Decided to get up anyway because I wanted to get me LOMM posts done before I go out on me medicalisationing visits.
Laptop and me, still sluggish.
Cuppa and took medications too early really but still I took em.
Did a lot of graphic work and did some posts, despite my shaky fingers this morning.
Good job I did gerrup really early, cause it took me five hours to gerrum done!
I think I remembered to take me medications?
Brother-in-law Pete rang up, said he was sorry he’d not called for ages but had been busy and kept forgetting to.
Well, I can apprehend, sympathise and identify with that, no problem I told him.
Sad innit?
Got myself prettied up and tidy, put the cream on me ‘Inch’, only a tiny spot of blood and I think the redness and swelling is going down too – good stuff. (Many a word eh?)
Set off, deciding to walk to town due to the wind and rain, to the bus stop – got about 300 yards and realised I’d forgotten me Anticoagulant therapy record card, so went back and collected it – just as well really, I’d forgotten to shut down the laptop. Silver lining? Tsk!
Got into town, the rain has lessened a bit, and caught bus out to the Queens Medical Centre, hobbled up the for flights of stairs as it appeared only one of the lifts were working and the queues for it were enormous!
In and out of the clinic within 15 minutes and back down to the ground floor haematology dept. Hell of a crowd waiting. My own fault for not going earlier really.
Took a ticket and got a free Metro newspaper, filled in me record form in advance and read the paper for the hour or so until my number was called.
Only two nurses working and they looked displeased bless them. Got done and gave em some nibbles that cheered em up a tad.
Out into the rain and wind once more to catch a bus back into the City.
I called Tesco in Victoria Centre and got some cheesey seaweed, a loaf, and some iced lollies. Well why not.
Came out and walked through Trinity Square’s new Food Plaza – couldn’t see anyone inside any of the expensive fooderies at all. Even the pigeons and the Big Issue seller were missing. I wondered if David Cameron knew about this? (Hehe)
Poodled down to the bus stop and caught the bus back to Carrington dropped off as the rain was easing again.
Got in the hovel and WC, then put the kettle on.
I didn’t know if i should mention this, but decided to: As I went upstairs I felt a tiny ‘Plup’ as a minuscule amount of air was released from my rear end – Cor Blimey! It seemed the fowl aroma filled the entire house! Never had that before, and don’t want it again. Erugh! Nearly gassed missen!
Updated this tripe.
The sudden weariness came over me again, so I thought get some nosh and off to kip Young Inchy. (Young Inchy I ask you Young Inchy… the things I come out with. hehehe!)
Got down and started laptop, kettle on and got the Daktacort cream out of the fridge and gingerly treated ‘Tender Inch’ – who I think was not so tender as he has been! But then again, this morning I didn’t wake up with the usually excited ‘Inch’. Very little blood at the moment… good eh?
I spent many hours on the Internet: Facebooking, League of Mental Mening, Troll Free Zoning and emailing. And jolly well enjoyed it too.
Also got some graphics done for later and few posted – and Coreldraw9 (up until now anyway) has only crashed once! Brilliant.
Going to have Cottage pie and sausages with bread dipped in for tonight’s nosh. Followed my further nibbles no doubt and Iced lollies? I’ll stop the weight dropping off somehow.
Big John phoned earlier, he can’t get to the World Wars exhibition at the Papplewick Pumping Station today, but might be going tomorrow and will pick me up on the way if he does go. Nice of him I thought, decent chap. I must remember to get me camera ready if we do go. I still find myself wanting to check that I’ve got enough film yer know – sad, but age permits a little eccentricity surely?
I want to get to the Alley shop in Nottingham city centre this week coming to take some photo’s and maybe try the nosh there.
Sandra from Troll Free Zone advised me to clear my cookies to try and cure the slowness of me laptop. Took me ages to fins put how to do it, but I got there in the end.
Of course I could not get into Facebook, WordPress, Google blog or owt else without signing in again… a few hours spent there trying to remember/find me passwords etc. Tsk! Wait till I try to get on the other sites… oh dear!
Bit of a set-back in the ‘Inch’ healing stakes, rather a lot of bleeding when I doctored the little mite tonight. But not so painful though.
Well he hope he is anyway – he’s like a little child bless him!
