Sadly, annoyingly since my last post on the ridiculously high cost of rent for deplorable living conditions in London, I have had to go to hospital.
Turns out I have bronchitis, sinusitis and a fever. No wonder I feel like crap. I mean, I feel like crap most days thanks to fibromyalgia, but this is an exaggerated kinda crap. My head is so heavy and my body is so weak. Think fibromyalgia magnified. It’s been weeks of trying to fight this off at the height of winter, with a broken window & no heating.
Today I juiced a glass full of spinach, carrots, celery, apples with some extra ginger and lemon; had some honey and lemon and told myself I’d be alright. But even with doing all we can to manage our chronic health problems, sometimes it’s simply out of our hands when external factors work against us.
Don’t matter that I eat healthy, juice fruit & veg, consume lots of ginger and healthy foods daily, when the cold draft has been hitting my head since I moved in.
By early afternoon, I could barely walk straight as the room swayed around me. On the phone, the doctor was consumed on hearing my rattling cough, and sent me stright off to hospital. The doctor there was most empathetic too and shocked at my living conditions which led to this decline in my health.
“Why don’t you just move?” he asked. I had to explain the unfortunate cycles of rent here. A deposit & rent advance will cost £1000+. Unless you’re well off, moving months apart is virtually impossible and not affordable.
I will of course forward my medical notes to the lettings agency that’s failed to repair the broken window in my room, letting the cold wind in every night. They never respond, but as always I will email and post a hard copy to them.
This is the unfortunate plight of tenants in London, who must rent from unscrupulous lettings agencies and landlords. They expect us to fork out every last pence for appalling living conditions and virtually no service. In other words, we pay them to sit on their backsides all day, while our health suffer.
I’m a little bit worried as we are expecting another cold snap next week in London
I’m too exhausted to be mad. However hope dwindles, there is always a little smidgeon of it lingering on that even the longest rope has an end.
Now, back to my bucketload of medication and Vicks Vapour Rub.
Hope you’re well, and fighting on.
Gentle hugs 🙂