Just when I foolishly thought life was starting to settle down, school stuff calming down, no new referrals to Hosp departments we don't already know intimately ....today I actually stopped for coffee with a friend when out shopping!
BANG!
I come home from said coffee/shopping trip to find letter saying we have got to re-apply for the DLA.
Can't they just undertand she has a LIFE-LIMITING CONDITION! She will not suddenly learn to walk/talk/feed/dress/read/write/learn astrophysics/insert ridiculous idea here.
She is profoundly disabled. She will always need complete round the clock care.
The issue will not be to fight for the DLA. The problem is that I have to spell it all out again and depress myself completely doing it.
Right, rant over.