10:30 AM GOT AT CALL FROM SOCIAL SERVICES
I received a surprise phone call from somebody called: Anna Leigh Purdue...who, apparently, is a Social Worker -(exactly where she got my phone number details from, I still don't know)-; she's a aprt of the: initial contact team for Adult Social Services. She called to ask me if I need any further help/or, am struggling after my mum's death.
I told her that everything is going pretty much ok.; except I'm struggling to pay all the bills/and, also, fix the leaking roof/collapsed plaster ceiling. She gave me a few helpful phone numbers to call...
800 316 9800
Debt payment plan
Priority service
Every pound counts
0207 926 5555
0800 254 0298
Age UK Support
0207 346 6800
(get benefit entitlements checked out/also, mention entitlement to a London taxi card)
She said she would phone me back, again...within a week or so...just to check up on if I'm doing ok still.
11:00 AM PAID THAMES WATER £50.00
I signed into my online Thames Water a/c.; and, it says the current balance is: £367.09. I paid £50.00 using my debit card. So, the current balance should now say: £317.09; however, the balance will be fully updated within 5 days time; so, I will need to sign in, again, in order to check that.
The next payment due is £50.00 on the 15 JAN 2020.
Tuesday, 24 December 2019
Mon 231219 Went to Brighton...return ticket cost: £16.20
STAYED AT SHARON'S DURING THE NIGHT/MORNING
Yesterday, I stayed at my cousin Sharon's house.
They went out for a trip to London to see children's show: Shrek...with the children during the morning. I believe they went to Westminister in their car.
DECIDED TO GO AND VISIT BRIGHTON
I boarded the train at Kingswood station...; and, changed at East Croydon...with the intention to return back home to West Norwood.
However, on the opposite train platform...I noticed the train said it was headed towards Brighton. I had good memories about having visited Croydon before...though, I only did it just once, purely on a whim; therefore, I started thinking to myself...why not do it, again. So, I did...boarded the Brighton train.
We stopped at Gatwick airport...where I was able to see -through the train windows- the airplanes taking off. The train made two/or, possibly, three more stops...none of which were particularly significant to be worthwhile noting; then, eventually, we ended up at Brighton.
Unfortunately, my Oyster travel pass...doesn't actually work at Brighton; but, some conductor decided to let me through for FREE, anyway.
One of the first things I did when I got off at Brighton train station was find out where the toilets are...because I desperately needed to go take a leak. I asked one of the train ticket attendants...and, they said the toilets were off to the left side. I thought I might need to pay money to use the public toilets...but, fortunately, it was FREE. The next question I asked is where is the sea...and, I was told just keep on walking straight ahead. Sure enough when I walked far enough ahead...there is was sea. Wow! No buildings on the other side...just empty shoreline...and, water in between.
I had entered Greggs cake store...and, brought...
1 x Sausage roll
1 x Chocolate finger
1 x Cream finger
1 x Icing cake
...at a cost of £1.00 each.
Next, I went and brought some Rock sweets...in order to be able to remember the day. I brought...
4 x long rocks
2 x short rocks
4 x fudges
...I can't remember the exact price...; but, I went into 2 different shops, at least; and, one shop charged me £11.xx; and, another around £5.xx.
I also went into Burger King...after my visit had ended...and, brought a cheese burger costing 0.99p. -(Really, I just wanted to use their toilet...the day was freezing cold...and, that made me wish to take a leak, truly, most desperately.)
I walked along the beach front...across the pebbled shore...-(but, didn't go anywhere else/not like last time...when I travelled all along the shore both up and down...it was just too 'cold')-..I walked up to where the waves were breaking...and, then, I walked back out.
As soon as, I saw it was getting really dark...winter evening...I decided to leave and go back home, again; didn't wish to miss my return back train.
Going there was FREE...; but, I was not half so lucky coming back, however; I should have simply boarded the train...without asking to go buy a ticket, first; the return ticket cost was: £16.20...which, frankly, left me feeling totally 'shocked'...and, put some dampers on the day.
LATEST UPDATE
(When I awoke the next morning, I did a search to find out what is the cost to a ticket to Brighton going from East Croydon? Answer confirmed: £16.20.)
Yesterday, I stayed at my cousin Sharon's house.
They went out for a trip to London to see children's show: Shrek...with the children during the morning. I believe they went to Westminister in their car.
DECIDED TO GO AND VISIT BRIGHTON
I boarded the train at Kingswood station...; and, changed at East Croydon...with the intention to return back home to West Norwood.
However, on the opposite train platform...I noticed the train said it was headed towards Brighton. I had good memories about having visited Croydon before...though, I only did it just once, purely on a whim; therefore, I started thinking to myself...why not do it, again. So, I did...boarded the Brighton train.
We stopped at Gatwick airport...where I was able to see -through the train windows- the airplanes taking off. The train made two/or, possibly, three more stops...none of which were particularly significant to be worthwhile noting; then, eventually, we ended up at Brighton.
Unfortunately, my Oyster travel pass...doesn't actually work at Brighton; but, some conductor decided to let me through for FREE, anyway.
One of the first things I did when I got off at Brighton train station was find out where the toilets are...because I desperately needed to go take a leak. I asked one of the train ticket attendants...and, they said the toilets were off to the left side. I thought I might need to pay money to use the public toilets...but, fortunately, it was FREE. The next question I asked is where is the sea...and, I was told just keep on walking straight ahead. Sure enough when I walked far enough ahead...there is was sea. Wow! No buildings on the other side...just empty shoreline...and, water in between.
I had entered Greggs cake store...and, brought...
1 x Sausage roll
1 x Chocolate finger
1 x Cream finger
1 x Icing cake
...at a cost of £1.00 each.
Next, I went and brought some Rock sweets...in order to be able to remember the day. I brought...
4 x long rocks
2 x short rocks
4 x fudges
...I can't remember the exact price...; but, I went into 2 different shops, at least; and, one shop charged me £11.xx; and, another around £5.xx.
I also went into Burger King...after my visit had ended...and, brought a cheese burger costing 0.99p. -(Really, I just wanted to use their toilet...the day was freezing cold...and, that made me wish to take a leak, truly, most desperately.)
I walked along the beach front...across the pebbled shore...-(but, didn't go anywhere else/not like last time...when I travelled all along the shore both up and down...it was just too 'cold')-..I walked up to where the waves were breaking...and, then, I walked back out.
As soon as, I saw it was getting really dark...winter evening...I decided to leave and go back home, again; didn't wish to miss my return back train.
Going there was FREE...; but, I was not half so lucky coming back, however; I should have simply boarded the train...without asking to go buy a ticket, first; the return ticket cost was: £16.20...which, frankly, left me feeling totally 'shocked'...and, put some dampers on the day.
LATEST UPDATE
(When I awoke the next morning, I did a search to find out what is the cost to a ticket to Brighton going from East Croydon? Answer confirmed: £16.20.)
Monday, 9 December 2019
Notes: 28th Nov-7th Dec
Obviously, a lot of things did happen in between: 28th November up to 7th December which I did not record here.
These things included...
- Registering the death/obtaining 3 copies of the Death Certificate.
- Contacting the Funeral Directors, Yeatman's/(who also arranged my aunts funeral)
- Sending in 2 green forms to the Funeral Directors...so that they can go and collect my mum's body from Lewisham Hospital morgue; and, embalm it.
- Getting an affidavit form to sign by a lawyer...which gives permission for the grave to be touched...as there are two large 30 to 40 foot trees growing there which will need to be cut down before any funeral can take place.
