DLA appeal
Yesterday, I had a tribunal hearing for my appeal on the decision to not receive disability living allowance. Coming so soon after my arrival back in Britain, I really had not looked at the paperwork sent me much, due to jet lag and the normal brain fog which so frequently envelopes me. I had the chance when I woke up at 2:30 with a headache that morning, so after getting rid of the headache, I looked at the papers, made a few notes, and proceeded to try and make myself tired enough to get some sleep beforehand.
Well, I never did get back to sleep. I lay down at 2, with Adrian scheduled to come home a little after 2:30 (pm) to pick me up and take me down, and had a little sleep then - maybe 20 minutes. Hence, I was pretty tired when I went down.
They asked me a million questions. The appeal had to go on what I was like when I applied - back in March. I couldn't use how I was feeling now, which made it very difficult. I couldn't really remember how I was back in March, since my memory really is that bad. When it was over and I left for them to discuss their decision, I felt like I had been put through a wringer. I was shaking, I could hardly walk, I was emotional. In the end, they decided to award me a small amount for care; nothing for the mobility section. I would have preferred the mobility section, as that's how I get free bussing and maybe a blue badge as well. I have more trouble getting around than I ever did looking after myself, although I do have trouble cooking - the reason for their decision.
Anyway, I came home, had a nice chat with a good friend, and went to bed. At 6. I was feeling awful, stomach-ache and just exhausted. I actually managed to sleep through the night, waking at 5:30. now I'm feeling a lot more human.
Well, I never did get back to sleep. I lay down at 2, with Adrian scheduled to come home a little after 2:30 (pm) to pick me up and take me down, and had a little sleep then - maybe 20 minutes. Hence, I was pretty tired when I went down.
They asked me a million questions. The appeal had to go on what I was like when I applied - back in March. I couldn't use how I was feeling now, which made it very difficult. I couldn't really remember how I was back in March, since my memory really is that bad. When it was over and I left for them to discuss their decision, I felt like I had been put through a wringer. I was shaking, I could hardly walk, I was emotional. In the end, they decided to award me a small amount for care; nothing for the mobility section. I would have preferred the mobility section, as that's how I get free bussing and maybe a blue badge as well. I have more trouble getting around than I ever did looking after myself, although I do have trouble cooking - the reason for their decision.
Anyway, I came home, had a nice chat with a good friend, and went to bed. At 6. I was feeling awful, stomach-ache and just exhausted. I actually managed to sleep through the night, waking at 5:30. now I'm feeling a lot more human.