Never used to be like this. My health probs have changed me into someone I don't like very much. Everything is a battle. Not just physically, practically as well. Since April, the Council Housing Officer and Community Matron (out of the goodness of her heart) have been trying to find me suitable accommodation whilst they install gas central heating. I cant stay here because I use an oxygen concentrator, which would not cope with the dirt and dust etc. + they have recently found asbestos. The Matron has now moved on, & her replacement is not expected 'til February. But this is not their remit anyway, and Community Services here are in crisis and nobody seems to be available to help. The Economy 7 is both ancient and inadequate, and not at all good for my lung condition. It needs sorting. The 'old' me would have been able to work something out, I don't have the energy now. Nothing is straightforward, which doesn't help either.
Oh c'mon Nana, it's Christmas!! Put it to bed 'til January. Sounds like the best advice for now. If anyone has been in a similar position and found an answer please let me know. G'night, sweet dreams. Tulip xx