- Going to visit the Allen Head's pub...at the corner of West Norwood Cemetary...Robson Road...where I met a fellow Paxton Green Time Bank member called, Rob...says he is a PGTB Trustee...I think, he runs that particular pub. We arranged, later on, to call him back...and, have The Wake there...as opposed to choosing any other local pub: The Rosendale/North Wood/-etc.
-etc.
I have stayed both here at home...and, also, gone and slept for a number of nights inside of my cousin Sharon's house(met there new cat: Geoffrey).
I much prefer staying inside of my own home...;which is, mainly, because that's what I'm most used to doing; also, I feel a hell of a lot more comfortable sleeping in of my own bed...rather than anybody else's. My cousins are very warm, friendly, and, polite...and, I'm sure, are really 'good minded' towards me...furthermore, I get along extremely well with their 3 children; but, I myself do feel I've been imposing myself on them, quite unnecessarily. An awful lot of things I'm capable of doing on my own. However, I do very deeply appreciate all of the help they have given me.
At one point we -me/and, Sharon- went and visited Millicent and Trevor inside of their home; and, we had a long conversation about my mum's death. I can't remember now exactly what day that was...maybe, last Friday/Saturday evening.
I went and visited the grave, I believe, it was Saturday 6th Dec 2019; to take photos...as proof...before anyone does any further work on it...taking close up/medium/and, long range shots...around 100+ photos altogether...on my iPad. I also stopped there to say a prayer or two; and, have a chat with my aunt who already lies there.
In fact, a lot of things I seem to have forgotten...just too many things been happening together, all at once...that's why I didn't choose to write about them.
These things included...
- Registering the death/obtaining 3 copies of the Death Certificate.
- Contacting the Funeral Directors, Yeatman's/(who also arranged my aunts funeral)
- Sending in 2 green forms to the Funeral Directors...so that they can go and collect my mum's body from Lewisham Hospital morgue; and, embalm it.
- Getting an affidavit form to sign by a lawyer...which gives permission for the grave to be touched...as there are two large 30 to 40 foot trees growing there which will need to be cut down before any funeral can take place.
- Going to visit the Allen Head's pub...at the corner of West Norwood Cemetary...Robson Road...where I met a fellow Paxton Green Time Bank member called, Rob...says he is a PGTB Trustee...I think, he runs that particular pub. We arranged, later on, to call him back...and, have The Wake there...as opposed to choosing any other local pub: The Rosendale/North Wood/-etc.
-etc.
I have stayed both here at home...and, also, gone and slept for a number of nights inside of my cousin Sharon's house(met there new cat: Geoffrey).
I much prefer staying inside of my own home...;which is, mainly, because that's what I'm most used to doing; also, I feel a hell of a lot more comfortable sleeping in of my own bed...rather than anybody else's. My cousins are very warm, friendly, and, polite...and, I'm sure, are really 'good minded' towards me...furthermore, I get along extremely well with their 3 children; but, I myself do feel I've been imposing myself on them, quite unnecessarily. An awful lot of things I'm capable of doing on my own. However, I do very deeply appreciate all of the help they have given me.
At one point we -me/and, Sharon- went and visited Millicent and Trevor inside of their home; and, we had a long conversation about my mum's death. I can't remember now exactly what day that was...maybe, last Friday/Saturday evening.
I went and visited the grave, I believe, it was Saturday 6th Dec 2019; to take photos...as proof...before anyone does any further work on it...taking close up/medium/and, long range shots...around 100+ photos altogether...on my iPad. I also stopped there to say a prayer or two; and, have a chat with my aunt who already lies there.
In fact, a lot of things I seem to have forgotten...just too many things been happening together, all at once...that's why I didn't choose to write about them.
Mon 091219 Millicent phone call/phoned Floyd(not in/phoned me back, later)/Phoned Gary(left 2 answer machine messages)
1 PM MILLICENT PHONED ME
I got a phone call from my cousin, Millicent. She said, tomorrow, we should go and do some shopping to dress my mum; to which I agreed.
I told her I had rung other people to tell them about my mum's death.
I also spoke with my childhood friend, David Blackwood; and, he said he would call, Gary; but, that Gary had not called me, yet. I told her, when I speak to Gary...I will request that he take his things out of my mums flat. She replied to me, you can ask the question. However, because, she was still at work...I didn't bother to pursue the conversation too long.
21:00 PHONE FLOYD/WIFE SHIRLEY ANSWERED/TOOK MY NUMBER TO PHONE ME BACK
Floyd, left his phone numbers...home/mobile on my answer machine...saying I should call him back.
I phoned Floyd; but, apparently, he must have been really busy doing something else; because when Shirley, his wife, called him, repeatedly...there was no answer.
We both exchanged a few words about my mum; then, I left her both my name/phone number; then, told her...Floyd can phone me back, later on.
21:12 PHONED GARY/NO ANSWER/LEFT ANSWER MACHINE MESSAGE
I tried phoning Gary three times on his mobile phone; -(David Blackwood, gave me his number, yesterday)-; the first time there was no reply...instead, the phone just went silent(maybe, he picked it up...but, after realising it's me...decided not to talk). I phoned back, again; and, left 2 answer machine messages...
1. My mum died at Lewisham Hospital on the 27th of November 2019.
2. He should come and collect his property from Beckett House; because I got it touch with Centre 70 in West Norwood...and, they explained that whatever goods are left behind the council will seize it; and, then, dispose of it how they please...if they can't get in contact with the property owner.
Also, please, inform the rest of the family members.
21:40 PM FLOYD PHONED/I ASKED HIM TO DO A SPEECH...HE SAID, YES
Floyd phoned me back, eventually; and, I told him the news. He gave his sympathy. We spoke about Mr. Blackwood/Mrs. Blackwood; and, also, about my own family.
We spoke about the situation with Gary; and, Floyd said he's not too sure where Gary's head is...?
I explained to him the funeral date is set for the 3rd Jan 2020. However, we still are not sure...as two tall trees, 30 to 40 foot in length, need cutting down, first. So, we might need to set a later date than that.
Eventually, I asked him if he would like to do a speech at the funeral; and, he said, yes, it would be a honour.
21:48 PM PHONED SHARON TO UPDATE HER WHAT THE CURRENT SITUATION IS
I phoned Sharon...spoke to the answer machine...they must have gone to bed. Told her I'm going out with Millicent tomorrow to get some clothes for my mum.
I also told her that I had spoke to Floyd; that he said he would be willing to do a speech.
Finally, I told her that I had got Gary's phone number from David Blackwood; and, so, I had phoned him to say my mum had died/where/when...; and, also, that he should come an collect his clothes from Beckett House...otherwise the Council will claim it.
I got a phone call from my cousin, Millicent. She said, tomorrow, we should go and do some shopping to dress my mum; to which I agreed.
I told her I had rung other people to tell them about my mum's death.
I also spoke with my childhood friend, David Blackwood; and, he said he would call, Gary; but, that Gary had not called me, yet. I told her, when I speak to Gary...I will request that he take his things out of my mums flat. She replied to me, you can ask the question. However, because, she was still at work...I didn't bother to pursue the conversation too long.
21:00 PHONE FLOYD/WIFE SHIRLEY ANSWERED/TOOK MY NUMBER TO PHONE ME BACK
Floyd, left his phone numbers...home/mobile on my answer machine...saying I should call him back.
I phoned Floyd; but, apparently, he must have been really busy doing something else; because when Shirley, his wife, called him, repeatedly...there was no answer.
We both exchanged a few words about my mum; then, I left her both my name/phone number; then, told her...Floyd can phone me back, later on.
