Fuming

I just tracked down the indecipherable phone message that was waiting when I got home to my GP's surgery. Apparently Wheelchair Services have refused to give me an assessment as 'you ticked the box for using it three days a week or less'. What I actually said to the GP was 'I don't know how much I'll use it, if it makes enough of a difference to let me get back to work it could be every day, but I just don't know.' She was the one who decided to tick the three days a week or less box. This is why tick-box exercises don't work for disability (as Atos repeatedly demonstrate).

Due to the family situation meaning I need to head back North as soon as possible I had to say I couldn't sort it out by asking for another appointment with the GP to rehash it, but I need to go back to the GPs to pick up a repeat prescription, so I'll probably drop off a letter asking her to resubmit the form with 7 days a week checked, and possibly include a covering note explaining exactly why I need specialist seating advice, and ask her to include it.

Grrr! *headdesk*

Sleeep. Need Sleeeeepppp.

I'm not sure this coming home to get a rest from family trauma over Dad's stroke is working.

So many damned errands to run, without any time to handle being stressed by them.

Still need to sort out train back North, pick up repeat prescription, work through a fortnight's mail, do something about wheelchair assessment problem, and probably other stuff I'm forgetting, all by Wednesday, then catch train North on Thursday and the trauma starts again.

I think I'm going to try and nap now, which inevitably means my mother or sister will ring as soon as I doze off.