A slight .. mishap.
For the record .. don’t ever trust your local Job Centre or DWP with anything. Anything at all!
Especially the New Enterprise Allowance.
Unfortunately they screwed up .. expecting people to be dishonest the whole time.
They pulled me in and I had to be assessed .. only what they didn’t know was what they had been informed about I had already informed them of.
Then they was rude.
Then they lied three times.
Then five days into being self employed using their own scheme .. they pulled it!
Except I’ve not long come back from .. my daughters who had been attacked by her husband and my four grandchildren along with my daughter are all in danger. Even though the perpetrator is behind bars .. court case 18th January 2018 expected to get ten years then deported.
But others are piling in with witness intimidation.
So I have to move there .. to help them and protect them as there is no one else.
Plus try and get this business going I’ve been planning for years.
But the Job Centre, DWP and Local Council of Enfield just lead me into a trap ..
Except I was half expecting it anyway.
So after being surrounded with social workers and victim support and police .. I come back home start packing everything I have and then get told I’m being stabbed in the back ..
A few hours later I feel a familiar feeling .. worse than it had been before .. so I grab my BLOOD PRESSURE MONITOR. After the reading above I ring 111 asking for to get my pulse down to stop the pain in my chest .. next thing I know I’m being tested and then they notice in sweating .. a lot. Hallelujah! Finally after ten years someone sees this in the world of medicine! Something is then sprayed under my tongue .. given .. gas .. see .. stuff, nitrous oxide mix I think?
Then I’m strapped into an ambulance bed in the back of an ambulance for the first time in my life. Then the ambulance moves .. and I suddenly remember .. my motion problem!! I’m now panicking and I look at the paramedic and say ‘uh-oh!’ and explain.
I’m put in a seat so I can see out the windscreen .. it helps .. a bit.
Gas-gas-gas and then REAL gas-gas-gas .. hoping one or both will take my mind off things.
Three ECG’s later I’m currently in the waiting room .. at North Middlesex Hospital. Feeling better but don’t want this recurring. I want to go, I want a cigarette, I’m dying for a drink, I’ve no money and my Land Rover feels a million miles away from where I am sitting at 12.30am.