The day of moving was a very stressful day and Elizabeth wanted to come with me.
The removal firm had taken all furniture the day before and I stayed with a friend that evening. Elizabeth was in her flat.
Next day I went round to the house to clear the very last possessions which I just about managed to fit in my car and some I had to take round to Elizabeth’s flat.
Elizabeth would not have been able to cope with this situation so I left her to rest in her flat going backwards and forwards taking possessions there as not everything would fit in my car.
It was so strange to see the house empty. This house I had lived in for many years and had improved it by building an extension for the kitchen and a loft conversion but there was nothing else I could really do except upgrade existing fittings.
I also had to pack some of Elizabeth’s possessions to take also.
At last the time came for us to start on our journey to the new area which is about three hours away from London.
Elizabeth was calm and I hoped she would like the new house and area.
I had not been happy in London for a long time so it was a sense of relief we were finally moving.
On arrival to the new house, Elizabeth liked it very much despite the fact the house had not been decorated for years and was really rundown. She also liked the new area.
We had to book in a guest house as there was a problem with money outstanding on meters by former tenants.
The house was piled high with boxes in every single room but I had been used to living in a mess back in London because the move took a long time to go through.
The guest house was lovely and they had birds and fish. Elizabeth has a fascination with birds particularly pigeons.
When we set off on our journey Elizabeth said “what about my pigeons”. She had named them all – all the birds that visited her balcony but we had put netting up because they made such a mess. I told her there would be lots of seagulls. At the guest house they had parrots and Elizabeth felt at home and liked the guest house.
After about four days we came to the house. I managed to get the electric and gas sorted and internet although this was not of good reception.
As priority we then registered with the GP surgery and I explained that Elizabeth was on a depot namely Clopixol and on 300mmg due to be reduced to 250mg. I presented the discharge note and letter detailing the reductions.
We were supposed to have an initial appointment with the GP but this was not forthcoming. I found myself having to phone more than once as I was concerned that the depot was due that week and wanted to make sure that this was in place. I honestly did not foresee any problems but unfortunately there was huge problem and Elizabeth was left without the depot for six days despite my attempts to get it in place.
The question is how could everything have gone so wrong when they had the discharge note and letter detailing reductions off the clopixol depot.
I will write more about this in my next blog as a warning to anyone who decides to move to a different area.