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Well after a so-so weekend, I arose at six on Monday morning to get ready and out, to meet up with Simon. Needless to say, it had rained for the journey, which had been no more than I should have expected really. Simon had been double booked, with an interview much like mine; so I’d accepted an appointment for the afternoon, so I’d taken myself a bus journey to Liscard; with a whiskey my excuse for the journey. Then come the afternoon I got to see Simon, who had been full of apologies, that he hadn’t needed to give me, I’d assured him; knowing how much I’d needed his help with mine. We’d got application for the appeal made out, then the medical details written out, prior to my journey home and, this time it’d been sunny and pleasant.

After I’d cooked tea I’d rested my knees awhile, then risen to watch a little teevee and write, my mind well wired once again, after the events of the day.



Needless to say, come Tuesday I’d been shattered. But, I had got out to do some shopping; and although I’d been walking a tad more slowly than usual, I’d been able to get everything done that had been intended, including some weeding...



But boy, I’d been shattered all day…



And, that’s the way it’s been of late, good and bad days; one day it’s the back and the next the its and, sometimes a variation of the two, with the irritating that is my sinus a reason for me to look forward to an operation in October.



The weather has been pleasant of late, providing us with the sun we’ve not seen through Summer and, plenty of opportunity of Dad and myself to work outside, although come the weekend I’ve taken to my old habit of sitting in bed much of Saturday and Sunday morning, taking pleasure in listening the radio and meanwhile, my current story seems to be proceeding well.

Having had a letter from the dole that puzzled me goodstyle, as they were asking about tax, when I didn’t pay it and, the darn thing was so poorly written, in places it had read s quite intimidating, I’d travelled to see Simon, again.



The people he works for had moved and, it had been easier for me to find the wrong way into the building than the right way. In fact, I’d accessed the building via the staff entrance.



Well sure enough, the issue had got sorted and, I’d been told to expect a payment. So as it was sunny and, my mood was good, I decided to go take photo’s and learned to my dismay, I’d lost my camera.



I’d made my way back into the station, having a word with some workers as I’d made my way up the stairs. One suggested asking at the kiosk. In truth I would have done so anyway, but thanked him and made my way to the kiosk, to the left of the stairs out. Well, at the mention of the word ‘camera’, the guy’s eyes had lit up.



It seems a man working for them had handed them in at Liverpool, then realised that it was likely the owner was from Bromborough and then redirected them toward there for me, well for the owner. And, as I asked of the camera, it was surmised it was mine and, a phone-call rang through. At Bromborough station knew who knew me took pleasure in telling me in handing it to me.



Then on Saturday the response from the DWP arrived, saying their decision stands – which means I’ll have to take it further still, as I surmised I might.



I did however get a letter of acceptance of ESA, regarding the diverticulitis, which was important, as it meant I could make an appointment to see a dentist. And, I’d been loath to go back, to make an appointment, since a member of reception staff did their job well, a week or so earlier and, asked for ‘proof of benefit’, before beginning treatment. And as ESA is treated differently than JSA, providing proof can be an issue, as I had found out. Truth be told, I’d found it a tad humiliating at the time, so had simply said “alright” then walked out.



Needless to say, with all that to deal with, I’m glad that I have Simon to help me; yet that said, currently my focus is poor and, I’ve been letting things slip, which I really do not like…

I awoke after another rainy night, after I’d had about three hours sleep, after getting my report prepared with all the evidence I figured I’d need, when I met Simon at 12:00



Then, when I went for the train, there was a problem further down the line, a lorry had got itself stuck beneath a small bridge that carries track and, there’d been no more trains. So, I went for a bus and, then got onto yet another train, ten minutes or so later, that only took me part of the way. So I got a bus to town, then a taxi to New Brighton.



And, even though I’d assumed I’d be the first to see Simon, I hadn’t been, although he’d been that helpful when I had got to see him, I had not minded.



We had put forward a mandatory reconsideration, the first step before an official appeal and, signed me on, again; albeit on the sick again, this time with the diagnosis of diverticulosis, the lesser form of diverticulitis.



