Monday 12th June 2017
מאנטאג יוני 12, 2 Yiddish
0415hrs: I woke up in a confused state, a cracking headache. Rubbish, crumbs, wrappers, pen & pad, mobile phone, remote controls, the empty biscuit box, a woolly hat, TV magazine, the Clarkson On Cars book and last night untaken evening medication pot around the floor (Humph!), the £300 second-hand recliner and me! Felt confused, tired and listless. The eyelids felt so heavy as well.
The notepad I keep handy to forget to take notes of any dreams on had some scribble on it, but it might have been hieroglyphics because I could decipher nothing of it. Tsk!
Pondered on what the day boded. Must remember the INR blood test at 1007hrs (What an odd time to give me?). I’d like to get a good walk into town done, take some photographs perhaps.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, only the slightest amount of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, feeling light-headed? Dizzy Dennis and Roger Reflux both started off at the same time. At least Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were being gentle with me.
Made a brew and it tasted horrible – now I know something is wrong with me. Haha!
Did the Health Checks. Then printed off last weeks to take to the nurse later.
Took the morning medications and back in the wetroom for a wee-wee again.
Computer started and finished off and posted the Sunday diary and started this one off.
Put the nibbles in the bag for the nurses and the Anticoagulation Record Card too.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPressing for a few hours.
Got the ablutions done. An extra long session this morning. Cleaning the teggies and caused a bit of bleeding, but pleased with how quickly it stopped considering.
Got three bin bags filled and tied, one of recyclable stuff and took them to the refuse chute. Put four jars and one bottle in the bag to drop off at the recycling bin on Chestnut Walk.
Back to the flat and checked I had everything needed in the bag. Corroborated that the lights, heaters, cooker, taps and windows were okay and that I had the bus-pass, camera and mobile phone. Set off to the surgery.
Not a soul in sight on the way down to and in the foyer. Some workmen were hard at it outside as I walked straight passed the recycling bins (Tsk!) to the end of Chestnut Walk.
Spotted these beautiful bush flowers on the side of the road. This, cheered me up a lot, with the getting out for a hobble as well.
Down Winchester Street Hill in the sunshine and got the camera out of the bag and into my pocket so I could take photographs of the abandoned retail units from Winchester Street to the library.
Not a long distance as you can see from the map here!
So sad, all those folks gone bankrupt, broke or forced to sell-up.
Here are the actual photographicalisations that I took of the rather sad looking so-called retail shopping area of Sherwood, over a five-minute hobble along Mansfield Road.
Oh, dear, I’ve made a Whoopsiedangleplop here, sorry. The bottom left one I took from the bus on the way back from Arnold. Fancy me, making a mistake… Ahem!
Pressed on up the hill and down to the surgery in Carrington. Arriving with 30 minutes to spare the lady told me as I logged in with the receptionist. Sat down, about to get the crossword book out and got called in to see the nurse! No messing about this morning!
She got the blood taken straight away and reminded me about the DVT appointment I had for two hours later. Kind of her, that was. Chinwagged while she did me. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her and departed and limped down to the chemists to ask for advice on my medications, feeling rather proud of remembering to do this. He was not in. Humph!
So, out, down the road and waited for City Hospital bus. I said earlier, no messing about today, didn’t I? Well, it proved this point again when I arrived at the DVT department. As I was there an hour earlier than the appointment time, and they had me in the treatment room within five minutes of my signing in!
Not the foggiest idea what they did. As the Nurse who spoke to me, had an accent and quiet voice and I could not read her lips. Two people came into the cubicle, one smiled and stuck a needle in my throat and arm. That was it I was gone in seconds into a semi-sleepy state. No hassle no pain, just felt them bringing me round later and putting me on a trolly for a few minute and giving me a cup of tea. All done! The chest and throat area was only a bit sore, and that cleared up with ten minutes.
The doctor arrived and told me the test looked visually alright to him, things were no different or worse than last time, and they would contact me after the analysis was complete. I felt great and asked a nurse if I could go now. “If you’re sure you feel up to it, why not Mr Chambers” In a lovely rich Irish accent. So off I wented! Hehe!
Out and up the hill, across the road to the bus stop, the bus arrived in seconds, and within half-an-hour, I was catching a 58 bus in town and on my way to Arnold.
I’ve said it before, but; ‘No Messing About Today!’
