So, still ropey but managed more nutrition yesterday and am aiming to up it again today if my stomach can take it. Here's hoping I get less ropey and more well. Cancer is such bloody hard work.
Today, however, I've had some top news. I'll try and keep it short, but it's me so who knows!
When I moved in here in December 2023 I did a meter read on my first day. Looking back I think/know I transcribed on number wrong because when I looked at it again the next month that particular number on the reading had increased by a lot. Say gone from 2 to 8 although of course I can't remember now. I could really see the difference because I have two meters, normal and night storage heating. I was surprised but my bill came through and it was all fine. I was of course forgetting that the bills were estimates because I'm a halfwit. This went on for the majority of the year but I stopped reading the meter because it's in an awkward place and with various ailments leading to where I am now it was too difficult for me to manage.
And then came either Decemeber of last year or January this year and I'd paid my monthly bill - always a more expensive in winter because that's the way these things work - and another bill came through for hundreds of pounds. Wait, what? I contacted my provider. Someone had come to read my meter and I'd been underpaying. Ouch. Thankfully, my provider has been bloody great. I'd read that they were but didn't believe it because most companies are arseholes. They were understanding, we changed some tariff stuff, I upped to just above a comfortable amount to pay by direct debit each month and they said it's fine to bring the bill down gradually, but of course going month to month with that much debt weighs on one.
Enter Snoop. She found a company/group/something or other who had a lot of money to help people with energy debt who'd got it from the government. There was a limited time to apply but I did and was hoping to get £250 to cut a hole in the debt. They called me today and thank heavens they did because of some miscommunication - them trying to contact Snoop in India (she's my feeble person's advocate - and they thought they didn't have the latest statement information from me. I both knew I'd sent it and also chemo brain told me that maybe I'd imagined it. The former was correct. The woman - who was lovely - found it and said she'd be back to me as soon as she could to let me know what was happening. ANYWAY! Within the next fortnight £400 will be paid into my outstanding debt which won't wipe it out but will get me as near as dammit to no debt. The relief is ENORMOUS! It's like an early birthday present (it's this weekend) and who knew this sort of thing was out there?!
So, that's my top news. The only fly in the ointment was that when she called back to let me know the good news my stomach decided to heave and I'm trying to talk to her whilst also heaving into a plastic bowl. Not pretty for the poor woman. Or me! Life is hard but this lovely grant has just made it a tiny bit easier. Huzzah for the people who've helped and huzzah for Snoop who digged around to find the information. I must have done something really good in a former life to deserve a friend like her.