Another day of sun and follicks... my arse.
I spoke to the worst bank adviser in the whole wide world today. I know he had a cold bless him, but I never gave it to him, so why be nasty to me?!
I asked him if by any chance if my payments of my pension and benefits go horribly wrong, what would happen as I don't have an overdraft, how could I pay my rent etc.
The kind sensitive soul told me I couldn't have an overdraft, no reason given apart from the fact that I knew that I was made bankrupt six years ago and he wasn't actually brave enough to tell me that. His totally brilliant advise was when I start running out of money, to cancel my direct debits and standing orders until it was sorted, end of advice.
Oooo how clever... not.
My advice to him, I didn't share with him either as I didn't think would help my cause, but I had yet another cry after I put the phone down and resolved to call again tomorrow to try again to talk with someone more superior than the office twat.
I got my sick certificate, but only dated till 13th of February, not helpful, but the doctors receptionist did order me another and photocopied my divorce paper for the pension people, both very helpful.
Ruth came to give me extra physio and said that the stress wasn't making my breathing any good at all, also the headache without the pain yesterday sounded very much like I was close to a black out, also not very good. So to stay on oxygen longer for the next couple of days as staying stress free was not an option the way things were going.
Thankfully Jacko sent some facts and figures over with Lynn and there maybe light at the end of the tunnel.
I thought I'd get an over the phone hug from my youngest son when he called me and I had a little whine, but was told off by him! Eek that wasn't expected, ok he wasn't nasty, but just jolly firm and it wasn't as nice as an over the phone cuddle which was much needed. I know he was trying to fire me up to take them on rather than giving up, but Ooo it did take me aback a bit.
I do wonder sometimes why I bother getting up in the morning you know on days like this.
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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