Finally!

Apr. 15th, 2013 10:22 pm
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I got a letter from ODSP today telling me that my file has been adjudicated and I have been found to be a person with a disability under somesuch act from 1997.

This means no hearing and no more pleading my case.

Not that the fight is over yet. I still have to convince them I'm poor enough to get it, that there's no secret trust fund stashed away, but I'm not too worried about that. Just more stinkin' forms to fill out and a few months for it all to get processed.

Still, I'm thrilled that at least I'm done with the hardest part. Yay!

**

My visit to Toronto Rehab wasn't as bad as I thought, ice pellats falling from the sky aside. The doc was super nice and I'm enrolled in their summer program where I'll learn about energy conservation, relaxation memory strategies and other useful coping skills for fibromyalgia. There's also a heated pool exercise component, which sounds great. I'll need to buy a swimsuit, I guess.

I'm on my way!
veganhothead: (George Suspects Bullshit)
I finally have my intake interview for the Toronto Fibromyalgia Rehab...thing tomorrow. Naturally, it's the coldest day of the week, complete with ice pellets falling from the sky like tiny bullets, shooting holes in my progress (I miss being a good writer) as I walk ten or fifteen minutes from the nearest bus stop after a not too pleasant or speedy commute.

I don't recall how to do a cut here so I'll just bitch, feel free to skip this part.

Who the hell builds a rehab center for people suffering from pain and EXHAUSTION out in the freakin' boonies (at least to me, I'm now a downtown girl through and through), FIVE BLOCKS away from the nearest bus stop? WE'RE BUSTING OUR FEEBLE ARSES TRYING TO FEEL BETTER AND THEY'RE MAKING IT VERY, VERY DIFFICULT! GRRRR!

And why are they making me come all the way out there for a freakin' interview? What could they have not done over the damn phone? I just may be in a foul enough mood tomorrow to ask that question.

After all the nonsense I had to go through just to get the damn referal and the intake forms, this had better be worth it.

Tomorrow's Glee had better be really good.
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It was a busy weekend...for me.

On Saturday I took part in the march down Spadina for National Anti-Fur Day. I think this was the first demo I'd been to in over a year. Afterwards I lunched with Helen and Ken and Ken's expecting wife. It was pleasant considering all the hurt feelings on Helen's end.

Then on Sunday I met Rob's -ex brother-in-law along with Myles (the nephew) and Maddy (who I haven't seen in over three years). We hung out in Chinatown for Chinese New Year and eventually ended up in Kensington Market. Maddy is going through a shy and awkward phase (but in all fairness she's twelve and face it, she barely knows me anymore). Also pleasant and involved much walking through deep snow and slush.

Of course, I was in agony all Monday and I'm still not back to what I've come to know as normal.

For the good of my health, on the advice of a book I read on the advice of sleep doc, I'm phasing out caffeine, chocolate, white flour (which I more or less already have given up...in theory), aything deep fried...alcohol. Essentially, everything that was making my life tolerable.

My forehead is all broken out and I'm back to my mega-doses and vitamin C and now magnesium.

I really hope this shit starts to work soon. I really, really miss being interesting.

**

My nana is going to have to go to a home as the docs have agreed she's too sick to take care of herself. That should be an interesting battle.
veganhothead: (stoned)
Well, shit.

Yeah, I knew it would happen but I kind of hoped it wouldn't, not that I thought that he would marry me (or that he even should). But he was the last man on Earth that made me feel anything warm and gooey.

Also, a conversation with my dad:

Dad: So how are you, little daughter?

Me: Tired.

Dad: Why?

Me: Because I have chronic fatigue syndrome.

Dad: I thought they fixed that...

Me:...no, there is no cure.

Dad: Oh.


Bloody hell old man, did you READ the damn info sheet I gave you and mom at all? I'm guessing he glanced at it and then got distracted by a documentary about WW II fighter jets. I really don't know why I even bother.

It seems every hope I have these days is false hope.

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