Yesterday, went to the Citizens Advice Bureau to ask them about my appeal for DLA. The nice lady there went through all the papers and medical reports and finally said that I didn’t really have much chance – the medical reports all said I wasn’t ill enough, and her experience of the local Appeal Board was that they were very tough.
Blimey. “And of course,” she added, “there is the political climate at the moment to consider…”
I could go to the appeal, she said, and argue my case. But it would mean spending an hour sitting in front of these highly sceptical people being grilled about my condition. Just sitting there, talking to this very sympathetic lady, was stressing me out and making my blood pressure rise; so I wouldn’t have much hope of surviving the Appeal hearing intact.
Blimey again. So I won’t be getting DLA. And thinking of the people I know who are getting DLA with health problems that are no worse than mine, is making me go all Daily Mailish.
Oh well, can’t be helped. So I’ll have to keep on working.
Merde.

We were given a lift into town and back by T. On the way back, he told us how he had had to take his elderly cat to the vets yesterday and watch him being put to sleep, and how he was going to have to throw out all the cat’s stuff when he got home. He started to cry about it.
Damm.

I’d gone out without breakfast – too tense to eat. And I hadn’t put on enough layers for the cold, biting wind. When I got back home, I felt extremely unwell, cold and tired. I curled up in front of the fire and tried doing a soduku puzzle and couldn’t make sense of it – a sure sign of not-wellness. And I still couldn’t get warm. So I went to bed, fully-dressed and with tons of blankets and duvets over me. After about an hour, I finally stopped feeling cold. After an afternnon in bed, I felt well enough to get up, but didn’t feel like doing anything for the rest of the evening. (Which is why I’m writing this entry now.)
Blaahhh.