Forms

I hate forms.

Right, I am attempting to fill out a bus pass form... The stupid NHS has moved one of my weekly appointments from ten mins away over the hills...so it is now 60 mins away,by bus. Now, I could buy a student bus pass for £35 pounds but I am technically allowed a free one under disability grounds as I am not always wonderful at walking. However, for this I need proof that I am on high end DLA for mobility. I am on mid rate DLA because I have not contacted them in the last six months since my ability to put one foot in front of the other with out the use of silver sticks has rapidly declined......I am also eligable to apply due to my weird and wonderful learning disability but, again, I do not get the high rate DLA for my special learning needs as I instead get high rate for being mad (which I contest)

So, due to aforemention learning difficulity forms and i go not gel well. The little boxes are skittish flouncy things and I have a odd inability to ever write the information down correctly. There is no box for being a bit nuts, so I have the choice of sending it off with the incorrect DLA information but a cover letter fromn my CPN of giving up.

I only have to go to this ridiculous weekly appointment in the first place because some doctor I saw over a year ago though I was nuttier than a snickers bar and threw me headfirst into the depressing experience of group therapy. (which is a whole other matter, and I intend to discuss it at lenght some other time)

Oh. that was boring.

The two other girls have headed homewards today so it is only myself and my lovely male housemate occupying our living space. Contrary to many peoples opinion of us, we have just cleaned trhe house. We have also filled the fridge from beer and stuck crayon drawing on food on the box.

More about other things later, I am off to work.