Sunday 19th October 2014
Bad night, kept waking up in semi-panics but have no idea why? Did this about four times I think. Weird and uncomfortable that?
Got up WC’d and came down thinking it was about 0200hrs and realised it was already time for me morning medications 0455hrs!
Maybe it was because I was excited about going out to Papplewick Pumping station exhibition with Big John later? He said he will pick me up around 1200hrs. Must get me things ready soon so I don’t forget later.
Made cuppa and took me medications then set about treating tiddly ‘Inch’. Only a little blood this morning, but the stinging was enough to make me cringe a tad.
Laptop started relatively quickly this morning – but when I tried to open word it took a long time to open and then with a post on it I did months ago? Then Chrome took even longer to open.
The angina is not so bad today at the moment, but I have developed stomach aches of a rather intense nature: I hope this does not stop me going on me trip out?
Big John came at 1310hrs to pick me up, then we collected Big David from is flat and we set off to Papplewick.
Apart from the wind and drizzle I had a good time wandering taking piccies and chatting to people.
Towards the end I was getting weary aching and tired. But so glad I went.
When BJ dropped me off, I was only capable of tajong me medications and getting my head down. I forgot to treat my ‘Inch’ with the cream!
Juan Inchcock, retired Gas Lamp Light Wick Trimmer and Ace unpaid reporter for the WordPress Gazette brings you all the details of this fascinating move in management of the Arboretum Pond-side Cafe.
The Pond-side Cafe situated in the picturesque crime ridden Nottingham Arboretum has been bought out by the waitress Shirley Makeyouache.
This transaction was prompted by the three owners no longer being able to give the time to the business that they would have liked.
Mr Gaz-tops is investing his time in writing his first book ‘My Part in the Great Train Robbery and the Brink’s Affair’.
Mr Clivey-boy was unavailable for comment when we tried to approach him, but the desk officer expected him to released on bail later that day.
Mr Churchy is to devote more of his time a volunteer care worker at the ‘Guidance for Young Ladies Institute’.
Mr Steeden has decided to stand for Parliament as an independent under the banner of ‘If yer can’t beat em, join em campaign.’ We understand he is using what monies raised in the sale to buy poison gas and armaments?
We found Ms Makeyouache at the local boys youth club where she is a part-time volunteer ‘Prospects Potential Assessor’ for the lads. She granted us an interview:
Juan: “Good morning Ms Makeyouache, could you tell us about how this change in ownership and management came about please?”
Ms Makeyouache
Ms Makeyouache put down the young lad she was assessing and replied: “Yes, when I was the part-time waitress there I always thought that the bosses were not fully committed to the enterprise. Every day they had deliveries from unmarked white transit vans by drivers with nervous ticks. The goods they were bringing were in large plastic bags of white powder. I was unsure if it was salt or sugar. When they got me weighing out half ounces and putting it in little bags, I knew something was amiss. Naturally I breathed in some of the powder and I liked it.”
Juan: “Was this drugs then?”
Ms Makeyouache: “Who cared?”
Juan: “I see?”
Ms Makeyouache: “I started slipping a bit of the stuff away fer meself like, and it soon added up. Then I flogged it off cheaper than wot that lot were doin’ like see?”
Juan: “You seem to be changing into using a local Nottingham accent Ms Makeyouache?”
Ms Makeyouache: “Sorry about that, it’s the lads at the club you know… I pick up no end of stuff from them!”
She looked Juan up and down and smiled at him, then continued: “You’ve got to blend in. Anyroad… I mean anyway, I decided that it was wrong of me to sell these abdominal drugs and with the cash I’d raised I bought them out and got control of the Cafe.”
Juan: “So, what changes are you planning on Ms Makeyouache?”
Ms Makeyouache: “A few new recipes on the menu of course can be expected with extra.. er salt and sugar perhaps?” She gave a knowing look at Juan and asked him if he had considered working in a cafe, because there could be several benefits for him!
CCTV snip of the altercation
She loosened her tank-top and broke into a smile a man could have died for than added: “Well? Answer me you nelly faced burke!”
Juan stammered out something about having to leave. After he apologised Ms Makeyouache lowered him back to the floor and released her hold on his neck.
An altercation ensued.
A one sided altercation ensued.
Juan passed out and an ambulance was called for.
More to follow when they release Juan from the hospital.
