Cheers, Chilli, I now hold no hope of ever getting my licences back. lol I seemed to have spent the whole summer taking one test or another. I have a list of illnesses that would tax the most patient of doctors. For reasons I will explain in a minute, I now have a new GP. They booked me a triple appointment with him for my initial one when they realised the issues I was bringing with me.
First of, I have a heart monitor implanted in my chest to record what is going wrong with my heart.
Then it is now official and I have badly damaged lungs and acute emphysema.
I also have undergone tests as required by my cardio man and respiratory man and it seems I have a wonderful case of Obstructive Sleep Aponea. Even the nurse called me a ‘poor dear’ when she gave me the results. They told me that during the sleep test I woke up an average of 65.3 times an hour!!! That is more than once a minute. In other words I never get to sleep!!! No wonder I am knackered all the time. I go for my CECAP fitting on Dec 17th
The wound on my left elbow that has never healed (after the accident in May) and still weeps? My new GP finally took notice of me, did some tests and had it xrayed. He has referred me to an Orthaepedic surgeon as he is at a loss as to why it is still open and weeping. He has said it may need surgery to investigate as it must have something in there to cause this.
Then as he laughingly asked if there was anything else, I mentioned my hearing in my left ear. It turns out, he is an ENT specialist and had a quick look. Straight away he said to me, I bet you get lots of infections in there to which I said yes. He then said my eardrum is all scarred and pitted. Apparently it is supposed to be lovely and shiny. It has only taken 26 years to get a verdict like that. So after yet more tests, I now find I have only 10% hearing in my left and 60% in my right ears. Off we go to have hearing aids fitted.
Now, I am not going to go into the ins and outs of it but all the stress of this summer (remember my sister dropped dead in June) completely shattered my 15 yr relationship and we have also split up. I know I am a mug but I just walked away with nowhere to go to and am now living in a homeless hostel. I have a room smaller than my bathroom at home with just a single bed and a washbasin and chest of drawers in. Thankfully they have broadband here. When I think back just 7 months ago and I remember a time when I never had a care in the world. I was doing a job I loved, earning damned good money for what I did (pottering around Europe with a tank behind me), never looked at the price when buying something because I could afford most things (I changed my Range Rover for a Mercedes M Class at Easter and paid cash) and I look at me now. I haven’t a pot to ■■■■ in (I refuse to sell my car) and survive barely on £72 a week. Thankfully, I have finally had my assessment this week for PIP (the old DLA) so that should bring some extra money in. I also discovered about 6 weeks ago I can cash my pension in for a lump sum as I have had to retire through ill health. This is a healthy pension so some time in the near future there will be a nice bonus.
It seems a long long way from those days we used to thunder up and down to Villamoura, Quarteria and the like, eh, Chilli?