Ive been lucky to have had private healthcare, they're the ones that send the in depth reports. Then letters for work and HR detailing everything, including prognosis, reviews every so often, letters stating new things.
My DH has a unique filing system which involves a pile, when about to topple it gets decanted all over the bloody place.
My GP is on holiday this week, so she's looking to write a new report. But I was really ill last week, before that I'd say barely aware of anything, then today when I hoped things would pick up, other things have flared, I have multiple health issues. Spent most of this morning trying not to be sick or pass out from pain.
There's no way around it, I acknowledge that it's going to delay things, but today is pretty much a write off, which will undoubtedly piss off DH.
Yesterday I was really unwell and in emotional turmoil. Thankfully my DB came and talked to me. He knows how unwell I am and how my family either ignore me because I had the amazing career, amazing house, if I'd worked DH likes to remind me that we'd be even higher up the social scale. Those that don't ignore me, are very stiff upper lip, my parents are quite old, so in there Day there wasn't these handouts you got on with it. But in truth from a 70's/80's childhood, I was forever running things round to neighbours in need. The street would get together to get meals to those who couldn't do such things, they'd help with housework, they'd hand down clothes and stuff needed when it wasn't needed. You didn't have appliances on driveways, as the neighbour in need got an upgrade.
I cried on the front yesterday, thinking an irate car driver was a neighbour, it wasn't. But we barely talk to our neighbours, an example there's no milk, I wouldn't ask for a drop, that would be social suicide for DH. Plus the lifestyle he and the children have, they'd pretty much think I was a cheeky cow. New cars, children always smart etc.
I have a pound to get some milk, or I could split it and get less milk plus a paper that's 50p. I can't move though.
We sought help from various services when we moved, so they have a few adaptations here and there that aren't that obvious. I think I mentioned before, I didn't even get a SW assess me for DP it was an admin assistant who thought a lot of herself. Everything asked for help wise, was pretty much negated, like say cleaning, well you have a dishwasher, your son can do vacuuming. In a few years your daughter can do more. Firstly they're children not slaves and it's not their fault I'm unwell, secondly, DS would empty the DW or Hoover if he could do it via his phone or tablet. Both help as much as I want them too, but they shouldn't have too.
The latest council tax bill that said oh 'x' is going towards social care. The bloody irony, when I've seen on forums people who get DP and it's purely for leisure not existence. But I wasn't even granted it for leisure purposes. Tried and failed badly as the one thing I could enjoy if things weren't so crap, it was suggested I look for a volunteer. Why should someone do it for free if they could get paid.
Carers Allowance is a joke, my one sister who could help a bit, already gets CA for her DC. So she doesn't need too, if I'm that bad maybe I should go in a home. I'd happily go into a workhouse to alleviate the burden from everyone round me.
I think you're right, I did some phone thing, the PIP forms came 10 days later, giving you 2 weeks to gather evidence as they said they won't ask your GP or Consultant, that's my job. Plus this form is crazy. Part of me knows filling it in will be me admitting how bad things have got, which is upsetting it itself.
I'm so sorry to sound so moany and whiney. Hand on heart I get nothing much from DP. He's moaning that I have to have washes in my w/c by the sink, it's been 6 months since I got in the bath. But whilst he can lift me, he can't hold me and help me manoeuvre my legs. It's always a big thing because he has to brace himself if I collapse. A wetroom would be a luxury but DH is looking towards his next house.
How can anyone fill in a form like that in such a crazy short time? I can't get my head around it. I can't get my head round the supposed millions on ESA & PIP. I do know how how, I used to go on FB groups years back, they sung about this website where you could get second hand aids like crutches, so it looks like you use them. My W/C looks like it's being held together with a prayer
The same website has generic phrases guaranteed to get you points and stuff like that. That's a rant for another time.