Dropped off near the Asda store and popped in get some Irish Batch bread, and came out with the aforesaid loaf… plus: New potatoes, fresh pod peas, mini pickle pork pies, flatbread, Walkers Marmite crisps (three packs of six little packets for £3 – Tsk!), Raffle prizes for the tenants hour, lemon and orange yoghourts, Irish potato farls, butter and £17 quid lighter! Plonker! Then hobbled, (the feet were bad now) in to visit the clothing department to see if they had any of the loose fitting undies in stock. Could not find any and asked an assistant, who informed me they no longer sell them. Marvellous, I thought!
On my way out, I noticed they had ladies bras on sale for two whole aisles!
Even a choice of over fifty different types of, what they labelled ‘T-Shirt Bras” with about 100 of them on the shelves!
Not fair that!
Sexism it is! Hehehe!
Had a hobble over the road to the Fulton Food Store to see if they had any of those lemon curd cones in again. But no. I did get some citrus lollies, though.
Paid the Oberfruppenfurher on the till and out and made my way to the bus stop on High Street behind the no long longer stocking men’s undies – but selling hundred of ladies bras and panties – Asda (Walmart) Hyperstore. Hahaha!
At the bus stop, I spotted this amazing little wildflower forcing its way through the tarmac somehow into life? How do they do this?
Got the bus back eventually, taking the photo mentioned earlier en route.
As we went through Sherwood on Mansfield Road, I took a picture of possibly the best smelling of all the shops.
Back at the flats and had a wee-wee. Put the kettle on and took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
All right methinks.
Put the purchases on the counter and then stored them away.
After pondering on what to have for fodder later, it will have to be a late one, because I had to sort out the pictures from the camera and update this diary first.
I decided on the last two small portions minced lamb stew with some of the Irish batch bread! Podded a few peas and got them on the boil, well, simmering.
Tried to catch up with the Facebooking while the lamb hotpot cooked. Didn’t get much done, Huh!
The din-din time now.
Washed the pots.
Feeling a bit drained now, so settled down to watch some Law & Order on the Gogglebox, feet up.
Really into the TV and the landline chirped into life.
Stubbed my toe getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner as quickly as I could to get to the phone.
It was the DVT Centre from the 4th floor at the QMC.
It appears that my Warfarin INR blood level is now below 1.4 – What? So that is Monday 6.1 Wednesday 4.2 Friday 4.1 and now Monday 1.4?
I have to go into the QMC Hospital in the morning for Two Enoxaparin injections and another blood test, and have to arrange for another DVT Test as today’s earlier checks would be unreliable due the INR level being so high. (Apparently, the district nurse visits to homes to give injections has been cut back as part of the cost saving exercises).
I have to take 4 Warfarin tonight. So, at least there is far less chance of me bleeding to death, but a real possibility of a blood clot or Heart Attack. I can’t win can I? Hehe!
So I took the evening medications making sure I had the four tablets. Did the Health Checks.
Got the Computer on to update this and put things into the calendar. Printed a reminder and left it on the TV screen for the morning.
Got my head down again, and watched some TV proggies, without any nodding off for ages?
No dizzies tonight.
Up to visit the Porcelain Throne, all good. Even Haemorrhoid Harold wasn’t bleeding at all, in the slightest, whatsoever.
The first time for weeks!
Long time getting off again.
6 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 12th June 2017: Hospital DVT test, Doctors INR Blood Test, Warfarin Panic… Now I have to do it all again… Tsk! You’ve got to laugh!”
I believe your Warfarin my be changing sides and warfaring against you. Traitorous stuff it sounds like. Love all those “closed” captioned photos; although it’s a sad reminder of the state of retail and such. Drab and boring looking bras — maybe why the are on sale. We tend to have all colors in the bra sections in our stores — I don’t recall if you saw this post: https://photoofthedayetc.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/the-trouble-with-bras-again/. The food looks quite good, out of your iffy sounding day.
I think you’re right Tim. Warning: Warfarin at war! Hehe!
IT is so sad to see the decline of the retailers, seems to be all over the place. Doesn’t bode well for the future.
Like your Bra story.
The highlight of the day that fodder was.
Going to get ready for the hospital visit in a while, fingers crossed for no hassle eh? Haha!
Hope you hospital visit comes out for the better.
That was a very eventful day & absolutely amazing how quickly the medical visits were underway after your arrival. Hope all is well <3
Thank you, flower. Not feeling so good, but this has been overtaken by the fire at Grenfell Tower Block in London overnight. 40 fire engines 200 firefighters, ten ambulances, Security Services in attendance the news tells me. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-40269625
Hard to concentrate on anything now.
More injections to come today.
Take care flower. XXX