davidgillon: Illo of Oracle in her manual chair in long white dress with short red hair and glasses (wheelchair)

My trip North was decidedly mixed. I got over to Rochester station okay, in fact the taxi was at my front door before I got it closed - he said he was passing my road as the call went out - and had time to do a couple of things I wanted and still catch the train before the one I had planned on. First negative hit 5 minutes outside of Rochester, I was reading my Kindle and suddenly felt travel-sick. A quick bit of experimentation confirmed head-down=travel-sick and escalating neck pain, head-up=fine. Fortunately I'd packed a collar (in one of the underseat bags[personal profile] kaberett

  recommends, though I was too cheap to buy an actual Black Box), first chance I've had to use it and definitely worthwhile. Thankfully the collar mostly solved the travel-sickness and neckache+headache (and a couple of ibuprofen fixed the rest), though not being able to bend my head forward made reading slightly more of an issue. I suspected it was an issue last time I caught a train, though I was hoping that was purely down to it being a Pendolino on the West Coast Main Line, which is a tilting design, but this time it was the Kent Coast Line and the East Coast Main Line and non-tilting Javelins and 225s. So looks like that may now be a thing - the wheelchair tech pooh-poohed the idea I needed a headrest, not happy to be proved right! (Though fortunately it's limited circumstances where it applies).

The transfer from St Pancras to Kings Cross was fine and I was chatting away for a while with the guy doing passenger assistance, which may have been responsible for him announcing, when he'd been off and found the guard, "Change of plans, we're putting you in First Class" - fine by me, I'll force myself to suffer people trying to ply me with free food and drink. The chicken caesar wrap was tasty, but more wrap than anything, the white wine was very nice and I'd have had a second glass if they'd offered it before York rather than after, given I was getting off at Darlington in 20 minutes.

And it was Darlington where things went very wrong, They got me off the train fine and I was sitting waiting for the 15:54 Bishop Auckland train when I overheard the platform staff taking a message that there were major signal problems at Middlesbrough, which is where the Bishop train comes from. The woman who was doing the passenger assistance came straight over and repeated the bits I'd heard, plus that it might be 18:30 before they got anything moving. They waited 30 minutes, then made the decision to put everyone in taxis, which was about 25 of us. If they'd asked I'd have pointed out I can transfer and that the chair dismantles, but they didn't and a wheelchair taxi quickly turned up. Assuming they'd want to squeeze the maximum number of people aboard I stayed in the chair (plus I'd not travelled in the chair by road before and there was a novelty value). I wish I hadn't, it was worse even than the Pendolino, not helped by there only being one front clamp for the chair, which the driver didn't bother with. I spent the journey with my foot tucked under the seat in front to stop the chair tipping backwards every time he accelerated. I'll pass in future.

But for all that I was only about 45 minutes late, and that included pushing from the station to home as there was no point trying to ring for a taxi when they were likely all half-way to Darlington with the people who'd been waiting at Bishop!

Hopefully the return trip will be smoother!
 


Grumble...

Jan. 31st, 2015 12:37 am
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
Ugh, 40 minute drive (<15 miles!) to get to outpatient appoinment at minor hospital ('Sittingbourne Memorial') re the pancreatitis/gall bladder thing. I've not actually been to Sittingbourne before, but it's straight up the A2, so I assumed would be a reasonable drive, as the A2 is a major fast road. Not once you get halfway there it isn't. Speed-limits changing every couple of hundred metres, speed cameras everywhere, and it drops down to a narrow, potholed mess. I can't comfortably drive for more than about 20-30 minutes (which is what the journey should have taken), and my neck was Not Happy. When I finally got there the parking is even worse than at the main hospital (which is only 10 minutes from my house and which I pretty much passed on the way) and I eventually had to park on a street half a mile away to find a space and the cold today was enough to make every muscle just Seize. And then the appointment was in and out in 5 minutes, they basically just wanted my signature on the form saying 'Yes, for god's sake yank the sucker out'. Took the motorway back rather than subject myself to the A2 again, pushes the distance up, but a much more comfortable and quicker drive.

Spent the afternoon wearing my collar as a result (and sleeping) and my neck is much happier now.

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