Monday 3rd October 2014
I was up at 0145hrs wide awake, mind you I did get me head down early.
Down to the fridge for the Inchy cream – now this morning it didn’t bleed much at all? But I’m still going to visit the G.U.M. clinic to see if I can or indeed need any more of the Daktacort cream, especially after it bled so much yesterday. (The ‘Inch’ not the cream like)
Got my LOMM posts all done, and was pleased with some of the graphics.
Did some Facebooking before getting ready for the long walk to the Clinic.
I set off and got as far as the end of the road and realised I’d not got me mobile phone with me, so returned and collected it… after a little search proved fruitful. Tsk!
Set off again on the trudge to the G.U.M. clinic.
Only had to wait about 20 minutes, and a young strapping lass came and called my name out. She took me into a little office and I explained everything to her about me bleeding tender little ‘Inch’.
We went into the examination room and she had a look with the magnifying tool and showed concern saying she would fetch a doctor to have a look at it. Despite all I’d explained to her about the bleeding, this surprised her.
A female doctor returned with her and had a good decker and grope at the ‘Inch’. Painfully at times.
She declared that she was going to consult with someone else and left, covering up the ‘Inch’ with a paper towel.
She returned and had prod about again, the declared she was going to prescribe some cream with steroid in it. To be applied thinly once a day. I was to use it for 3 weeks then return for a check up. If things had not improved I’d be referred to a doctor for consideration for further investigation and even the snip.
The cream arrived and I left and caught the free bus to the QMC for me INR level tests to be done. I got a bit of reading done en route. (Blood Red Snow).
When I arrived at the QMC I went up to floor D and the Anticoagulation therapy Department to explain why I wanted it doing today on the Doctors instructions. They said it would be alright, and sent me back down to the ground floor where I took a ticket and joined the queue.
Only two nurses on duty, but I managed to have a little natter with them.
Then caught the bus back to town and another out to Carrington, where I dropped off at Lidl to get some bread. I joined the queue at the till and waited as my beard grew and paid for the bread, again getting 4x1p pieces in the change.
As I walked home I thought I’d save all these 1p pieces and spend them at Lidl in one go, if they moan I’ll tell not to give em me in me change then!
Saw Big John going to the launderette instead of Tuesday. He said he’s got to go to a funeral tomorrow.
Got back to the dump, WC and laptop started passed wind and felt the blood from me piles running.
Went up and cleaned myself up – Gawd I’m getting through some clothes this last week. Bloodied underpants, pyjama bottoms, bedding etc.
Another traipse to the launderette tomorrow then.