I came down to the fridge to use the deadly Daktacort cream on my poor little tender ‘Inch’. He bled a bit again, but not as bad as last night. Surely it should start soon to bleed much less? If it carries on I might go back to the G.U.M. Clinic on Monday. Mind you, maybe not Monday I’ve got me QMC Warfarin INR level checks and GP appointment. Busy little me. I must point out to my doctor about me ribs seem to be sticking out more and I’m losing meat and weight from around me ribs? Mind you I’ve wanted to lose weight for a while, but now it seems to be dropping off despite my eating more than I have been?
Went back upstairs to find me mobile phone… well a search of all the usual places failed to find it and I was getting annoyed with myself.
I tried the old trick of doing something else to see if it worked.
I took out the rubbish to the bins in readiness for the arrival of the Waste Control Technicians.
Then carried out another search for the mobile – no luck.
Sneezing now! Huh!
Gave up the search and got dressed proper like… the mobile was found in me trouser pocket!
Down again and started the laptop (Still so slow I think the end is nigh?)
Medications and a cuppa taken, then the search for me reading glasses took place…
Found em within 39 minutes, naturally I had left them in my shopping bag???
I did some blogging done and went on Facebook. Meritt Hutton had posted a site that tells you which car you should be driving after a few questions being answered.
I tried it. Mine came up with a Ford Model T!
Did some more Facebooking and blog reading got yesterdays Diary finished and posted off the Inchcock blog.
Closed down the laptop and went up to prettify myself. Not a good session, the ‘Inch’ started bleeding again, I cut missen shaving and banged me head on the sink when I bent down to pick up the razor I’d dropped because me finger were stiffening on their own again. It’s a life innit? Tsk!
I got the things ready to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, made sure I’d got me glasses, hearing aids in, mobile phone with me and bus-pass, and set off on me walk into Sherwood.
About half way there, I thought the sky was looking beautiful, dark but beautiful and decided to take a photo of it and got the camera box out of me bag – me Empty camera box out of me bag! Double Tsk!
Ah well… I plodded on and handed in me donations at the Hospice shop then crossed the road to catch an Arnold bus to get some ready meals from Asda.
I got on the bus, and fell asleep, waking up to find the driver informing me “This is as far as we go mate!”
I red facedly got off the bus and wondered where the hell I was!
I walked through the estate hopefully in the right direction and came to a T-junction – left or right I had to decide – why is there never anyone around when you want to ask directions?
The road was almost at the top of the crest of a hill, and I knew Front Street was low in comparison with the surrounding area, so I went left and walked down the hill. Good job it was all downhill too!
After about half a mile or so I recognised the area I was walking into and knew if I kept straight on for a couple of miles I’d come into Arnold Front Street.
Not having been down that road for years, it brought back some memories to me to muse on as I hobbled along. I enjoyed the walk actually.
By the time I got to Asda, me feet were really stinging summat rotten, but the arthritis was amazingly not too bad at all?
I called in Asda and had a poddle round getting a Cumberland pie a Sweet potato and carrot Shepherds pie and a thick-sliced wheatmeal loaf on special offer.
I caught a bus back to Carrington – trying to make sure I didn’t fall asleep again and rang the bell to get off at Church Drive but the driver couldn’t have heard it… or I didn’t press it right? So I pressed it again and he did let me off at the next stop bless him.
I fed the birds en route and got into the dump and put the nosh away (Seeing the Daktacort cream lying there silently mocking me made me cringe a bit. Heh) and I made a cup of char.
Started the laptop to do this rubbish for the blog.
I searched the web to try and find a route map for the 57 bus so I could doctor it and made a graphic of where I had to walk due to me nodding off again.
I’m struggling with me fingers today, hard to type with accuracy.
I think tonight I’ll have curried beans and sausages with loads of bread – followed by an iced lolly or two!
I bet nihilist Cameron isn’t gonna eat any better?
It was horrible! (The food… well the food and Nepotist Cameron really Hehe)
I took me medications and tended to my ‘Inch’ – less blood tonight.
0310hrs: Sprang awake, WC, and tried to get back to sleep – no chance. Tried reading my Brian Clough book.
0415hrs: Descended down to the fridge to get the Daktacort cream, returned upstairs tended a very inflamed and painful ‘Inch’ – by gum that stings yer know. Hehe!