21:12 PHONED GARY/NO ANSWER/LEFT ANSWER MACHINE MESSAGE
I tried phoning Gary three times on his mobile phone; -(David Blackwood, gave me his number, yesterday)-; the first time there was no reply...instead, the phone just went silent(maybe, he picked it up...but, after realising it's me...decided not to talk). I phoned back, again; and, left 2 answer machine messages...
1. My mum died at Lewisham Hospital on the 27th of November 2019.
2. He should come and collect his property from Beckett House; because I got it touch with Centre 70 in West Norwood...and, they explained that whatever goods are left behind the council will seize it; and, then, dispose of it how they please...if they can't get in contact with the property owner.
Also, please, inform the rest of the family members.
21:40 PM FLOYD PHONED/I ASKED HIM TO DO A SPEECH...HE SAID, YES
Floyd phoned me back, eventually; and, I told him the news. He gave his sympathy. We spoke about Mr. Blackwood/Mrs. Blackwood; and, also, about my own family.
We spoke about the situation with Gary; and, Floyd said he's not too sure where Gary's head is...?
I explained to him the funeral date is set for the 3rd Jan 2020. However, we still are not sure...as two tall trees, 30 to 40 foot in length, need cutting down, first. So, we might need to set a later date than that.
Eventually, I asked him if he would like to do a speech at the funeral; and, he said, yes, it would be a honour.
21:48 PM PHONED SHARON TO UPDATE HER WHAT THE CURRENT SITUATION IS
I phoned Sharon...spoke to the answer machine...they must have gone to bed. Told her I'm going out with Millicent tomorrow to get some clothes for my mum.
I also told her that I had spoke to Floyd; that he said he would be willing to do a speech.
Finally, I told her that I had got Gary's phone number from David Blackwood; and, so, I had phoned him to say my mum had died/where/when...; and, also, that he should come an collect his clothes from Beckett House...otherwise the Council will claim it.
Sun 081119 Contacted family/friends about mum's death.../Gary, still to go and collect his things from my mum's flat...
10 PM MADE PHONE CALLS INFORMING OTHERS ABOUT MY MUMS DEATH/UPCOING FUNERAL
Honestly, I was really dreading having to go make phone calls about such a horrible subject...; but, eventually, I realised I would have no other choice but to go and contact family/friends about my mum's death. So, I went and got the 'red' phonebook...which is used to store all of the phone numbers/addresses/-etc.
The first friends I contacted was the Blackwood family...who used to babysit me from when I was very young.
- I phoned the old Mrs. Blackwood -(now died)- phone number; but, although it was ringing...nobody answered; nor was there any answer machine to leave messages.
- I phoned Winnie...but, she wasn't home; so, I left a message on her answer machine. She phoned me back, later; and, we chatted for a while. Her suggestion is I should take in tenants to help pay the bills. I objected that I dislike having to live with strangers.
- I phoned Floyd...but, that phone number no longer worked.
- I phoned David...he answered me...; and, suggested if the rest of the family are likely to give you any problems; then, go and get some legal advice. (David also gave me Gary's mobile phone number to call.)
Next, I searched to find any other friends...
- I phoned Richard...Denis (died young/heart problems) wife answered. She said both Mr. & Mrs. Richard are not keeping too well; Mrs. Richard is managing relatively ok; but, Mr. Richard...now aged 97 is not so well...(deaf); also, he might be too infirm to attend any funeral. I left them my phone number details/and, also, name; so they can get it contact whenever they want.
- I phoned Sharon Smith...she answered the phone...thinking it was a social call; but, I went on to explain this call is to tell them about an upcoming funeral. She said I should leave the details on Facebook. I ended the call with give my regards to your mum/and, sister Judy.
- I phoned the Knight sisters; no answer on either number called(phone number too old, I guess).
- I phone Sylvie/Vie Williams/Mrs. Patterson/-etc. no answer (number too old)
Eventually, I reached the end of the phone book; and, frankly, was glad to...because, now, that's one task I don't have worry about too much longer.
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MY COUSIN, GARY, STILL DOESN'T SEEM TO BE WILLING TO MOVE HIS THINGS OUT OF MY MUM'S FLAT
What I do have to worry about is, Gary...who still has left his stuff inside of my mum's flat...it must be 7 bags full of clothes.../together with 2 or 3 suitcases; if he doesn't call me, soon...then, I will be 'forced' to go and call him; and, if he then decides not to go and collect his things...then, that will leave me with just 3 possible choices...
1. Leave his things there for the council to come and collect
2. Take his things to my home to store, instead/(I don't want to do that at all; as I don't want Gary to visit me at home).
3. Go and dump his stuff. Which I would never do...partly, due to family loyalty(yes, it's a really strange thing...even though we no longer talk....yet, I can't forget there used to be good times between us, too); ...and, partly because I believe if I did do that...he would shoot me!
Most unfortunately, you can choose who your friends are...; but, you can't choose who your family is!
The guy is dangerous, violent, and, extremely jealous -(I see him as a Narcissistic Psychopath...people like that love themselves; but, have absolute no respect for others)-; I don't believe he has any good intentions towards me...so, I fear what he might do, next...? Most certainly, I wouldn't put it past him.../or, his equally jealous and bad minded sister, Merlene...to get me bumped off...just so that they can get to inherit the house. For these same reasons, I'm going to make sure I write a Will which excludes them from inheriting either my goods/or, property.
Honestly, I was really dreading having to go make phone calls about such a horrible subject...; but, eventually, I realised I would have no other choice but to go and contact family/friends about my mum's death. So, I went and got the 'red' phonebook...which is used to store all of the phone numbers/addresses/-etc.
The first friends I contacted was the Blackwood family...who used to babysit me from when I was very young.
- I phoned the old Mrs. Blackwood -(now died)- phone number; but, although it was ringing...nobody answered; nor was there any answer machine to leave messages.
- I phoned Winnie...but, she wasn't home; so, I left a message on her answer machine. She phoned me back, later; and, we chatted for a while. Her suggestion is I should take in tenants to help pay the bills. I objected that I dislike having to live with strangers.
- I phoned Floyd...but, that phone number no longer worked.
- I phoned David...he answered me...; and, suggested if the rest of the family are likely to give you any problems; then, go and get some legal advice. (David also gave me Gary's mobile phone number to call.)
Next, I searched to find any other friends...
- I phoned Richard...Denis (died young/heart problems) wife answered. She said both Mr. & Mrs. Richard are not keeping too well; Mrs. Richard is managing relatively ok; but, Mr. Richard...now aged 97 is not so well...(deaf); also, he might be too infirm to attend any funeral. I left them my phone number details/and, also, name; so they can get it contact whenever they want.
- I phoned Sharon Smith...she answered the phone...thinking it was a social call; but, I went on to explain this call is to tell them about an upcoming funeral. She said I should leave the details on Facebook. I ended the call with give my regards to your mum/and, sister Judy.
- I phoned the Knight sisters; no answer on either number called(phone number too old, I guess).
- I phone Sylvie/Vie Williams/Mrs. Patterson/-etc. no answer (number too old)
Eventually, I reached the end of the phone book; and, frankly, was glad to...because, now, that's one task I don't have worry about too much longer.
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MY COUSIN, GARY, STILL DOESN'T SEEM TO BE WILLING TO MOVE HIS THINGS OUT OF MY MUM'S FLAT
What I do have to worry about is, Gary...who still has left his stuff inside of my mum's flat...it must be 7 bags full of clothes.../together with 2 or 3 suitcases; if he doesn't call me, soon...then, I will be 'forced' to go and call him; and, if he then decides not to go and collect his things...then, that will leave me with just 3 possible choices...
1. Leave his things there for the council to come and collect
2. Take his things to my home to store, instead/(I don't want to do that at all; as I don't want Gary to visit me at home).
