I have been dreading this appointment all night, I slept with the light on all night.
Went shopping with mum, talked about how I should actually show how I am not coping by cancelling appointments. How she is going to demand I go on support group, and being the fighting force she always is.
When we come home I check my mobile, I get a message from my fellow blogging friend, and a missed phone call from Maximus.
So I ask mum to ring, I was too panicked to do so and I’m not a big fan of phones.
She rings up for me, getting the receptionist who always seems to have a bug crawled up her arse. Telling my mum in her miserable tone that Mr. Loverman Shabba is off sick.
That’s okay with us, he was spreading his germs for the last few weeks and mum wanted more time to prepare for attack.
But then by some miracle, our postman is not the most reliable of people in the world. We receive a letter from Maximus, and how I know is that they use second class stamps and by the font used.
Anyway, I guess they have started up the useless WRAG groups again for ESA claimants next Wednesday at 2pm. Oh yay, I’m having confidence classes again and being told everything is about that and not mental health.
God I am not looking forward to it, it’s being run by the miserable receptionist. So I guess it is going to drag, as well as propaganda being forced down our throats in a stern manner. Yay?
Other news though, i received another email from my MP’s caseworker, who asked for my full address. I don’t what is happening, but that has to be something right?
So now i just need to get motivation to read all your wonderful blogs, reblog, and print the SAR form off to send to the DWP.
It might take me a while to read and reblog, but I promise I will try my best.