Back down returned the torture cream to the fridge, started laptop, kettle on and tool medications.
The laptop took ages to load and then wouldn’t let me open any programmes like Word. Oh dear…
Pressed restart and it began downloading updates:
Made another cuppa and read a bit of a book while I waited.
0550hrs: Updates finally downloaded and installed!
Laptop running but oh so slowly!
Managed to get me Diary posted on Inchcock for yesterday.
Got the things ready to go to the launderette.
Went up and beautified missen and set off fer launderette.
Mandy was on duty and we managed a few natters and laughs.
The ‘Inch’ felt a bit odd, but no blood. (Yahooo!)
I got the washing done and dried and hobbled back to the dump with it.
Set out on a walk into town.
The rain stopped as I was reaching the cemetery.
Poddled on into town and walked through Vic Centre and out the other end and called into the Pound shop.
Got a microwave dish, cheapo DVD and a bag of bird seed. (By gum I know how to live!)
Took a photo from the walk-over.
Avoided a mobility scooter and then nearly walked into one parked up – Tsk!
Caught the bus back to the flea-pit.
Tiredness and weariness came over me again so I took me medications a little earlier than usual and tended to the ‘Inch’ – boy did he bleed this time! But the cold cream from the fridge applied is making me jump less now I’m getting used to it.
Head down, usual dreams/nightmares and apart from waking up a few times to use the WC, I slept for ages more than usual.
I cleaned up the many screwed up bloodied kitchen towels and packed them safe in their own black bag for disposal at the chemists later.
My ‘Inch’ was so sore painful and inflamed, but not bleeding proper, just a bit of leaking this morning up to now.
0320hrs I came down to the fridge washed and applied Daktacort cream. Only seepage of blood now but the tingling like pain was most unwelcome. It seems like I cannot concentrate on anything else.
Now the angina and a nasty cough have developed. Tsk!
It hurts at the least contact even with the underpants, I dare not remove them for fear of contact with any zips.
Talk about tender! And applying the Daktacort cream straight from the fridge makes yer jump painfully a bit in the morning I can tell yer!
I wus nearly too late to take me morning medications because I’d spent so long sorting the poor little ultra-tender and glowing ‘Inch’ out. Tsk!
Feeling tired drained and lackadaisical. Still interested just enough to like to know how and what brought about this problem with my ‘Inch’ in the first place?
I searched for me hearing-aids wot I lost again and came across an old written diary for last year, I perused it for last October and the entry was not good then.
I posted it on me status on Facebook for a bit of fun and a warning to other decrepit elderly personages:
“A year ago today, I set out on me walk to the hospital for me INR level tests – Got knocked over by a mobility scooter – lost me bus-pass – one of my hearings-aids batteries packed up – caught the wrong bus to go home – got mugged in the alleyway to my street – got home and found I’d left the cooker on and it was still smouldering from the resultant fire.
The police kindly gave me an incident number.
As I went upstairs to retireand console myself, I fell backwards into a rather unseemly pile at the bottom of the stairs, luckily I had me mobile on me to summon help in getting me up again. I broke me walking stick.
I will not be going out today!
Better safe than sorry I says.
Still sneezing a lot today.
Did some graphics and posts for Inchcock, gorrum posted. Took me ages and of course Coreldraw9 kept crashing.
Bit of Facebooking too.
Feeling hungry now, earlier than usual.
Went up to clean me poorly Inch, but forgot the Daktacort cream was downstairs in the fridge.
Had to use a fair number of kitchen towels before it stipped bleeding, but far less than last night.
Made a cuppa and got back to Facebooking – then of course the ‘Inch’ began dribbling blood again. Not as bad as I thought though, it’s the fact that I’m running out of clean clothes now. Must get meself down tothe launderette in the morning and get a good walk in.
When I washed ‘Ichy’ it was agony drying him, so tender. Applied the Daktacort cream from the fridge – not so much blood this time. Took evening medications.
Shock report from unpaid WordPress reporter Juan Inchcock (68) via champion ace carrier pigeon (Gaylord 2nd) just received in the loft of Inchcock Times Daily Gazette by editor Clivey-boy. Who despite there being no proof that the story is genuine, has decided to run with it. (Straight to the Sun. Where he sold it for a quick profit and bought Juan Inchcock a packet of Microwave sausage in payment).