3. Go and dump his stuff. Which I would never do...partly, due to family loyalty(yes, it's a really strange thing...even though we no longer talk....yet, I can't forget there used to be good times between us, too); ...and, partly because I believe if I did do that...he would shoot me!
Most unfortunately, you can choose who your friends are...; but, you can't choose who your family is!
The guy is dangerous, violent, and, extremely jealous -(I see him as a Narcissistic Psychopath...people like that love themselves; but, have absolute no respect for others)-; I don't believe he has any good intentions towards me...so, I fear what he might do, next...? Most certainly, I wouldn't put it past him.../or, his equally jealous and bad minded sister, Merlene...to get me bumped off...just so that they can get to inherit the house. For these same reasons, I'm going to make sure I write a Will which excludes them from inheriting either my goods/or, property.
Wednesday, 27 November 2019
Wed 271119 Topped up: TalkTalk/TFL - Paid off CP loan/DPG at Kingswood House/Mum died Lewisham Hospital 3 PM (approx.)/Stayed the night at Sharon's house.
8:30 AM AWOKE
Let cat in from the back garden; and, fed her.
This time she chose to stay in/and, not go back out, immediately, right away.
She, eventually, went back out close to 9 AM.
8:25 AM CHECKED MY CURRENT A/C BALANCE/JSA PAYMENT WENT THROUGH, SUCCESSFULLY
My JSA payment successfully went through.
8:30 AM PAID TALKTALK £80.00/(50+30)
https://www.talktalk.co.uk
My previous TalkTalk balance said £130.00 CR. I just made another online payment to them of £50+£30=£80; so, this means I now have a balance of £210.00 CR(balance confirmed online).
This means, I should have enough credit left to pay for the rest of this year: DEC19/and, also, for the next 6 months of 2020 (I owe £30.00 monthly/7 x 3 = 21).
Ultimately, I should like 1 year of TalkTalk monthly bills having been paid in advance; then, I wouldn't have to worry about having to go pay them until whenever next year comes: JAN/21. This means, I still have to pay them: (6 x 3 = 18) = £180.00.
8:55 AM CHECKED MY OYSTER TRAVEL CARD BALANCE: £51.90 CR
https://tfl.gov.uk
I signed into my TFL-Transport For London a/c. to check what the balance said.
All pre-payments I made have been successfully transferred onto the card; and, the current balance now says £51.90 CR.
I noted that I was charged just 70p for any 2 bus journeys...going along in the one same direction...as you are not charged for continuation of a journey...providing that both bus journeys take place under a certain specific amount of time.
70p is, in fact, the 'discount' applied charge; because I'm using a discounted Oyster travel card which lasts up until May when I will have to remember to renew the discount travel option at Streatham Job Centre, again.
9:12 AM TOPPED UP MY OYSTER TRAVEL CARD BALANCE: £20.00
I topped up my Oyster travel card balance with £20.00; the balance should now say £71.90 CR.
My idea is ultimately to leave an Oyster travel card balance of, at least, £100.00+; and, in this way I shouldn't need to have to worry about travelling using different forms of London transport, namely: bus/tube/train.
I now have the goal set to deposit a further £30.00, at least.
09:29 AM PAID CASHPLUS £22.00
Cashplus Telephone number: 0330 024 0924.
I paid Cashplus £22.00 (I wanted to pay £20/but, they insisted that the minimum payment is £22).
This leaves me with a balance still to pay off of: -£218.00 DR.
11:30 PM PAID CASHPLUS LOAN OFF IN FULL: £220.00
I had £220.00 in cash; and, so, I decided to completely pay off the Cashplus loan I'd taken out; thus, saving myself from having to pay £15.00 monthly in borrowing fee charges.
My CashPlus balance now says: £2.00 CR.
11:45-4 PM VISITED KINGSWOOD HOUSE FOR DULWICH PICTURE GALLERY ART SESSION
I decided to go and visit the DWP teaching session at Kingswood House...; we copied Rembrandt printouts.
The exercise was related to learning more about 'painting' techniques. Basically, instead, of choosing to go copy a whole entire painting; they decided, instead, to concentrate on just a part/small section of the painting...then, try your best to imitate that.
First, get some colours: red/blue/yellow(brownish yellow); and, then, try mixing colours to match whichever section of the painting we choose; also, name the colours...such as chin/hair/background/-etc.
Then, you go and do a small copy; and, at the end of the session we shared our paintings with others for further comments.
Because I have ADD/Attention Deficit Disorder...leading to a really low attention span; as usual, I went and did my own thing...rather than following what the others were doing in the group.
My idea was to simply draw the Rembrandt man I had chosen using paint; at first, my painted copy was meant to be 'loose'...and, then, gradually refine it more and more, later on. However, in reality, I discovered that the finer I tried to work...then, the more muddier and muddier my work became...thus, eventually, I stopped trying; and, just left it there. Drew on the back a 'female nude'; then, went and got some more paper to practice drawing Jesus Christ head/hand; on another paper I drew Christ head/and, Christ on the cross the other side. Finally, I gave away my drawings/painting to another Paxton Green Time Bank member called: Stella, I believe is her name; she seems to like collecting my artworks; and, has collected, at least, one drawing/painting I did way back.
NOTE: At the close of the session; I briefly saw my Aikido teacher appear...it must be evening class today, Wednesday. Anyway, I said a quick hello...; and, showed him some of my drawing/painting. But, I didn't stop to mention anything about why I'm not attending Aikido, anymore(which I, really and truly, miss going to quite beyond words).
CONCLUSION
I enjoyed the drawing/painting session using paint; but, quite honestly, I should have been in Lewisham hospital visiting my mum/and, also, asking the doctors a few questions, instead.
I will try and go there, now...; but, already, it's too late...the doctors are there from 10 AM-4 PM...and, the time now is 4:55 PM; so, I've actually gone and missed seeing them/or, being able to ask them anything.
16:58 PM CHECKED MY CURRENT A/C. BALANCE: £6.56p
I just went and checked my current a/c. balance using the phone...and, was not too happy to have to realise I have a balance of just £6.56p left.
5 PM CHECKED ANSWER MACHINE MESSAGES - URGENT PHONE CALLS...GET TO LEWISHAM HOSPITAL, IMMEDIATELY...BECAUSE MUM'S HAD A TURN FOR THE WORSE
Constantly,when I was at Kingswood House doing the drawing/painting course; I was thinking about my critically ill mum lying back in her hospital bed...not moving/not eating/not drinking...each time she tried eating/drinking she would end up vomiting it all back up, again; they had given her an IV/Intavenous drip to make sure she was getting an intake of necessary fluids; but, then, I figured I don't need to go there, right now; because I had already made up my mind to go and visit seeing her during the evening...straight after the course.
Thus, it was a huge surprise to me that when I checked my answer phone to see if any messages had been left...; there were, at least, around 6 messages...I listened to around just 2 of these...all of which said the same thing...'go to Lewisham Hospital without any delay....because your mum has taken a turn for the worse.'
I could have tried taking bus...; but, then, that would mean having to 'wait'; then, wait, again. Wait to take a 68 bus from West Norwood down to Kings College Hospital...then, cross over the road and wait to take a 185. Alternatively, take a 322 bus from West Norwood up to Crystal Palace; then, cross over the road and wait to take a 122 bus to get there. I thought either way is going to be far too 'slow'.
Thus, I decided it might be far quicker to take bike...I rode straight off towards the corner of West Norwood cemetary...Robson Road...going in a straight line....; eventually, I saw a P4 bus...which I read on the front goes over to Lewisham Town Centre. Traffic was running really slow...as it's rush hour....quickly, I rode my bike ahead of the bus...towards the next bus stop...; there I chained up my bike onto the first lamp post I saw; and, then, got onto the P4 bus.
