Hot off the Press

So, Monday. I can now confirm I have a cold, it’s the second this year, not happy at all. I guess, a week ago I found about four boxes of tissues in the cupboard and thought rather than suffer a lecture from mum when they had to be packed, I’ll just get a cold use all the tissues and go buy more! Had to do the crazy admin and phone calls to arrange disconnections and reconnection. Locked in removalists and a cleaner and growled at a few people to encourage funding to pay for things. In full packing mode and feeling like the worst case of OCD ever!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, had three lovely volunteers to help pack, it’s all coming together. Visit at the end of the day from Michael, who has helped me with my never-ending battle to empty my freezer and I gave him a two-course meal for dinner, all while still dealing with this cold.

Wednesday, I hope you caught my Foodie post? https://hellonwheelslifeonehanded.wordpress.com/2017/11/08/todays-lunch-8th-november-2017/

Thursday, I’ll just point out the last three nights (just give it to me) I’ve gotten to bed by 1am! Winning! Early start at 8am, to get out on the povo-trail. (Poverty: shit you do when you’re poor) my Josh was to get my first month’s rent. Tick! My bond, (still to happen) and I have $300 towards my removalist costs. To be continued. ……………

Friday, can’t believe I got here. My first service provider (where I get my carers from) has managed to inhibit my ability to be independent. Ironic since it’s one of their core-messages of why you would want to choose them. (anyway, I have no words to describe how I feel about this) I’ve requested carers twice this week and not had them provided. (I wonder who polices the Service Providers) Packing is coming together, even got out on Hellonwheels today and came home with six more boxes. So many things this week I’ve put into place only to ask for help to pay for my cleaner, or whatever and rather than come to the party I was given more work! Gggggrrrrrrrr………. Even given new information, would have been useful to have before I had to organise these things myself. I have organised everything for the move, including volunteers to help move some of the more delicate breakable things so I can make it easier for my removalists.

The first agency quarantined some of my funding thinking they would be providing most of my supports. As they started to struggle to do this, I moved some of those required services to the second agency but the first agency never released that funding making the other one, then two agencies run at a loss to keep me receiving services. Have I mentioned how I hate having a disability makes me a commodity? I’m feeling like I’m being milked, but under serviced. That just got weird didn’t it?

So, my last weekend at address 1/111 and there are not enough boxes still. Only a few more days until I move and I’ve started getting plants to go to their new homes and my bonsai to Mr Miyagi, to be re-potted. They will return once I’ve moved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Late Sunday night mum arrives and is pleasantly surprised how much is done and I’ve still got the damn cold! I’m coughing up a lung now so I’m far from thrilled. Let’s see how well the next week goes.

Cheers, H