Juan managed to try and interview Mr Steedenski as he came out of Police headquarters immediately after losing his job and asked him:
“I understand you’ve lost your position as Nottingham’s Police Commissioner Mr Steedenski? And after only two weeks in the job too?”
Mr Steedenski kept ultra calm in the face of this tigerish reporter’s questions. He clouted him around the head and replied:
“Little do you know Da da da, da da mate! I have not been sacked at all, I just wanted a change of duties that’s all mush!” He poked Juan in his left eye and pulled him one side down an alley…
When the ambulance arrived Juan was still in a state of shock and couldn’t recall exactly how he’s got the bruised ribs, black eyes or the inserted truncheon.
Being a rather persistent type of pillock; when he was released from the Queens Medical Centre Juan continued his quest for the truth and located himself outside the ex-commissioner’s home, and awaited his arrival so he could again attempt to interview him.
Three days later the postman saw Juan’s prostrate body in the bushes, dehydrated and called for an ambulance.
As they waited a barely conscious Juan asked the Postman Churchy if he had missed Mr Steedenski’s arrival. Mr Churchy told him he had got the wrong house, Mr Steedenski lived four houses up the avenue. He also questioned the parentage of Juan.
When Juan was released from the Queens Medical Centre he again ensconced himself in the grounds of Mr Steedenski’s real house though this time, and planned his entrapment of the ex-commissioner.
The commissioners wife came out of the house and cunningly smiled as she kneed him in the groin area, rammed his left arm up his back then dragged him into the mansion and deposited him unceremoniously in one of the state rooms, where Mr Steedenski was relaxing watching some women’s beach volley ball on his 46 inch screened television.
“Here Mike” she said to her husband “I found this lurking about outside near the Rhododendrons.” With that she flicked Juan around his ear-hole passed wind and left.
Mr Steedenski laying in a luxurious chair with his feet up on pouf, glanced at Juan and said: “Alright mush, I can see yer ain’t gonna give up… I’ll tell yer the story.”
This perked Juan up, and he whipped out his pencil and pad.
“Truth is I was getting well fed up with taking all that responsibility and I asked em if I could become a Traffic Warden instead of Police Commissioner!”
Juan looked a little confused.
“But” he added “With a bit more power like. Having the gun with me will help me to sort out the scumbag idiots who park in disabled bays yer see. And the wife can show me how to use the weapon safely and accurately like.”
Juan was still confused.
Mr Steedenski reached over his glass of champagne and picked up a photo of himself when he tried out his new uniform earlier in the day.
His wife returned into the room and asked Mr Steedenski if they were going to let this misshaped hapless reporter to leave or are they going to arrange for his disappearance like.
The fact that she was carrying a Glock pistol, and then pointed it at Juan with a knowing smile on her face concerned him somewhat.
Her other half thought about this for a while, then said: Yer, go on gal, enjoy yerself.
Juan immediately went into begging and pleading mode…
Agony Aunt for the ‘Lesser Endowed Gentlemen’s Weekly Gazette’
Dear Gertrude,
The constant voices in my head are forever chattering away, it’s driving me decidedly crazy.
I even questioned my own brilliance, cunning and competency last week. A rare lapse in my usual superlatively confident personality.
I prefer not to mention this to my Harley Street Doctor, as I hold a rather important position. Perhaps I am concerned because I got the job through skulduggery illegal and unethical means?
Luckily my only genuine competitor for the job, is unfit and far too lacking in spirit, ideas and gusto.
Perhaps I have lost a little edge though lack of genuine competition?
Although UKIP seem to be doing well and starting to cause me a slight cause for concern.
But my overseas investment and offshore accounts have increased exponentially due to the backhanders from my lodge member friends who I am slowly and stealthily selling off the NHS to. No problems there.
I would prefer it of you did not mention or reveal the contents of this letter.
If you can help me with my problem Gertrude, I can assure you of a liaison of a physical nature with any of the members of my cabinet, a handsome cash reward via their expense claims, and a new caravan in Chelsea.
Yours Unfaithfully:
The Right Honourable David William Donald Cameron
Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
First Lord of the Treasury
Minister for the Civil Service
Leader of the Conservative Party
Member of Parliament for Witney
Descendant of King William IV
Raised in Peasemore, Berkshire by father Ian, a stockbroker, and mother Mary Fleur, a retired Justice of the Peace.