Next, I started thinking to myself...I don't even know where Lewisham Town Center is...; but, I do know that the 185 bus arrives directly outside of the hospital front gate. I asked the driver where can I get a 185...and, he said...at the cross roads...on the main street. So, I got off the bus at the very next bus stop...and, walked around the corner...where I patiently waited for the 185 to come. When the 185 came, I got on...must have been a 20 minute wait...; then, of course, most waiting along the bus journey itself to get there.
All the time, I'm thinking to myself what is going to happen when I arrive at the hospital...what does the term 'mum taken a turn for the worse' mean, exactly? A number of possibilities went through my mind...that she will be hooked up to more machines/with more tubes going into her/-etc. Or, the last possibility is, of course, the utterly unthinkable, 'death'. Quite naturally, I tried to hope only for the best...; and, tried to push out the thought of the worst ever happening.
When, eventually, I did arrive at the hospital. I ran across the road; and, through the entrance gate...I didn't bother inquiring at reception where she was...not wishing to waste any further precious time....because previously I'd been over to Oak's ward...where critical patients are held...needing to be monitored non stop 24 hours...and, therefore, assumed that's where she will, most likely remain.
The next problem, was Oak's ward is located on the 6th floor...; and, frankly, I'm nowhere near as fit as I used to be...when younger...which is when I used to climb up stairs, regularly. Of late, I've gone and done absolutely no stair climbing at all...as I live in a house...not in flats. I walked over to the lifts...where I stayed eagerly pressing the lifts button...only no lift came...; so, I continued pressing...still no lifts came...there were 2 lifts...and, apparently one of these was already out of order.
Eventually, I decided I've had quite enough of this foolishness...I will go climb up the staircase, instead. I found where the staircase was...and, climbed up 6 flights...going as fast as I possibly could...with my legs strength failing/and, also, being totally out of breath. At the top of the stairs...I decided to rest for a bit...just to allow my breathing to steady...so that when I entered the hospital ward I would be able to talk to them properly.
I pressed the ward enter button...and, when the door was released I entered into the ward; the first thing I encountered was the ward reception desk with the nurses all gently smiling at me. The next thing I encountered...where the visitors sit/wait...was two of my cousins: Sharon, and, her sister, June.
They both looked at me...with deeply sympathetic looks on their faces...and, even tried to rub my arm; but, frankly, I wasn't interested in any of that...I didn't come to the hospital to go see them; instead, I came there only to see my my mum. So, the first words that came out through my mouth were both impatient and loud: "Where's my mum?"
They said that neither of them had been allowed to see her, yet...; but, they are going to allow us to see her, later. In the mean time, we were asked to wait sitting inside of the reception area. By then I had already figured that something had gone extremely wrong....and, that most likely she had already died. I walked into the wrong ward...looking for where my mum was...I think, it was the 2nd bed on the left; however, I saw somebody else inside of the at bed; I looked all around the rest of the same ward...and, she wasn't there. So, I came back out, again...and, sat there waiting patiently. They asked me, do I want tea...no! Do I want to sit down, no! Do I wish to indulge in sympathetic talk, no! I'm not even interested in anything else; but, only seeing my mum.
Later on, two more cousins came...Millicent and Trevor. More talk.
Finally, they led us into the ward...; where we all sat down in chairs...observing the lifeless body...there she was lying back in bed/covered up apart from the head/neck section...not breathing, anymore...with her mouth wide open.
I really couldn't believe it....to find that this day had finally come...when my mum was no longer here. With no brothers/sisters to speak of...and, coming from a single parent family...I was, now, left all alone to fend for myself in this mean and vicious highly frightening world; a world where I as an autistic person do not trust anybody...that is, apart from my mum...who is, now, gone.
I made up my mind right then and there...to not let my feelings show too much...but, instead, to just simply bear it...then, when I'm alone I could more properly grieve by letting those feelings out.
I recall Trevor saying, 'she looks really peaceful'. There was some considerable truth to that statement. No more doctors/drugs/machines/drips/-etc. No more worrying will she get better or not; no more highly invasive 'tests'.
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My mum didn't want to come in to hospital to be treated by doctors; instead, she much preferred to treat herself...by telling me what medicines she needed: Belladonna plaster/Vicks/Drapoline Cream/Paracetamol/Surgical Spirit/Gaviscon/Imodium/Glucose Sweets/-etc.; however, in the last few weeks, I knew that situation could not last for too much longer...especially when she wasn't moving(I had to turn her)...nor eating/drinking, properly...instead, she would end up vomiting everything back up, again; it was then I felt I had no other choice left but to call the doctor in.
When the doctor came -Dr. Henna was her name/from Tulse Hill Medical Practice- she said from having witnessed seeing the situation herself...she honestly believes, in her own opinion, that my mum has just 1 or 2 weeks left to live. This came to me as 'total shock!' So either she dies here at home as is her wish/or, she dies in hospital where they will monitor her. I was advised to call in the family members...and, they can decide exactly what should happen, next; naturally, of course, the family all said...she needs to be taken in to hospital...where they can treat her, properly.
At first, my mum tried to fight it all the way...shouting, 'no, I don't want to go'...when they had moved her from the bed/and, strapped her into an ambulance chair...eventually, she quietened down; but, I myself knew she wasn't happy about it. Even when I saw her in hospital...she said she wasn't happy being there.
My aunt had said...when she was critically ill...
'If I go into hospital; then, I don't believe I will come back out, again.'
...when my mum said exactly the same thing...; just like it was difficult for me to let my aunt go/it was, equally, as difficult to let my mum go. In fact, I don't think I would have done it, in either case...not without the firm request of the family.
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Later on, inside of Lewisham Hospital we all went downstairs...to be further informed about what to do when people are bereaved.
- We were given a booklet...explaining who is to be contacted/-etc. How to obtain a Death Certificate which needs to be registered within 5 days of patients death.../to get in touch with funeral directors/offers of counselling services/and, so on.
Sharon offered that I should stay at her place for the night.
Eventually, both Trevor and Millicent drove off home.
Me, Sharon, and, her sister, June...left inside of Sharon's car. -(I wanted to go pick up my bike; but, June said, no; she needs to get back home...so she can get to go to work, tomorrow.)- We did briefly stop at my house to collect some dress items: t-shirt/underwear/socks. Oh, and, I also fed the cat; and, let her out.
We dropped off June/and, went over to Sharon's home. I spoke to her husband Geoff for a bit...talking about the loss.
I spent the night sleeping on Sharon's sofa...covered up in a blanket. But, frankly, I didn't get too much sleep...instead, I just felt extremely restless...being in a different location/and, through having just gone and lost my mum. Lots and lots to 'think' about...
Let cat in from the back garden; and, fed her.
This time she chose to stay in/and, not go back out, immediately, right away.
She, eventually, went back out close to 9 AM.
8:25 AM CHECKED MY CURRENT A/C BALANCE/JSA PAYMENT WENT THROUGH, SUCCESSFULLY
My JSA payment successfully went through.
8:30 AM PAID TALKTALK £80.00/(50+30)
https://www.talktalk.co.uk
My previous TalkTalk balance said £130.00 CR. I just made another online payment to them of £50+£30=£80; so, this means I now have a balance of £210.00 CR(balance confirmed online).
This means, I should have enough credit left to pay for the rest of this year: DEC19/and, also, for the next 6 months of 2020 (I owe £30.00 monthly/7 x 3 = 21).
Ultimately, I should like 1 year of TalkTalk monthly bills having been paid in advance; then, I wouldn't have to worry about having to go pay them until whenever next year comes: JAN/21. This means, I still have to pay them: (6 x 3 = 18) = £180.00.
