So, the little mite has new medical problems… Well fancy that!
Inchcock Today: Monday 13th October 2014
Up at 0415hrs tending the ‘Inch’ yet again.
Down and made a cuppa – bit worried about me not wanting to eat in a morning nowadays? Took medications.
Hurried me LOMM posts and got em posted in about three hours. I hope they are alright, what with me concentration not being too good at the moment.
Dank dark and drizzly outside this morning – a bit like inside really! Hehehe
Awaiting Asda delivery. Hope it isn’t late or I might miss me Doctors appointment. Supposed to be here twixt 0700 and 0900 hrs?
Asda arrived with five substitutions on me order. Never mind, but I’ll have to give the substitute for me deodorant spray to Dr Vindla or the nurses because it is for women and the scent is a bit sweet like.
Heavy rain now.
Dr Vindla now concerned about me ‘Inch’ and told me to ring a number she gave for an appointment along with a letter, for the G.U.M. City Hospital Clinic. BP okay.
I’ll look up G.U.M. hang on a sec…
I’m back, just like Arnold Schwarzenegger, well…
Apparently G.U.M. stands for Genito-Urinary Medicine? Mmmm? Std? Not me, no chance surely?
Got back to the flea-pit and tried ringing them a few times but was put on hold every time with canned music, and a bloke telling me he is sorry to keep me waiting – please hold. Getting expensive this lark again.
I decided to go to the City hospital and take the letter and try to get an appointment in person. What’s the chances eh?
I think I can catch a bus from the City Hospital afterwards to the QMC Hospital straight through for my Warfarin level tests?
Ah well, out into the rain again…
I walked to the bus stop, arthritis in the knees not too bad this morning, but the ‘Inch’ is stinging somewhat and the hands are a bit bothersome with sticking and not wanting to do as I request of ‘em.
Well soaked in the rain, I boarded a bus and dropped off on Hucknall Road, and walked to the nearest of the five entrances to the site. Found a location site board and entered to have a gander at it to find the G.U.M. building.
The sign told me (It didn’t speak like, it was wot I read on it you understand like) I should be at entrance number 2 – so I walked back to look at the sign number at the entrance I’d just come through yer see.
It was number two, so I turned back to read the sign in more depth and blow me down – the first building on front of me was the one I wanted… is me luck changing I thought?
I wearily entered and approached the chappie on reception. I explained it all to him and he made me an appointment for tomorrow morning at 1030hrs bless him.
Went in and got me INR blood level checks done.
They were not too busy, so I told them me tale and gave em a laugh and had a little natter with em… oh and gave em there nibbles.
Trundled along the being mended road and caught a bus back to town.
Still raining a bit.
The bus was very full and I was lucky to get a seat thank heavens.
The bus passengers sounded a sickly bunch, so many of the poor devils sneezing and coughing.
I got some good reading in on the way, and ate a pack of seaweed and a packet of savoury nibbles too. So maybe me appetite is returning?
I had a wander around town for a bit and wrote down me appointment for tomorrow and set me alarm to remind me on the mobile phone. When I was doing this a young chap next to me said: “You don’t see many of them models nowadays do you, how long have you had it – it still works does it?”
I replied: “Yes it still works for an old un just like me… just!” He laughed out loud.
I love giving folk a laugh, or even just to make them smile.
Now in amazingly good spirits considering me current situation, I stood up to walk to the bus stop to catch one to Carrington… and how the idiot on a Mobility scooter missed clobbering me I don’t know! Tsk Tsk and Tsk!
Got home (If that is the right word for it?) made a cuppa, took me medications, set about updating this, then had a look at blogs and Facebook for a bit.
Tonight it should be Minced Beef Hotpot, followed by a mini pork pie then iced lollies. If all goes to plan of course.