You can't fix what was born to break...
WOW! Finally some good news in this cherry topped shitsundea of my life. I WON MY APPEAL! Physical descriptors scored at 19 - a little different to the 0 I scored from the private 'doctor'. The threshold for what I am in reciept of is 10... Which just goes to show what a sham the National Health Service in the UK is!
Today I recieved a letter saying they owe me over a thousand pounds in back money, which gives me the security of now paying off all the bills I owe.
The defining point of this is that they cannot send me on some stupid assed scheme to turn me into a statistical figure of someone they 'rehabilitated'. I'm in no physical or mental condition for that to happen, brutal to myself, but truthful.
Mandy was texting me last night. She wants to go out again. Half way through texting her back, Stacie, one of my ex's sent me a message to see if I was out... she is 20, Mandy is 37... conundrum time again...
Just eat some king crab claws. Beautiful, but hard to eat with having no strength in hands and I now smell like the beach - and not in a pretty way!
Chuck is the best new TV series ever!! Plus Lisa the Gift Shop Girl from Scrubs is in it...