Where do I start......?
Now I don't have copd but I care for my mum who does.
Maybe I am giving too much useless info here but here goes, let the rant begin.
I am 50 and have worked full time since I was 16, a nurse for nearly 22 years, and my last job as a crime scene investigator. I have had bouts of depression on and off for years., the latest resulted in me having to leave work and having nervous breakdown, probably made worse because of the stress of a few really nasty jobs with the police ( it wouldn't be appropriate to be too detailed ).
I finished work in 2010 and claimed ESA, and later was awarded DLA at lower rate, I was a mess, but at my first wca at atos deemed I was fit to work, ( they couldn't see me hiding and shaking under the stairs). Anyway, I appealed their decision with the help of citizens advice and won.
I since developed a condition called trigeminal neuralgia, which is incredibly painful, I call it face ache , but can be debilitating. I am still taking the anti depressants as I am still not 'right', I often wonder if a nervous breakdown does long term damage and I might never be 100% .
Since then, my mum has osteoporosis and copd, which has got markedly worse over 18 months, so I now need to care for her.
I had to have another wca on Monday at 11 o'clock. I got there at 10.45, at 12.30 I still hadn't been seen and the lady on reception asked if I wanted to go home and make another appointment. How tempting it was to bugger off, but I explained that I found someone to sit with my mum and it may not have been possible on another day.
I eventually saw a 'practitioner ' at about 1.15, by which time my nerves were shredded and I was get really miffed.
He was firing questions at me, not giving me the time to think and explain the way my illness affects my daily life, trick questions, the same question as before but worded differently, he looked at me like a was a liar and a piece of poo he had stood in.
I am so annoyed, but I am sure he will say I am fit to work.
I was a wreck by the time I got home.
Just because you can't see my illness doesn't mean I am faking it.
I am sick of the implication of being a lazy scrounger.
Sorry for the long winded moan