There’s a kind of irony that at the medical I do recall telling the medical professional about the next operation, meaning the colonoscopy. That’d been something else he’d shown no interest in. Damn agent of the system, that’s all he was… Anyway…



Well, with little belief in the trains, I’d walked down King St in Liscard, to get my bus, passing ‘Tina’s Collectibles’ on the way, being sure to take pictures of the Daleks in the window… I had got home just in time to make tea, for Dad and myself.



Another night of lots of rain and little sleep, meant that I woke on Tuesday to a flooded Wirral, as I learned when I put the radio on.



Grant you, by the time I got out it was sunny again and, this time the journey to Broadgreen Hospital did not seem too onerous, although it does help that I know the route, from when I had worked that way, at Wavertree Technology Park, the station before Broadgreen.



The Hospital itself seems is as old as Clatterbridge Hospital in places, but bigger, in all respects, clean with friendly staff; well they’d put up with me and my nerves, so yes, ‘friendly and helpful.’



By the time the afternoon had ended I’d had a full medical history done and bloods taken and, an ECG taken, to ensure that when I have the anaesthetic, there’ll be no complications, with the operation...



I learnt from the senior nurse dealing with me that I have to have someone picks me up, because of the anaesthetic; or I’ll be staying over, which I’m truly loathe to do…



Well, when I got home I found out from Dad that I’d had the best of the weather, as it had rained in Bromborough much of the day, while the weather had held out for me ‘n my journeying.



Oh aye, I got home for about 5:00 and made best use of the chicken casserole I’d prepared, before leaving the house.



After I’d rested I used the lamp from the backroom and took it to my Fathers and then used the light from it to provide enough illumination to redo by hand, some stitching on my Father’s bottom sheet, while it was untucked from the made-up bed.



It had been awkward to do, but the job had proved effective: so that come the next time I’d make it, I would not put my fingers straight into the holes, as I had done earlier that morning, again.



Well, considering I often goto bed about one in the morning an sometimes get to seep about two or three, I went to bed before twelve; knowing I had to be up early, for my ‘emergency appointment’ at the dentists.



And, early had been… just that. Six. Like no-one should be up at that time, no-one. But I had been, ‘coz I’d needed the dentist. Well, I’d got there and got the tooth seen to within about fifteen minutes, by a fellow who seemed ever-so young. In fact, I do recall making a remark about thinking it was policemen who were getting younger. And though the fellow who saw me wasn’t my ‘regular’, he had been good. The pity was I couldn’t book the follow-up, thinking of following appointments to come and mentioned this and, that should have been okay.



But… the new girl behind the desk, did her job and, asked for proof of benefit. And, although Simon has helped me put a claim through, I’ve no proof of that yet…



And, I do think it’s ridiculous, being found ‘fit for work’, I’m damn well going to fight the lies I read in that report. But that said, without proof of benefit, I’d not been able to book the follow-up appointment, or I’d end up in yet more trouble with the system. Yet, at least I’d got my tooth seen to on a sunny morning.



Needless to say, I spent the day tired, yet did much with Dad, prior to cooking tea.

And, even though he’s eighty seven and, believes he’d ‘getting confused’, I still spend most of my day trying to keep up with him. At his age, I’m sure he knows more than most and, he definitely does more in a day than most. No wonder I’m always so tired.



Come the evening I had watched ‘San Andreas’ with Lucie, who still needs the lessons that seemed to work for me, when I met her in confidence class, all those years ago… And, I did find the story notes I’d thought I’d lost. Man that had been one blast of a feeling, when I found them!



Anyway, I did manage to rise Friday morning and go shopping with Dad, then come the afternoon did some weeding and edging of the back lawn, which I found so therapeutic, still…



Come the evening I rose after my rest, then wrote, as I watched first ‘Minority Report’, the teevee pilot which I’d liked. In fact, having watched it I can’t see why it did make a series. Then again, so many poor shows make it and then, something like that with a plot, good character and yes, it’d made no sense to me. Yet, I digress, as I’d continued to write into the early hours of Saturday morning I had watched ‘Infestation’, a film from 2009 {a good year for film, I think} and, the distraction I’d found from both kept me, suitably occupied, until my lids finally began to get heavy.



An, on the nights it doesn’t rain, I’ve been listening to what sounds like mortar shells going off outside until the early hours of the morning and, where I’d banged my forehead the other morning, as I walked through the living-room in the dark, does not hurt quite as much…