Friday 13th! DP keeps saying that 13 is his lucky number as it was my house number when we met
. I don't feel we have been very lucky as a couple though, what with him being retired from work aged 37!
DP has had rheumatoid arthritis since he was 19. He was stubborn and refused to take any medication for it, meaning that for 15 years it was untreated and it got worse and worse until now, where he is in constant pain and can't walk without crutches. Stupid pride!
Has anyone been through the appeal process? I want to know what questions they might ask so I can prepare him.
It is a strange situation to be in. Since last June, when his consultant told him that it wasn't going to get better and there was no magical operation that would give him back his mobility, I have had to be positive for us both. Every day I tell him how great he is; remind of all the things he can still do; encourage him to try and do new things. Now I'm doing a 180 and reinforcing what he CANNOT do because I don't want him to tell the tribunal panel that he copes with the pain just fine and is really happy about being able to spend all this time with his family while other men his age are out working.
I am dreading Friday. I am so tired (posting here because I can't sleep).
I don't think I even care about the decision that's made on Friday anymore. It's sitting there in front of that panel that terrifies me and DP's reaction to another refusal. I keep telling him that we've done all we can do now; the additional evidence has been submitted and the only thing left is to answer their questions on Friday. Whatever they say we will have to accept as final. He is adamant we will win and that frightens me. I am not looking forward to another bout of depression and having to bolster him up again.
Last Monday we had a disagreement with a neighbour over her friends using our drive when they visit
. She's a nasty piece of work. She shouted at DP that he was only 'hobbling about on sticks' in order to claim Incapacity Benefit. I sway from worrying about this appeal to fantasising about kicking her bloody teeth in.
This is too long already. Could type so much more though...