8:55 AM CHECKED MY OYSTER TRAVEL CARD BALANCE: £51.90 CR
https://tfl.gov.uk
I signed into my TFL-Transport For London a/c. to check what the balance said.
All pre-payments I made have been successfully transferred onto the card; and, the current balance now says £51.90 CR.
I noted that I was charged just 70p for any 2 bus journeys...going along in the one same direction...as you are not charged for continuation of a journey...providing that both bus journeys take place under a certain specific amount of time.
70p is, in fact, the 'discount' applied charge; because I'm using a discounted Oyster travel card which lasts up until May when I will have to remember to renew the discount travel option at Streatham Job Centre, again.
9:12 AM TOPPED UP MY OYSTER TRAVEL CARD BALANCE: £20.00
I topped up my Oyster travel card balance with £20.00; the balance should now say £71.90 CR.
My idea is ultimately to leave an Oyster travel card balance of, at least, £100.00+; and, in this way I shouldn't need to have to worry about travelling using different forms of London transport, namely: bus/tube/train.
I now have the goal set to deposit a further £30.00, at least.
09:29 AM PAID CASHPLUS £22.00
Cashplus Telephone number: 0330 024 0924.
I paid Cashplus £22.00 (I wanted to pay £20/but, they insisted that the minimum payment is £22).
This leaves me with a balance still to pay off of: -£218.00 DR.
11:30 PM PAID CASHPLUS LOAN OFF IN FULL: £220.00
I had £220.00 in cash; and, so, I decided to completely pay off the Cashplus loan I'd taken out; thus, saving myself from having to pay £15.00 monthly in borrowing fee charges.
My CashPlus balance now says: £2.00 CR.
11:45-4 PM VISITED KINGSWOOD HOUSE FOR DULWICH PICTURE GALLERY ART SESSION
I decided to go and visit the DWP teaching session at Kingswood House...; we copied Rembrandt printouts.
The exercise was related to learning more about 'painting' techniques. Basically, instead, of choosing to go copy a whole entire painting; they decided, instead, to concentrate on just a part/small section of the painting...then, try your best to imitate that.
First, get some colours: red/blue/yellow(brownish yellow); and, then, try mixing colours to match whichever section of the painting we choose; also, name the colours...such as chin/hair/background/-etc.
Then, you go and do a small copy; and, at the end of the session we shared our paintings with others for further comments.
Because I have ADD/Attention Deficit Disorder...leading to a really low attention span; as usual, I went and did my own thing...rather than following what the others were doing in the group.
My idea was to simply draw the Rembrandt man I had chosen using paint; at first, my painted copy was meant to be 'loose'...and, then, gradually refine it more and more, later on. However, in reality, I discovered that the finer I tried to work...then, the more muddier and muddier my work became...thus, eventually, I stopped trying; and, just left it there. Drew on the back a 'female nude'; then, went and got some more paper to practice drawing Jesus Christ head/hand; on another paper I drew Christ head/and, Christ on the cross the other side. Finally, I gave away my drawings/painting to another Paxton Green Time Bank member called: Stella, I believe is her name; she seems to like collecting my artworks; and, has collected, at least, one drawing/painting I did way back.
NOTE: At the close of the session; I briefly saw my Aikido teacher appear...it must be evening class today, Wednesday. Anyway, I said a quick hello...; and, showed him some of my drawing/painting. But, I didn't stop to mention anything about why I'm not attending Aikido, anymore(which I, really and truly, miss going to quite beyond words).
CONCLUSION
I enjoyed the drawing/painting session using paint; but, quite honestly, I should have been in Lewisham hospital visiting my mum/and, also, asking the doctors a few questions, instead.
I will try and go there, now...; but, already, it's too late...the doctors are there from 10 AM-4 PM...and, the time now is 4:55 PM; so, I've actually gone and missed seeing them/or, being able to ask them anything.
16:58 PM CHECKED MY CURRENT A/C. BALANCE: £6.56p
I just went and checked my current a/c. balance using the phone...and, was not too happy to have to realise I have a balance of just £6.56p left.
5 PM CHECKED ANSWER MACHINE MESSAGES - URGENT PHONE CALLS...GET TO LEWISHAM HOSPITAL, IMMEDIATELY...BECAUSE MUM'S HAD A TURN FOR THE WORSE
Constantly,when I was at Kingswood House doing the drawing/painting course; I was thinking about my critically ill mum lying back in her hospital bed...not moving/not eating/not drinking...each time she tried eating/drinking she would end up vomiting it all back up, again; they had given her an IV/Intavenous drip to make sure she was getting an intake of necessary fluids; but, then, I figured I don't need to go there, right now; because I had already made up my mind to go and visit seeing her during the evening...straight after the course.
Thus, it was a huge surprise to me that when I checked my answer phone to see if any messages had been left...; there were, at least, around 6 messages...I listened to around just 2 of these...all of which said the same thing...'go to Lewisham Hospital without any delay....because your mum has taken a turn for the worse.'
I could have tried taking bus...; but, then, that would mean having to 'wait'; then, wait, again. Wait to take a 68 bus from West Norwood down to Kings College Hospital...then, cross over the road and wait to take a 185. Alternatively, take a 322 bus from West Norwood up to Crystal Palace; then, cross over the road and wait to take a 122 bus to get there. I thought either way is going to be far too 'slow'.
Thus, I decided it might be far quicker to take bike...I rode straight off towards the corner of West Norwood cemetary...Robson Road...going in a straight line....; eventually, I saw a P4 bus...which I read on the front goes over to Lewisham Town Centre. Traffic was running really slow...as it's rush hour....quickly, I rode my bike ahead of the bus...towards the next bus stop...; there I chained up my bike onto the first lamp post I saw; and, then, got onto the P4 bus.
Next, I started thinking to myself...I don't even know where Lewisham Town Center is...; but, I do know that the 185 bus arrives directly outside of the hospital front gate. I asked the driver where can I get a 185...and, he said...at the cross roads...on the main street. So, I got off the bus at the very next bus stop...and, walked around the corner...where I patiently waited for the 185 to come. When the 185 came, I got on...must have been a 20 minute wait...; then, of course, most waiting along the bus journey itself to get there.
All the time, I'm thinking to myself what is going to happen when I arrive at the hospital...what does the term 'mum taken a turn for the worse' mean, exactly? A number of possibilities went through my mind...that she will be hooked up to more machines/with more tubes going into her/-etc. Or, the last possibility is, of course, the utterly unthinkable, 'death'. Quite naturally, I tried to hope only for the best...; and, tried to push out the thought of the worst ever happening.
When, eventually, I did arrive at the hospital. I ran across the road; and, through the entrance gate...I didn't bother inquiring at reception where she was...not wishing to waste any further precious time....because previously I'd been over to Oak's ward...where critical patients are held...needing to be monitored non stop 24 hours...and, therefore, assumed that's where she will, most likely remain.
The next problem, was Oak's ward is located on the 6th floor...; and, frankly, I'm nowhere near as fit as I used to be...when younger...which is when I used to climb up stairs, regularly. Of late, I've gone and done absolutely no stair climbing at all...as I live in a house...not in flats. I walked over to the lifts...where I stayed eagerly pressing the lifts button...only no lift came...; so, I continued pressing...still no lifts came...there were 2 lifts...and, apparently one of these was already out of order.
Eventually, I decided I've had quite enough of this foolishness...I will go climb up the staircase, instead. I found where the staircase was...and, climbed up 6 flights...going as fast as I possibly could...with my legs strength failing/and, also, being totally out of breath. At the top of the stairs...I decided to rest for a bit...just to allow my breathing to steady...so that when I entered the hospital ward I would be able to talk to them properly.
