Fortunately, I don’t think it was injured.
That’s been about the highlight of my day. I told TG that when she returned this afternoon (she’s opening a show today), I would have done some reading and organized my notes. Um. Haven’t, exactly, and there’s about an hour to go. Have done other things, like e-mailing the solicitors who are handling my personal injury case (the bus injury – almost a year later, the case continues – in fact it’s barely started) and sorting out some paperwork. It’s truly amazing how things that make one (OK, me) horribly anxious most of the time are a darn sight easier than starting work. I think it’s the enormous reading list, as well as the effort involved in ‘breaking in’ my studying muscles again (especially in a brand new subject that I don’t know all that well yet), that’s making me a bit ‘wah’. I’m sure I’ll get over it. On the couple of occasions I’ve made it to the British library, it’s gone well. I just need to find a place I can work successfully. Possibly one where they serve tea. Or maybe the local pub (which is more accessible than any of my local coffee places, amusingly).
The planning for Move To Leeds 2008 carries on apace. On Wednesday we take my wheelchair to the place in Hertfordshire where they’re converting it to the powered-wheel system. I get it back the following Monday. So I shall be getting around exclusively by car for the rest of this week. Meanwhile, Camden Social Services (*spit*) have promised to let me know by the end of this week when their assessment of my care needs/support hours will be. That’s going to be fun – I need to persuade them to bump me up from 10 hours a week to something closer to 30. And they aren’t going to like it. And I have some knowledge of the law to fall back on. Hah.
Talking of support hours, I have a dreadful lack of PA at the moment. This has caused me to go without antidepressants for about a week, as I couldn’t leave the house to stock up. It occurs to me that this should *never* be the case (especially after the terrible mess that were Friday and Saturday as a result). Neither should I be unable to eat properly – I’ve not had lunch because I don’t really have anything, although I’ll probably scrape up some pasta in a minute, but I haven’t had fruit or vegetables for about a week, and we’ve been living on takeaways while TG is massively busy with the show… Well, it’s all evidence to throw at the Council From Hell and tell them that this situation should not be arising.
And talking of PAs, I’m off to ring my last hope for cover for this week. Let’s hope she can do some hours and I can have a life. Would be nice.