I’m a bit late with my roundup on account of the fact I’ve spent the morning with paramedics – more on that shortly!
My week actually started out relatively OK. Well, if you can ignore the fact I was feeling shite and on the verge of a relapse ME-wise that is. As I mentioned in last week’s roundup, I’ve been doing wayyyy too much in recent months and it’s now seriously affecting my health. So, this week I decided to cancel everything in order to rest. Sounds simple doesn’t it, but in reality it’s like wrestling a bear.
Monday I’d arranged to meet my 75 year old disabled friend, Dave, at a local furniture centre to choose a riser-recliner chair, on account of the fact he can now barely get out of an ordinary chair to standing position. It took 2 hours, not that I minded, but I’d already spent the morning helping my parents, then 2 hours with Dave, then I walked the dog on the way home and by that stage it was 3.30pm and time for bed. So Monday was a bit of a right off.
There’s also the minor irritants of still having to feed myself, stack the dishwasher, bathe, shop and walk the dog every afternoon (and 3 mornings). And let’s not forget the fact I’m guest speaker at another Camera club (booked a year ago!) in 10 days time so need to put together a 2 hour speech from scratch. Oh, and I’m selling my house and this week my fucking cleaner decided to quit on me, so now on top of feeling rubbish and everything else that’s going on I’m having to change the bed, hoover and mop the floors, despite the fact it kills my back. Other than all that, though, I’ve been resting – honest 😉 I’ve had to, because for 3 days I had one of the worst bouts of vertigo I’ve had in ages and every time I moved my head the entire room spun.
Friday my Mum was having cataract surgery at Sunderland 90 miles away and it was booked for 10am which meant getting up at 6am, breakfast, dressed, dog walked, into town and Mum picked up for 8am. I was fucked before we’d even set off. It all went brilliantly, though, and we were actually back home by just after lunch (no mean feat when it’s a 1hr 45min drive each way!). Of course, I had the dog to walk in the afternoon, so eventually got back home absolutely exhausted……..only to find a car parked in my driveway, blocking my garage. It was a customer of the upholstery business at the end of my drive. Regular readers will know that for 3 years the twat who leases the buildings for his upholstery business has allowed, nay encouraged, his customers to park in my drive meaning I can’t get in or out. It’s illegal because the right of way that exists is to “pass and repass” which means to travel over, not stop on, plus it causes a legal “nuisance” to me. But he doesn’t give a flying fuck. I wouldn’t care but he owns the top part of the drive, so I asked the car owner to please pull forward 6 feet so I could get in my garage at which the upholstery guy went ballistic at me, red faced and ranting that I was being unreasonable. I was as polite as always and stood there while he shouted, then asked the customer to please move his car. Again. Which he did. After I parked up, however, I went into the upholsterer’s office and told him I had had enough and was taking legal action against him. I’d already got it all set up because this has been going on for nearly 4 years now, so I made a quick call to my solicitor who will sending a pre-action letter this week.
The thing is, though, that I am selling my house so this “dispute” will now need to be made clear to any buyer, which is bound to put people off and may affect the sale. I can’t be verbally abused every time I need to leave my house, though, especially as shit-for-brains is breaking the law and I am doing absolutely nothing wrong! So it needs sorting once and for all.
As if all that weren’t bad enough, I enter the house to find a note through the door – Amazon had delivered a parcel in my absence which had been placed in the “grey bin with the black lid”. Er, you mean the dust bin? W-T-actual-FUCK?!
I was telling the tale on social media afterwards, and one of my friends says “I haven’t seen one of those since 1993. The delivery guy obviously didn’t know it was a dust bin”. Er, really? The delivery note said “grey bin” so he was well aware it was a bin, but even if he wasn’t I’m not sure what else it could be masquerading as? The giveaway would have been when he took the lid off to place my parcel inside and it was full of rotting food and 2 black bags of disgustingly smelly dog shit. That I’m fairly sure, should have given the game away. Needless to say I then spent the next 30 minutes chatting online to Amazon’s complaint’s department in some far-flung province of India because they don’t give you a goddamn email address to write to and Indian labour is cheap – who cares they don’t know what an English dust bin looks like either and couldn’t give a flying fuck in any event.
Saturday, of course, I spent the day with a stupendous migraine. Par for the course after all that driving, not to mention stress. Plus the vertigo was back.
Sunday mornings, after I’ve walked the dog, I sometimes meet my elderly, disabled friend Dave for coffee at a local cafe. I had no intention of going today because I was feeling rubbish (no pun intended) but Dave had emailed me on Friday to say he wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to make the effort and see him. He goes every week at 9.30am, but when I arrived at 10am he wasn’t there. I waited for 10 minutes then started to worry and, to cut a very long story short, finally rocked up at his house to find him lying stark naked on the bedroom floor having fallen out of bed 😦 He’d lain there for 4 hours, but despite being cold he looked flushed, had a banging headache and a nasty cough so Sherlock Holmes here deduced he had a chest infection which is why he’d gone off his legs. I rang for an ambulance. While we waited I managed to get him sat upright on the floor, get his pyjamas on, socks and a sweater, got him a hot drink and made him eat a cracker (he’s diabetic). Two hours later, with a confirmed raging temperature, chest infection and irregular heartbeat (he’s already had a heart attack, has a stent and suffers from angina), he was taken off to the Infirmary – I’ll ring at 6pm to find out which ward he’s been admitted to and will go through to the city tomorrow to see him. Who needs to rest anyway?!