I pressed the ward enter button...and, when the door was released I entered into the ward; the first thing I encountered was the ward reception desk with the nurses all gently smiling at me. The next thing I encountered...where the visitors sit/wait...was two of my cousins: Sharon, and, her sister, June.
They both looked at me...with deeply sympathetic looks on their faces...and, even tried to rub my arm; but, frankly, I wasn't interested in any of that...I didn't come to the hospital to go see them; instead, I came there only to see my my mum. So, the first words that came out through my mouth were both impatient and loud: "Where's my mum?"
They said that neither of them had been allowed to see her, yet...; but, they are going to allow us to see her, later. In the mean time, we were asked to wait sitting inside of the reception area. By then I had already figured that something had gone extremely wrong....and, that most likely she had already died. I walked into the wrong ward...looking for where my mum was...I think, it was the 2nd bed on the left; however, I saw somebody else inside of the at bed; I looked all around the rest of the same ward...and, she wasn't there. So, I came back out, again...and, sat there waiting patiently. They asked me, do I want tea...no! Do I want to sit down, no! Do I wish to indulge in sympathetic talk, no! I'm not even interested in anything else; but, only seeing my mum.
Later on, two more cousins came...Millicent and Trevor. More talk.
Finally, they led us into the ward...; where we all sat down in chairs...observing the lifeless body...there she was lying back in bed/covered up apart from the head/neck section...not breathing, anymore...with her mouth wide open.
I really couldn't believe it....to find that this day had finally come...when my mum was no longer here. With no brothers/sisters to speak of...and, coming from a single parent family...I was, now, left all alone to fend for myself in this mean and vicious highly frightening world; a world where I as an autistic person do not trust anybody...that is, apart from my mum...who is, now, gone.
I made up my mind right then and there...to not let my feelings show too much...but, instead, to just simply bear it...then, when I'm alone I could more properly grieve by letting those feelings out.
I recall Trevor saying, 'she looks really peaceful'. There was some considerable truth to that statement. No more doctors/drugs/machines/drips/-etc. No more worrying will she get better or not; no more highly invasive 'tests'.
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My mum didn't want to come in to hospital to be treated by doctors; instead, she much preferred to treat herself...by telling me what medicines she needed: Belladonna plaster/Vicks/Drapoline Cream/Paracetamol/Surgical Spirit/Gaviscon/Imodium/Glucose Sweets/-etc.; however, in the last few weeks, I knew that situation could not last for too much longer...especially when she wasn't moving(I had to turn her)...nor eating/drinking, properly...instead, she would end up vomiting everything back up, again; it was then I felt I had no other choice left but to call the doctor in.
When the doctor came -Dr. Henna was her name/from Tulse Hill Medical Practice- she said from having witnessed seeing the situation herself...she honestly believes, in her own opinion, that my mum has just 1 or 2 weeks left to live. This came to me as 'total shock!' So either she dies here at home as is her wish/or, she dies in hospital where they will monitor her. I was advised to call in the family members...and, they can decide exactly what should happen, next; naturally, of course, the family all said...she needs to be taken in to hospital...where they can treat her, properly.
At first, my mum tried to fight it all the way...shouting, 'no, I don't want to go'...when they had moved her from the bed/and, strapped her into an ambulance chair...eventually, she quietened down; but, I myself knew she wasn't happy about it. Even when I saw her in hospital...she said she wasn't happy being there.
My aunt had said...when she was critically ill...
'If I go into hospital; then, I don't believe I will come back out, again.'
...when my mum said exactly the same thing...; just like it was difficult for me to let my aunt go/it was, equally, as difficult to let my mum go. In fact, I don't think I would have done it, in either case...not without the firm request of the family.
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Later on, inside of Lewisham Hospital we all went downstairs...to be further informed about what to do when people are bereaved.
- We were given a booklet...explaining who is to be contacted/-etc. How to obtain a Death Certificate which needs to be registered within 5 days of patients death.../to get in touch with funeral directors/offers of counselling services/and, so on.
Sharon offered that I should stay at her place for the night.
Eventually, both Trevor and Millicent drove off home.
Me, Sharon, and, her sister, June...left inside of Sharon's car. -(I wanted to go pick up my bike; but, June said, no; she needs to get back home...so she can get to go to work, tomorrow.)- We did briefly stop at my house to collect some dress items: t-shirt/underwear/socks. Oh, and, I also fed the cat; and, let her out.
We dropped off June/and, went over to Sharon's home. I spoke to her husband Geoff for a bit...talking about the loss.
I spent the night sleeping on Sharon's sofa...covered up in a blanket. But, frankly, I didn't get too much sleep...instead, I just felt extremely restless...being in a different location/and, through having just gone and lost my mum. Lots and lots to 'think' about...
Tuesday, 26 November 2019
Tue 261119 Cashplus 2 x payments/JSA payment arriving tomorrow/Hospital called/Went hospital: 432, then, 122 bus/185, then, 68 back
6 AM AWOKE/LET CAT IN/FED HER
I awoke somewhere around 5:30 AM; then, I remembered to go let in the cat from the backgarden; at the same time, I gave her a packet of Whiskas liquid food. The dry food she doesn't seem to be interested in, anymore; because, I think, she want's something 'fresh'.
9 AM PHONED CASHPLUS/PAID £22.00 + £24.64 = £46.64
I knew I had missed this month's CashPlus iDraft loan monthly payment; thus, it was very important to call them, immediately on: 0330 024 0924.
I explained that I'm calling to...
- find out what is the current balance still owing? -£286.64 DR
- and, to make this months monthly payment £22.00 + £24.64 (the balance now says £240.00)
- also, I seem to have trouble accessing my a/c. online (they said they would send me a Key Code to arrive in 5/10 days time)
9:15 AM PHONED STREATHAM JOB CENTRE...BECAUSE BENEFIT MONEY NOT APPEARING ON MY CURRENT A/C.
I phoned Streatham job centre to explain that although I signed on last week; my benefits money did not come through...which it usually does on Tuesday.
However, I did miss Thursday's sign on...due my mother being extremely ill; and, therefore, did sign on the following day, Friday.
The reply I got back from the lady was...because you signed on 1 day late...therefore, your benefit money will turn up 1 day, later on, that is usual; but, she did check...and, it does appear that everything's gone through ok.
I told her I'll just simply wait until when tomorrow comes.
10:30 PM NURSE FROM LEWISHAM HOSPITAL CALLED
I got a phone call from Lewisham hospital...where the female nurse requested to know what medications my mother had been taking...
I simply grabbed 3 x draws...and, some other plastic holders...and, then, reeled off the list of contents I saw...I explained that I don't know if she takes either this or that, regularly; as she does entirely as she pleases...taking whatever when.
- Surgical Spirit
- Baby Oil
- Imodium
- Paracetamol 500 Mg
- Drapolene cream
- etc.
11 PM SHARON CALLED EXPLAINING THE NURSE AT THE HOSPITAL HAD TRIED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HER, FIRST
She explained to the nurse that called that she doesn't live with my mum; instead, I do...therefore, she gave the nurse my own phone number, instead.
Sharon said the nurse should have asked for my mum's doctor details...which she did not.
When I said my mum sometimes goes to see an alternative therapist, as well; Sharon said I should find the name/address of the surgery and also include it for the nurse.
She mentioned I should clear up the house; and, throw out the loads of unnecessary papers...because, potentially, it could prove to be a fire hazard.
She told me get in touch with the Electric company who owe my mum money for over-payment; and, get that money refunded to her.
