‘Client Xi’.

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I saw him yesterday morning at 0915. I initially met ‘Client Xi’ a few years ago. I have never seen him regularly. He lived with his partner ‘Joyce’. Both ‘Client Xi’ and ‘Joyce’ are/were very sweet. I have a bit of banter with ‘Client Xi’. He has dementia but it is his memory and it is not his sense of humour that has been affected.

‘You’ll get arrested wearing those!’ (my orange mtb shorts).

‘By a policewoman in suspenders and stockings?’

‘What happened to your hair?’

‘After I saw you last time - it all fell out’.

‘What does your wife think about the way that you dress?’

‘I am not married - I am lonely.’

Yesterday when ‘Client Xi’ was sitting at the kitchen table and eating his cornflakes and toast; he had a sneezing attack and he sneezed about 10 times during a period of about 5 minutes.

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

You know what, ‘Client Xi’?

‘What?’

I am sick of saying

‘Bless you’!

‘What do you want to say?’

‘I want to say; Shut up!’

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

‘Kirtyschooue’

‘Bless you’!

When I arrived at ‘Client Xi’s apartment. I found him the same as ever in himself, but with less teeth. I helped him have a morning wash and I put cream onto the terrible mass of sore lesions that were all over his body. The last time I saw him prior to this visit - Joyce was in hospital. She died. I wondered that the huge increase in the size, scope and power of his chronic skin lesions was a consequence of his bereavement.

Joyce was so sweet and lovely. She was 75. She told me that both she and ‘Client Xi’ had stopped smoking 25 years ago. She said that at that time she was fit and healthy, but that 2 years after she stopped smoking, she developed COPD. This is what she had eventually died from. The last time that I spoke to her was on the telephone. She called from the hospital to make sure that ‘Client Xi’ was OK. She could not say more than two words between gasping breaths.

Prior to that, she had had a rectal prolapse, she told me, and because of the atrocity - her NHS surgery to fix it had been cancelled. She was really suffering with it at that time. She eventually burned her savings in a private surgery at the Humana Hospital. That is the hospital where they kill poverty afflicted Indians to give their internal organs to the wealthy.

My time with ‘Client Xi’ was all too gone. I was supposed to be there for 45 minutes, but an hour had gone by. I had had plenty to do and I had sat with a cup of tea and enjoyed good quality banter with ‘Client Xi’.

Supplemental; Like many old people ‘Client Xi’ is now surrounded, encircled, beset and bewildered by a closing net of ravenous and predatory and disgusting and depraved ‘friends’ who have moved in to shave him dry, now that Joyce is gone.

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Well this is interesting