My ‘Inch’ was sore and painful again, took a peep and dried off the blood. Decided I’ll have to go see someone about this and get it sorted one way or the other.
Got going with me LOMM submissions and updates.
It took me until about 0820hrs to get ‘em finished. Which I did despite the old laptop going oh so slowly.
Pottered about on Facebook, some good comments come in on it.
Then posted some photo’s to My Walks of Nottingham and the LOMM albums.
Then I went upstairs to pretty myself up.
As I was having a good all over wash and a shave, I spotted the blood dribbling down onto me foot!
It took about half an hour to stop it bleeding – so I decided to go see the GP Dr Vindla to see if I could have a quick word with her for advice.
Got me things ready for the Warfarin tests at the hospital and donating to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, and set off on a hobble to the GP surgery first thing.
The receptionist phoned Dr Vindla, and I was in luck, she saw me straight away.
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Embarrassed or what? There she was toying with me Inch, while I silently whistled to meself.
It seems there is a lesion that goes about 2/3rds of the way around me Inch under the foreskin, and it was pouring blood as soon as she touched it.
She gave me a prescription for some cream and told me not to use the bandages for a week. I’ve to go back next Monday to have it looked at again. (She probably wants to take a photo of it for some Fetish site or other?) Only joking!
She told me to get my INR level checked with the surgery nurse straight away.
Booked appointment with the receptionist as I left, for Monday next, and the nurse called me into her room as I did so.
It is a new nurse, not seen her before. I wondered which nurse had left, Nurse Goebbels or Nurse Stalin? At least she had the decency to laugh out loud when I told her of me plight.
Bought a loaf and some cooked meat from the delicatessen shop.
Then I hobbled up into Sherwood to the Charity Shop.
Got to town and caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre, and gave the haematology nurses their nibbles, and gave em a laugh telling em about what had happened.
The journey was horrendous, I think the driver must have been a keen stock car racer. People were swaying all over the place – in fact one bloke fell on me! This is a picture I took when I got off the bus, if anyone recognises the driver, best not get on his bus on a Monday morning!
Caught a bus back to town, and went to the library to see if the nice lady who said she would help sort me out with the meals-at-home thingy was on duty. But she was not there, so I left it until tomorrow after I get me laundry done.
Had a little limp around the slab square then up to the bus-stop back to the hoppit.
I observed a new pay-day-loan type outlet had opened; Just what Nottingham needs that is!
Dropped off and walked to the flea-pit.
Made a cuppa, put me nosh away and updated this tosh.
The cream is called Clotromozole. The leaflet says it works by destroying the fungus and yeast which has caused the infection.
It is used to treat: Ringworm infections, Skin infections, Thrush and Nappy Rash: I’m not sure which I have got though?
Possible Side Effect: Irritation or a burning sensation – Itching and redness… hmm!
Well, time to get me nosh ready now, pork sarnies with Irish tomato sauce followed by an ice-cream filled lolly.
Must wash me hands well after applying me pain gel, dermatological creams and the Clotromozole cream three times a day.