This sorry saga just keeps on getting better. The woman came yesterday to do the assessment for having mobility priority which she awarded but not without imparting the information that we are not likely to be given a bungalow, but would stand more chance of a flat. The reason for no bungalow? I'm too young!
You can stop laughing now, Alan may be able to qualify us as he is 60 in November, also yesterday I was told that the wheelchair would be November/December. That is a long time to wait, it will be nearly two years then since I have been able to leave the house without a patient ambulance and attendants.
So, to sum up, I have got medical priority which is not worth the paper it is printed on because under 60 is too young and the letter states I must also consider flats [which would mean no dog [not an option]], the only option in this situation is mutual exchange but you have to register separately for that, a form is allegedly on the way that will need filling in and returning.
The form arrived and is not helpful, it states that an adapted house [which this is classed as because of a few handrails] cannot be exchanged and if it could, it takes 6-8 weeks to be listed!
You know, despite being told by all the MS professionals that I will not be short of helpers both physically and whatever I need, it would seem that any way they try to help the associated departments don't want to know, never mind make a special effort. I feel surrounded by brick walls that no-one, it seems, can be bothered to help me take down. Maybe it is my fault because I don't complain enough but that is the way I am, the glass is always half full.
I phoned the physiotherapist to tell her about the wheelchair and she rang me back to say they have agreed to loan me one until mine is ready. That was very nice of them but it is an only transit chair that needs someone to push it all the time, and so being non-electric Alan can't take me anywhere. I went out last Friday night using an adapted for wheelchair taxi there and back, with my friend meeting me at the restaurant to take the pushing over when I arrived and Alan meeting the taxi when I got home. All went well apart from my heel kept getting stuck behind the footplate, and the journey to the meal was all down hill, the driver had positioned me facing backwards instead of sideways, every time he braked the chair tipped backwards. So by the time we got to the town centre I was doing a good a brilliant wheelie movement and my right shoe was on the floor. Coming home the driver was obviously more experienced and placed the wheelchair with its back to the door, so no wheelies on the way home, but I still managed to lose my right shoe! [Fun & Games, Fun & Games]
The meal itself was wonderful as usual, although the waiter was rather taken aback when I ordered the fish without any pasta. I still could only eat two-thirds of it, after all I needed to have some room for the chocolate cheesecake!
Back in the real world, we have put bids in for three bungalows but I have noticed that the details on website do now state that preference will be given to people with mobility priority, which was not on any previous properties. The only problem with that is they are in areas we don't want to live in, but they do have an age restriction of 40+. So hope springs eternal.
