Good afternoon folks.
Very late reporting - woke on 8.1. Nipped down in the lift to pick up the paper, greeted my neighbour Joe, who was just coming in with a bit of shopping. We got into lift, which is where we spent 2 hours stuck between floors. The alarm system didn’t seem to working, other residents noted our plight, and made calls, eventually somebody was told to call the fire service. So Fireman Sam and his friends got the door open, but there wasn’t enough room to get out.
Next plan, open up the motor cupboard and hand crank the lift downwards, which worked. So we escaped. I went straight outside for a vape. Then the firemen carried my wheelchair upstairs (not with me in it) and then two hunky firemen carried me, plus Guardian, upstairs to reunite me with the chair. Not very dignified.
Don’t let anybody tell you stress doesn’t affect BG. I tested when I got back and scored 20.1. Hadn’t taken my morning Levemir before the expedition for the paper, mind. And it was a good job I went to the loo before I went.
I had planned to go down into the village this afternoon, for a few odds and ends, but I’m completely housebound again. That is annoying. And I can’t make a grocery delivery order, I can’t expect a delivery driver to run up and downstairs with crates of shopping.
**** Saturday. By sheer coincidence, Jane from the Housing Association phoned with a questionnaire about satisfaction living here. After a few “very satisfied” answers, we hit the lift, where I spent half the morning. After profuse apologies, I did reassure her that it had never happened to me before, so it was a whole new experience. And I did add, “Aye, but I bet you’ve never been carried upstairs in your PJs and dressing gown by two hunky firemen”. I think she’s probably still laughing.
Right, I’m off for a shave, beard trim and shower, start the day over, and see if I can switch into normal.
