Day 172.
So my care coordinator was here earlier to facilitate a chat with the GP to get stuff sorted. It was...well, when the call was over, I just kinda went, "...see what I mean?" lol. Got precisely nowhere with him, as always, but he has at least agreed to contact the endocrinologist about switching from injections to gel so maybe we can all stop arguing about who keeps doing what wrong.
THEN I had less than 24 hours notice that the housing association wanted to do a gas safety check. Turns out the letting agent doesn't like sharing details of the ones they do so I get it done twice.
tbf this is what used to happen when I lived on Kirkholt - RBH owned the building and leased the building to St Vincents. RBH were technically liable for repairs etc for everything except the flats themselves, which were covered by St Vincents, but both of them insisted on carrying out gas safety checks. At separate points in the year, too. It could get a bit confusing.
BUT THERE'S MORE. When Sarah was here and we were talking about the aftermath of the phonecall I'd said I had a video appointment with Leeds anyway this week so I'd pass it along then too. With most of my vaping stuff upstairs I've been leaving my phone upstairs too (yes, I keep a spreadsheet of what juices go in which tanks at which watt levels because I can and lists make me happy) because the phone's the easiest way to access the spreadsheets. I went upstairs to do this earlier and I'd missed two calls from a withheld number. That Leeds appointment was later this week as it turned out - by a couple of hours.
Oops. By the time I noticed their phoneline had closed for the day. Oh well, it wasn't
that urgent. I'll blame it on my GP. He's accusing me of doing it anyway, might as well help myself out there lol.
Oh and the goblins are going mad. Business as usual right there