A slight panic this afternoon at rehab for the team when my stats had dropped to 73 when I first arrived and 89 is enough to have them asking 'how are you' questions. I've never seen Hannah go so red and Ruth zoomed over like a shot to make me sit down. Apparently they had already had an ambulance out twice today at different rehabs and they thought they were going to have to do a 999 call for the third time with me.
Strangely enough though, I felt fine all be it a bit tired.
I was late getting to rehab because I really wanted to finish my ironing and I was a bit cheesed off, because of various phone calls to the bank and my housing association regarding my housing benefit payments this morning, but I hadn't been rushing.
Plus I had a call from the prescription people wanting to know whether I was contribution based or something else.
Needless to say I didn't get any straight answers from anyone. You ask a simple question and everyone goes round the houses with their answers. All I wanted to know, was do I get a 'Crips r us' card to show to the dentist etc and did the housing association alter my standing order or direct debit, which ever one it was or did I change it?
The bank said the housing association and the housing association said the bank, two calls each backwards and forwards and it was stalemate.
How the hell do people con these people as I'm having trouble getting what I am owed!
Still the day got better as I went to see Lee Evans at the Civic in Chelmsford. He was trying out his new material for his new tour. What we didn't like was cut out, but to be honest there wasn't much that we didn't laugh at.
My face was aching when I left the theatre. I don't laugh out loud much now a it brings on a coughing fit, but I did risk it a couple of times.
Now terribly tired again and my eyes are killing me, so off to bed.
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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