The Sunday Blog
22nd June 2014
It’s been one of those weeks. In particular, Thursday was hectic and Friday was stressful.
On Thursday I had a dentist appointment in Shropshire and then a hospital appointment in Liverpool. My parents took me back to Liverpool on the train and came along to the hospital with me.
I had to go for a x-ray before I saw the consultant and I am sorry to say that I didn’t take a selfie when I was in my sexy hospital gown. I know you are all super gutted to hear this. My x-ray looked fine, which has reassured me about my hip joint. It means that my pain issue is linked to my muscles and that I’m going to need physiotherapy to help it.
I have to go back to the hospital soon to see another consultant to talk about surgical options, and whether or not there is anything they can do at present. The problem is that I need a hip replacement but they won’t do it until I’m at least 40. So, I’m stuck in this situation where nobody knows how to help me.
On Friday I fell out with my letting agency over this…
This is the burglar alarm in my flat. When I arrived back in Liverpool on Thursday it was bleeping every 60 seconds to inform me that it needed its battery replacing. By the time I had been to the hospital, and out for a meal afterwards with my parents, it was too late to call the letting agency to get it fixed, and so I spent the night with a pillow over my head trying to block out the noise.
On the Friday morning, I called my letting agency who told me that they would get an engineer to contact me. Many hours later I hadn’t heard anything, and I was getting more annoyed with the beeping. A similar thing happened when I called them a few months ago when my electricity was playing up. Feeling like they hadn’t taken me seriously, again, my mum decided to ring up to speak to them.
Basically they told my mum that I hadn’t called them that morning and that there wasn’t a burglar alarm in my flat. I was fuming. Basically they had called me a liar to my own mother! I have evidence on my phone of the phone call I made and I’m 100% sure that the object in the image above is a burglar alarm. In fact, the panel beneath (which is difficult to read in the picture) reads “Intruder Alarm”.
I ended up ringing the letting agency again and shouting down the phone at them asking why they thought I would make up the fact that I had rang them that very morning, and make up that I had a burglar alarm. Their response was to hang up on me. Very mature of them. I calmed down a little and rang them back.
They said “Can’t you change the battery yourself?” as if it was as easy as changing a smoke alarm battery. The battery is the black box in the alarm. Yeah, it’s not like you can buy them from the corner shop. Plus, if you could, it’s all wired in. I’m not an electrician and I am certainly not going to put my life at risk playing with the electrics.
Fortunately the alarm stopped beeping once I had opened the box up. The alarm is now sitting all exposed, like in the photograph, because my letting agency refuse to do anything about it.
In better news, I got my results back for my second year of uni. They are as follows:
- Geomorphology and GIS (1st)
- Overseas Field Project (including the field trip to Spain) (1st)
- Globalisation and Development (1st)
- Environmental Systems and Human Impacts (2:1)
- Volcanoes, Earthquakes and Society (2:1)
I’m feeling pretty proud of myself as my average grade was 74% (1st). Although my goal was to achieve 5 1st grades this year I have to remember that this year has been difficult. Not in terms of the course but in terms of my deterioraing hip condition and dealing with extreme pain. It’s a wonder I passed anything at all, never mind getting a 1st overall.