She also said her sister, June, might be visiting the hospital, today.
And, basically, we left the conversation there.
4 PM TOOK 432 BUS TO CRYSTAL PALACE...; NEXT, TOOK 122 BUS TO LADYWELL
I walked up Ernest Avenue...to take a 432 bus to Crystal Palace. From Crystal Palace I crossed over the road...and, took a 122 bus to Ladywell. Got off at Ladywell station...and, walked over the bridge; then, right around the corner for around 200 or so yards...this led me straight towards Lewisham University Hospital.
My mum's bed has moved from Chesnut ward to Oak ward...which is for the severely ill, I'm afraid.
She still isn't keeping down any drink/food; and, keeps on vomiting it all back up, again; the end result of this which has been going on for weeks is she is weak/thin/frail; and, frankly, it scares me that she might well be at Death's door. She can hardly pick up a pen to see/or, write anything onto a piece of paper; and, has great difficulty adjusting her position in bed...somebody else has to move her.
The good thing about it is...at least, now, she has 24 hours supervision...and, by expert nurses/doctors; whereas, I could not be counted on to do this all alone by myself; also, there are people who wash/bathe her/and, take care of her bladder/bowel movements.
I'm sincerely hoping that the doctors will be able to find a way to treat her stomach complaint...which, last time, they suggested was due to a kidney infection. Because, until that it treated...; she will not be able to ingest anything without it coming straight back up, again; thus, she is likely to get even weaker and weaker still. However, they said the doctors are still in the process of doing tests.
I took a piece of paper...onto which I did a quick sketch of my mum lying there inside of her hospital bed...which I did not choose to take home; instead, I left it there...dated: 261119/signed with my initials: pmr. Furthermore, the paper had gotten wet...so, it was really weak...not working keeping.
I think, in all I must have stayed there around 1 hour or so long; then, I left to take the bus back home. This time I got a 185 bus...back to Kings College Hospital, Denmark Hill; crossed over the road, then, took the 68 back to West Norwood bus station.
I told the nurses at the desk that they've got the spelling of my mum's name all wrong; and, I wrote down on a piece of paper what is the right spelling; I also included my mum's birth date/address/phone number/-etc. I don't know that these 'temporary' nurses are going to do with that info. most probably lose it, I guess; thus, forcing me to go write all the of the same info. down, once more.
CONCLUSION
Whether my mum makes it out of hospital this time or not...; because she is, after all, aged 93+; therefore, I feel at some point I'm going to have to learn how to face life being all on my own; and, I admit I'm not really up to it...will need to count on family members/as well as, strangers to help me get through.
I awoke somewhere around 5:30 AM; then, I remembered to go let in the cat from the backgarden; at the same time, I gave her a packet of Whiskas liquid food. The dry food she doesn't seem to be interested in, anymore; because, I think, she want's something 'fresh'.
9 AM PHONED CASHPLUS/PAID £22.00 + £24.64 = £46.64
I knew I had missed this month's CashPlus iDraft loan monthly payment; thus, it was very important to call them, immediately on: 0330 024 0924.
I explained that I'm calling to...
- find out what is the current balance still owing? -£286.64 DR
- and, to make this months monthly payment £22.00 + £24.64 (the balance now says £240.00)
- also, I seem to have trouble accessing my a/c. online (they said they would send me a Key Code to arrive in 5/10 days time)
9:15 AM PHONED STREATHAM JOB CENTRE...BECAUSE BENEFIT MONEY NOT APPEARING ON MY CURRENT A/C.
I phoned Streatham job centre to explain that although I signed on last week; my benefits money did not come through...which it usually does on Tuesday.
However, I did miss Thursday's sign on...due my mother being extremely ill; and, therefore, did sign on the following day, Friday.
The reply I got back from the lady was...because you signed on 1 day late...therefore, your benefit money will turn up 1 day, later on, that is usual; but, she did check...and, it does appear that everything's gone through ok.
I told her I'll just simply wait until when tomorrow comes.
10:30 PM NURSE FROM LEWISHAM HOSPITAL CALLED
I got a phone call from Lewisham hospital...where the female nurse requested to know what medications my mother had been taking...
I simply grabbed 3 x draws...and, some other plastic holders...and, then, reeled off the list of contents I saw...I explained that I don't know if she takes either this or that, regularly; as she does entirely as she pleases...taking whatever when.
- Surgical Spirit
- Baby Oil
- Imodium
- Paracetamol 500 Mg
- Drapolene cream
- etc.
11 PM SHARON CALLED EXPLAINING THE NURSE AT THE HOSPITAL HAD TRIED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HER, FIRST
She explained to the nurse that called that she doesn't live with my mum; instead, I do...therefore, she gave the nurse my own phone number, instead.
Sharon said the nurse should have asked for my mum's doctor details...which she did not.
When I said my mum sometimes goes to see an alternative therapist, as well; Sharon said I should find the name/address of the surgery and also include it for the nurse.
She mentioned I should clear up the house; and, throw out the loads of unnecessary papers...because, potentially, it could prove to be a fire hazard.
She told me get in touch with the Electric company who owe my mum money for over-payment; and, get that money refunded to her.
She also said her sister, June, might be visiting the hospital, today.
And, basically, we left the conversation there.
4 PM TOOK 432 BUS TO CRYSTAL PALACE...; NEXT, TOOK 122 BUS TO LADYWELL
I walked up Ernest Avenue...to take a 432 bus to Crystal Palace. From Crystal Palace I crossed over the road...and, took a 122 bus to Ladywell. Got off at Ladywell station...and, walked over the bridge; then, right around the corner for around 200 or so yards...this led me straight towards Lewisham University Hospital.
My mum's bed has moved from Chesnut ward to Oak ward...which is for the severely ill, I'm afraid.
She still isn't keeping down any drink/food; and, keeps on vomiting it all back up, again; the end result of this which has been going on for weeks is she is weak/thin/frail; and, frankly, it scares me that she might well be at Death's door. She can hardly pick up a pen to see/or, write anything onto a piece of paper; and, has great difficulty adjusting her position in bed...somebody else has to move her.
The good thing about it is...at least, now, she has 24 hours supervision...and, by expert nurses/doctors; whereas, I could not be counted on to do this all alone by myself; also, there are people who wash/bathe her/and, take care of her bladder/bowel movements.
I'm sincerely hoping that the doctors will be able to find a way to treat her stomach complaint...which, last time, they suggested was due to a kidney infection. Because, until that it treated...; she will not be able to ingest anything without it coming straight back up, again; thus, she is likely to get even weaker and weaker still. However, they said the doctors are still in the process of doing tests.
I took a piece of paper...onto which I did a quick sketch of my mum lying there inside of her hospital bed...which I did not choose to take home; instead, I left it there...dated: 261119/signed with my initials: pmr. Furthermore, the paper had gotten wet...so, it was really weak...not working keeping.
I think, in all I must have stayed there around 1 hour or so long; then, I left to take the bus back home. This time I got a 185 bus...back to Kings College Hospital, Denmark Hill; crossed over the road, then, took the 68 back to West Norwood bus station.
I told the nurses at the desk that they've got the spelling of my mum's name all wrong; and, I wrote down on a piece of paper what is the right spelling; I also included my mum's birth date/address/phone number/-etc. I don't know that these 'temporary' nurses are going to do with that info. most probably lose it, I guess; thus, forcing me to go write all the of the same info. down, once more.
CONCLUSION
Whether my mum makes it out of hospital this time or not...; because she is, after all, aged 93+; therefore, I feel at some point I'm going to have to learn how to face life being all on my own; and, I admit I'm not really up to it...will need to count on family members/as well as, strangers to help me get through.
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