FFS

Posted bymeadandreaPosted inLive your best life
FFS!

Three things bug me and make me mutter the famous three words, FFS, under my breath –  the courier company Hermes, the Waze Sat Nav we use and the way Rheumatologists measure and monitor disease activity in people with AS.

Let’s start with Hermes.  I mostly shop online.  In fact, I can’t remember the last time I bought an item of clothing or anything else from a shop other than Sainsbury’s.  I’m fortunate to be a bog-standard size, so most clothes I order fit.  I’ve no problem with DPD; Yodel has improved somewhat. I know the Amazon man by name, but Hermes, OMG, they are terrible.

During the COVID months, Hermes came up with the idea that they would photograph your parcel in your doorway as proof it had been delivered, so no signing was needed.  This is all good if it’s your bloody doorway; it mostly isn’t.  You then spend the rest of the day checking all your neighbours’ front doors to find the red one in your photo and locate your parcel.

Yes, their automated text service works.

“Your parcel will be delivered today between 2.17pm and 3.17pm.”

You plan your day around this useful information to ensure you’re home, but your parcel doesn’t arrive within its time slot.   It’s useless trying to call them as you get a “bot” giving you the same information as is on the parcel tracking app.  At about 6pm, you receive another message to say, “We tried to deliver your parcel, but you weren’t home”.  YES, I BLOODY WELL WAS, WE’RE IN LOCKDOWN, and then you go through the whole rigmarole again the next day. 

I’m also amazed at how dishevelled the parcel is when it arrives. What the hell do they do with them?  I ordered a pair of shoes from Next. After 3 failed delivery attempts on 3 consecutive days, all of which I was home, Hermes informed me they had lost my package!  The Next store reimbursed me, and the following day, it turned up, photographed on MY doorstep in the most bashed-up box I’d ever seen.  Remarkably, the shoes had survived and ended up being free!!

Moving on, why the Sat Nav, I hear you ask.  Waze works. It’s a great app, and as we split our time between Hampshire and Cornwall, we use it a lot!  It’s brilliant around London and the Home Counties, but in Cornwall, it’s debatable.  Jamie and I travel around Cornwall a good deal as we’re trying to complete the Cornish section of the southwest coastal path, as it plays a part in the book I’m writing.  Most of the 8 or 9 sections we have left are the furthest away from our cottage in St Agnes, and you’d be amazed at how innovative the Sat Nav gets at finding “the best route”.  Best for who, a car or a tractor?”.

I don’t like “little” roads, but our Sat Nav absolutely loves them.  Jamie does, too, so I’m outnumbered.  The A30 is the main road through Cornwall, but in the Summer, it’s a nightmare, so alternative routes need to be found, and our Sat Nav thinks it’s a genius at this.

Many roads are barely a car width wide even though they’re two-way.  You have to be able to reverse, sometimes for long distances, to find somewhere where you can squeeze past the Horse Box or Camper van coming the other way!  In the Summer, you often have something behind you, too, so the reversing gets more complex.  This is after the stand-off of who’s going to reverse first.  As I regularly explain to Jamie and our Sat Nav, how is this quicker than negotiating the traffic on the A30! The Cornish (and Jamie) also know the width of their cars, but you’d be surprised at how many people (including me) don’t, which makes the whole experience even more traumatic.  To make matters worse, our car has sensors which beep if something gets within a foot of bodywork, including the hedge, so you have that to contend with, too!  Beep, beep, beep, bloody beep, FFS, there’s a tractor approaching.

Sometimes, my heart sinks even further.  “Turn right” instructs the Sat Nav, and once you’ve committed, there’s no turning back.  The road is actually green; yes, grass is growing in the middle. There are no passing places, and 2 miles on, you meet Hermes coming the other way!

Finally, my last FFS.  Like many people, I haven’t seen my consultant face to face since before Covid.  We have chats on the phone, but it’s not the same.  I’m not alone; most people in my situation are in the same boat.  I’ve several ongoing issues which are being investigated, but I do feel like I’ve been left to my own devices; hopefully, that will improve over time.

With Ankylosing Spondylitis, a scale is used to measure the pain and disease activity called the Bath Indices.  It’s quite complex, but basically, it consists of several questions, and, as the patient, you provide a number between 1 and 10 (1 being no pain or restriction in movement and 10 being the maximum pain and discomfort).  I’ve never understood how this can help.  Surely, everyone copes with and feels pain differently.  Me giving a score of 5 might be a 7 for someone else or a 3.  Anyway, during our last telephone consultation, the time came.

Mrs Mead, can you tell me on a scale of 1-10 and then the questions start.  I was obviously feeling flippant, and the FFS words came to mind.

Me: “1, 2, 1, 3, 2, 1, 1,1,1, 2”

Perhaps I inadvertently gave the impression that I was in no pain, as I haven’t heard from my Rheumatologist since.  That’ll teach me 😊

Until next time xx

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2 thoughts on “FFS”

  1. Interesting my delivery problem is Amazon as have 10 different guys most who believe the porch is OK in a block of flats available to everyone.

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