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Sleep Clinic

Published July 5, 2019 by helentastic67

 

Sleep Clinic

A few months before Christmas, I had an appointment for a specialist clinic. It was the sleep clinic.

Never have two words put a greater fear into me. Well not fear perhaps, that’s exaggerating slightly, but still I sleep, I just sleep at the wrong times and I’ve just made it work and I don’t want to change.

The doctor told me he’d book me into the sleep clinic for a sleep-over. I was concerned I had sleep apnoea. (it’s not only when you snore, but when you stop breathing) I woke with my throat, glands in my neck and nose feeling kinda weird, sore and dry, plus a dream or two where I’ve felt like someone was choking me. So, sleep clinic good.

The doctor told me he wouldn’t get me in before Christmas, but maybe before Easter, which gives you an idea how much of a waiting list there was and also how he didn’t think I was going to be at a rick of dying before he would book me in. So, all was good.

Until, I got a call early December, they had a cancellation before Christmas, did I want to come in Early?

FYI: ALWAYS SAY YES!

So, I was booked in about a week before Christmas. I parked my laptop, took my overnight bag with my PJ’s and my toothbrush, my dinner and off I went. I caught the tram from my door and the extra baggage was pretty hardcore pulling me off balance, but nearly took me.

 

Land of Funding

Published October 8, 2018 by helentastic67

Land of funding

Land of Funding

People may wonder how I’ve had my disability for 12 years, yet have not qualified for funding before the NDIS kicked in a few years ago.

NDIS is coming

Well, if I were to do it justice, I could write a book or this blog would be about nothing but ‘how the system failed me.’ But however, I don’t want to issue you all with warnings to go hide your razor blades or pills or any other dangerous self-harming implements’ (in America I guess that includes guns!)

Self Harm

So, allow me to do an abridged version. Ok, I’ll try.

If I was diagnosed early, say under twenty years of age, bingo. There would be FUNDING.

Under 20

If I was a mangled ‘thing’ in a nursing home under forty years old. BIG FUNDING.

Under 40

If I’d been in a car accident, even if I was off my face on drugs and smashed (drunk), I’d have TAC funding.

Car accident

That and all of the above means, I might not even need carers, I might be able to drive still, but I would have so much money I could get new computers, smart phones, iPads, Playstations (is that the gadget these days?) every other year and no one would stop me.

new equipment

However, I had to do it the hard way. When do I not?

After my treatment and the ‘fall-out’ that gave me my disability. Maybe because I was maintaining life independently and didn’t spend time as an inpatient in rehab, learning how to walk and talk (not complaining. Just stating facts) I started ringing around to see how this world I now had to navigate worked.

Navigate the new world 1

I rang DHS (Department of Human Services) they do Case Management, but are so overrun, they outsourced to other agencies and businesses that they then find.

DHS

I was given two names that I followed up. The first sounded reliable, but had a huge waiting list. I rode them like a kid on a bicycle. I rang so much staff turned over and eventually I was given short-term Case Management to achieve some goals.

I’m sure I mentioned how GOAL AND OUTCOME DRIVEN the land of funding is.

Goal and Outcome

Because apparently, anything less is not worth doing. Please not sarcasm.

I digress. I have dealt with two different Case Management companies (they say they are organisations but they work on a business model “to make money”) so they are companies.

Make money

The first I had an Advocate and made a complaint to the Disability Commissioners office. Case Management companies literally can sign you up, give you the ‘YES, YES, YES’ go back to the office and never speak to you again.

Yes

Both companies always said “YES, YES, YES” we will do an application for an ISP (Individual Support Package) and it never fucking happened. One company gave me the excuse that they are rarely fucked. It’s not good enough reason not to do one though is it?

I really could go on and on about this topic and Helen’s lack thereof, but it is likely almost enough now.

I guess also that the system failed me because while there were whispers of the impending upcoming NDIS, everyone thought it would solve my problems. It was painted as a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. So, everyone let me wait.

Problem solver

So, I’ve struggled, I’ve had to move house four times since my diagnosis, not always because next was outrageously high or lack of decent housemates not wanting to deal with shitty, stressful housemate drama anymore or even that I’ve used every dollar I had on renting and much from my father and lastly is the constant reminder from others, who don’t have any money issues or funding issues, trying to give me their opinions on the thing, the thing, the thing and the thing, when they really know not a God damn thing about it.

Dad money

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