Good news and bad news.
The good news is I have an appointment to see Mr. Loverman, on a day I can take my mum.
The bad news is that I was only told 5pm tonight via text message, and in my notes my ESA advisor wrote down in front of me on my profile thingy, that I have severe anxiety and cannot cope with the unexpected. Meaning sending me an appointment the day before is bad, and more than likely to make worry.
So now I am panicking, which if they had a job in worrying and panicking I would have the qualifications for, and be damn good at.
It’s already worrying to think this guy is going to ask me about going onto voluntarily work, and how it will be helpful.
Unaware that I actually don’t feel comfortable facing people at the moment in a customer based way, I would rather be in an office on my own getting on with things.
Or being able to do to a full day twice a week. I would rather do a few hours once a week or something, but I guess Iain Duncan Smith lordship of employment knows best. Right.
Then there is the worry of my good friend and fellow blogger @theyallhavewidescreentvs, who has a WCA next week and is now making me wonder when mine is coming.
Thank god my mum is coming again, and we’re going to be asking questions about things. Well mum is.
I’m going to take my barriers with me tomorrow for him to look at and sign, and I am finally going to post off my SAR form when we go shopping.
I will write tomorrow about what is happening, and keep you all up to date.