25th November, 2025: Saint Catherine Of Alexandria.
It’s officially official: I now have a new CPAP machine, a new Continuous Positive Air Pressure Machine.
But, lord, I had to jump through hoops to get it!
I actually got up early, to get to Basildon Hospital, where I was supposed to take the old one.
For what — when I made the appointment — was put to me as a check-up on the machine: an MOT, if you will.
So, once I’d posted yesterday’s Teaser, got myself showered and dressed, I headed out for the nearest bus-stop: as — from what I’d understood — the #9 to Basildon was due to arrive at 9·10am.
Headed out at 8·40am.
Turns out I got to the stop way too early.
As the bus was due to leave at 9·25.
So … ?
As the stop’s near Brentwood station, I thought “I’ll take the train: the website said it’ll be quicker than, and there’ll be toilets, if needed.”
Oh, boy!
So you know?
The Brentwood to Basildon train trip means travelling from Brentwood Station to Romford, changing at Romford Station to get to Upminster, then taking the train from Upminster Station to Basildon.
Then getting a bus from Basildon Station to the hospital!
Needless to say, the relevant platforms are on the other side of each station.
And the toilets at Romford — which I needed both ways! — are on a third.
I missed the first train to Upminster as a result of that.
And had to wait for the next one.
The net result?
Was that I got Basildon Hospital around 11·00 … and got to the clinic about fifteen minutes later.
Those fifteen minutes?
Included a brief stop at the hospital’s Cashier’s Office.
Where, in theory, I could claim the fares back.
Except I couldn’t … as I had no proof I’m on benefits!
Once I was at what’s now called the Sleep and Ventilation clinic?
There was a wait: of about two hours.
You possibly wouldn’t believe how slowly those went: nor how uncomfortable waiting room chairs are!
But … ?
Once that wait was done?
The old machine was traded in for the new one in double quick time: and instructions for maintaining the kit — washing the mask and hoses, use of the humidifying chamber, what have you — I headed home.
Which took a while!
I got home at around the 3·45 mark: and had just enough cash to buy a snack, and feel just a touch … disgruntled.
Partly at the length of time the wait took me at the hospital: although the receptionist, nurse and machine-issuing doctor, were great.
But mostly because of the time the trip took: and the cost.
The cost of the train ticket was far more than I was expecting … but was something I was expecting to be able to claim back from the hospital.
Basildon’s been running a scheme that lets benefit claimants claim a refund for many years.
But it wasn’t until I spoke to the cashier that I realised I needed proof I was on benefits to claim it.
Not realising this?
Or, at least, completely forgetting I’d been told this, the last time I went to Basildon Hospital, under my own steam?
Meant I didn’t have any.
What made me feel even sillier … ?
Was when the cashier asked me if I could access my online benefits journal* … on my phone …
Which, of course, I didn’t: as I usually do so on my desktop.
The screen’s bigger.
I’m …
Well …
Let’s just say that yesterday was a learning experience.
A time consuming, expensive, learning experience … !
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