a sock,

I cleaned up after the manic havok,

And I had a temporary mind-block,

What had I not done? Ah, the WC to deblock!

 I got the Health Checks done, an aftershock!

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Well pleased with the results, I can tell you,

Now then, what was I going to do?

Ah, yes, make a Glengettie brew!

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Then I took some photos of the morning view!

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The morning Carer came, a new chap, to meet,

Young, bashful, and dressed very neat,

The task he did, but not complete,

A tablet short? Dosage is incomplete!

I asked why the tablets are not replete.

"Ain't none in the bag", This is not right!

Missing, my 30mg Codeine, a fright...

I had to do what they said I should not,

And get the tabs from the medical slot,

Not sure if I did right or not?

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The Iceland Man Cometh...

Made waste bags, spilling some blood,

Wished I'd taken care like I should,

The place was as silent, as a tomb,

Adding to the prevailing gloom,

Off to the chute room,

With a feeling of doom...

But all went well, so back to my room,

Pick up treats for friends to consume!

First the Jenny, Nora & Franks room,

Then, to the ILC's room...

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What a plonker I am, t'was a failed rendezvous!

What a plonker I am, a failed rendezvous!

Not only do I get confused with who's who,

But with what day it is too!

My sanity needs a good looking into,

Or my be given a mental curfew?

But it's an option, a point of view?

A mental health psychologist might do?

Someone, a psychotherapist, or maybe two?

The vascular dementia is winning, hitherto!

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Dizzy Dennis visited me!

Left me with a headache and the most beautiful bruises on my leg from the tumble.

I doubt that even Piccaso could have produced better ones than these. Hahaha!

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Not Feeling so hot now

Going to sit down and try to get a kip or at least some rest of some sort. Back later... I hope! A change of plan, I got a meal made up and ate it with relish, Taste-Rating 8/10, then nodded off!

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Woke up - Whoopsiedanglelop!

I woke after having a couple of hours of blissful, much-needed, sleep. Wondered if I'd have time to get the ablutions done before the evening Carer arrived? Decided to wash a shirt instead, then I made a brew and went to the fridge to get the milk... Argh! The leak inside the fridge was worse than ever. I took me ages to get the tray out and dry it off, but with water dripping in all the time, I was getting in a panic... did what I could, and went into a mild depression.

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The Evening Carer Arrived

It was Elisa or Helena, a king gentle carer that I've taken too. She is patient with me when I stutter and stumble for my words. Not like many people are. She soon had the medications sorted out for me, and helped me with the bottle of water, when she noticed my hand shaking, bless her cotton socks ♥. A treasure!

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Brew of Glengettie & Photographing Views

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It took me a while, though. The lack of concentration, and the onset of a Duodenal Donald attack, ensured it was a miserable, useless Peptac-taking session.

Fed-up? Me? Yes!

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Time to Retire?

My heart and soul have lost their fire,

I bet the Blood Pressure is now higher,

Walking, the feet soles feel like barbed wire!

Why suddenly? I don't know squire!

Hope the fridge will get drier...

My mind, may ease off, less of a mire?

I could become a town crier?

But the stuttering, could be dire?

I'll battle on here in Nottinghamshire,

To fight this dementia, I will aspire,

Mind you, I'm a bit of a liar!

Dinner tonight? Faggots and Caviar!

Hehehe!

TTFNski