It's been one of those days when I rather wish I hadn't been nicely dragged up because I'd just love to fly straight off the handle and scream...loudly.
You remember a dozy bloke brought the Eclipse machine a week last Monday and forgot to bring the battery for it...I left it for the rest of the week...no battery...then we had our Bank Holiday at the weekend when no-one works...'phoned today and was faced with a barrage of questions...you know the sort...press 1 if your legs just dropped off...
I was put through to an answering service that didn't answer...after five tries finally reached a proper human being and told her this tale of woe and she went off like a bottle of pop. Run this past me again she said...D brought the machine out but didn't bring a battery? But you can't go out without the battery...
I said I knew that.
She said she'd 'phone D and have words and arrange for the battery to be here pronto and she'd 'phone me back today.
She hasn't.
Then Baywater rang yesterday and asked if I could hang on for another day for my replacement ambulant oxygen 'cos Malachi had been called out for an emergency...I said it wasn't a problem. The girl said he'd be here first thing this morning.
He still hasn't arrived and it's now 5-30pm
It might have quite escaped the providers notice that I can't go out anywhere until I have oxygen...don't care how it comes...so long as I have some.
Quite why old Grumpy sucking Lemons Nurse went to British oxygen for the Eclipse I haven't the faintest idea...she probably did it on purpose because I said Baywater were so efficient...
Malachi has never ever let me down before over delivering new bottles, so I can only imagine he might have had another emergency or just hasn't caught up with those he missed yesterday...
In the meantime I have about half a bottle left to go to the supermarket tomorrow...