Eton College at the age of 13
First class degree in Philosophy, Politics & Economics (PPE) at Oxford
Brasenose College, Oxford, from which I graduated in 1988 with a first-class honours degree.
G.U.M. clinic appointment at the City Hospital today 1040hrs.
No blood from the ‘Inch’ at all but by gum (G.U.M.?) it was swollen sore and tender!
Made cuppa and took medications then did a bit of Internetting.
Had good scrub down and got read for me trip to City G.U.M. Hospital Clinic.
I called in the launderette on the way and told Big John and Mandie about me visit to the City Hospital preventing my doing me laundry, I’ll have to do it tomorrow if possible. Gave em a laugh yer know.
Caught bus to the clinic, walked in and saw the reception bloke and tool a seat in the ‘Mens Waiting Area’ after filling in a form that needed to know everything it seemed to me.
Started to read me book, but by the time I’d read a few pages, a young looking female doctor came and introduced herself. Then took me through to a little office for interrogation.
I gave her the letter from me Doctor and she perused it, then started with the questions about my sexuality, habits and history.
We then walked into a tiny treatment room, she told me to dropped em and sit on the bench awaiting her return. I did.
She put a light over me ‘Inch’ and got down to examine it – a smile curled onto her face for just a fleeting second, but she managed not to laugh bless her.
If it was so swollen with the infection and was its usual size I think she might have laughed though?
She was concerned about the swelling and fungal infection and asked questions about how I managed things. Without too much difficulty I answered.
She put a paper towel over me ‘Inch’ and left the room to consult with a colleague.
She returned.
They had decided to give me some Miconazole Steroid Nitrate (How much does it cost for the day-rate I thought hehehe) Hydrocortisone cream.
She departed and told me a nurse would come and give the cream and instructions to me.
I pulled up me trews and waited.
The nurse came in, very nice personality too, and told me to apply the cream morning and night after washing the ‘Inch’, and how much to use. The cream Brand name Daktacort must be kept in a fridge between applications. This was vital she said.
She said it should last for 2 weeks, but if things don’t begin to improve after a week I was to return to them.
“I bet that the sting and cold will wake me up in a morning? “I said to her: “Oh yes it will” she replied smiling.
I thanked her ad made me way to the bus-stop.
Dropped off in Carrington and nipped in and bought some ham and a tomatoe fer me tea/dinner/lunch/supper.
I got into the flea-pit without any signs of yobs.
Put the Daktacort cream in the fridge, and took some thins out of the fridge to defrost, and put a pack of seaweed in me bag ready for the morning to nibble at the launderette.
‘Inch’ is a bit tender at the moment, but not much bleeding.
Can’t half feel it when I walk cough or bend down?
Took medications and washed ‘Inchy’ – that was when the blood started to pour again. I got really worried it took ages to stop it and when I applied the Daktacort cream, it came again!
I rang Sister Jane to update her.
Several times I had to use the kitchen towels and this scared me for a while. Couldn’t or dare not go to sleep for hours as I had to keep cleaning myself up and hoping it would stop, which eventually it did. But I couldn’t settle and kept checking.
‘Inch’ is a bit tender at the moment, but not much bleeding.
Can’t half feel it when I cough?
Took medications and washed ‘Inchy’ – that was when the blood started to pour again. I got really worried it took ages to stop it and when I applied the Daktacort cream, it came again!
I rang Sister Jane to update her.
Several times I had to use the kitchen towels and this scared me for a while. Couldn’t or dare not go to sleep for hours as I had to keep cleaning myself up and hoping it would stop, which eventually it did. But I couldn’t settle and had to keep checking.
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.
I’ve got to go see Dr Vindla this morning for it to be checked along with me blood pressure. Must remember to tell her about it leaking so much again and the raw tender swelling.
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.
Got myself sorted out latrine-wise, and set off to the surgery.
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.
I ask him where I could catch the Medi-link bus and he told me. So I caught it to the Queens Medical Centre. Got some more of me Operation Sea Lion book read en route.
Took another photo of the front of the premises to try and catch a bird that was unknown to me… but it shot off too soon.
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.
I enjoyed that and felt a lot better in myself when I departed their company with a wave and good wishes.
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.
