That was an interesting day yesterday at my pip interview. I was asleep on the chair in their waiting room as appointments were running late, was not so much asleep but kept fighting to stay awake and focused as it is very hard on the meds that I am taking. Lady on reception was very concerned along with another interviewer as they could see that I was struggling fighting to stay conscious and gave me 🥃 of water. I flopped again and dropped it, same went for the next one, oh boy mes on their carpet as nodded off again spilt water everywhere.i was not aware that reception and another interviewer were watching me as well as a camera above.
After an hour I walked like a drunk person struggling all the way stopping several times on route to the interviewers room. She asked me to sit, not sure where but that was the first mistake as did not understand where she wanted me to sit, she changed the subject and seemed cross that I did not follow her instructions, so out of it I don’t know what she said Or follow her instructions as I am presently off my face on the pills that I am taking. She proceeded to ask me why was I there. To be honest yesterday I did not have a flipping clue so I hesitated and said you asked for me, I think that it was a mental health test. She asked if I knew where I was again, I replied in her roomed she asked why. I did not have much of a clue yesterday, guess that was not one of my better days.
She asked me where was my cell phone.Lost it yesterday briefly so answers that I did not know which was true. She said oh I have been trying to call you for a couple of days. Interesting I thought why as by then I forced myself to try and concentrate and my adrenaline was keeping me going.
She was in for an argument and wanted again to know why I did not answer my phone, it is like they expect me to answer if they call.
Then she asked how was my holiday, what holiday I thought, she said I looked well tanned.
Forgot that I had taken my daughter on holiday.
It has been sunny has it not I replied.
Ah well. She asked me about my conditions and how were the affecting me, did I use a bath aid toilet aid etc, told her yes, how did I wipe my back side etc, could I now bath with a bath aid. I told her three times I can only shower and slowly. She asked if I could make myself a meal in a microwave, my answer was. I cannot easily as presently having serious problems with left arm which is true after having a nasty seizure I have lost the use and waiting for neurology to see me today at 09:00,told her and showed her right hand and forearm are sore and she could see very swollen, cut on my head from a fall,
told her that cannot presently lift a saucepan or hold food to chop it up to cook, could I make a drink she asked, same answer cannot lift a kettle which is true. What did I drink was her reply, water from a special cup and eat with a spork when I have food. She asked who helped me,told her friends staying, and when friends are not here she asked, told her that I go without which is true as no delivery of meals on wheels here
she said food again,told her sausage rolls,talking of which I do honestly struggle and have nearly chocked ten times recently as the hernia is stopping me swallowing, explained this as well. She could clearly see that I was struggling!as my voice has almost gone as well.
Then she asked if I had been drinking, I knew what she was getting at, answer was I do not 🍷, cheeky nurse that she was. She did several cognitive tests all of which I genuinely failed as I am so drugged just now I was unable to comprehend what she was asking of me.
I also had a minor seizure in her room and had an accident wetting her chair. That did not go down well at all. She did not stop to let me clean myself up so sat on my own pee for 20 minutes.
She then asked how did I get here today, got a lift from friend, she asked why was friend not in the room with me. Do they need to be I have done nothing wrong I answered.How was I getting home she asked, I said she must call a lift for me.Do I use any social media groups she asked no was my reply. She repeated her self and asked Facebook twitter etc I replied no.She asked did I use the Internet, I said yes for email but struggle to type as double vision and make many typing mistakes because of this. I am sure that they check social media accounts but I do not use them so it’s ok.
Watch out if you post your pictures or videos on line I thought, they probably have an account on this website too.
Still sitting in my wet jeans and her chair soaked, I stood up as was in pain, used her desk for support and it took me three goes to stand, she could see that I had had an accident and asked if I used nappies or pad when I go out. Told her no I do. Or go out once again but the only places that I go to are the doctors, the hospital.She looked very surprised but it is true, how did I get food she asked in a stern disbelieving way, I said it is delivered to the door which again is true. Friend has it delivered for me and the guy who can see that I am in pain puts it away for me.it is on my bank statements paid K or A for food on a weekly basis also had those but she did not want to check them.
Again she asked if I went out to pubs, i again said NO, she then pressed again about social media and mentioned Facecrap, no again I answered. I told her again I do not use social media.
Thinking back to when I first went into the interview room, she was inter mating for me to pull the chair that I sat on beside hers so she could type on the pc and I could see what she was typing but I don’t have a clue what she said as I was concentrating on sitting down fast before I fell over.
Hope her room stinks this morning of pee as she would not let me leave. Luckily for me I had a spare pair of jeans and underwear with me and she actually asked what was in the bag so I tipped my things out including papers that I took of medical reports and clothes as they fell on her table.anyway she said she was not interested in the papers and would source them herself. Not worried all on file.
She is very lucky I did not strip off then and there and get changed. I would have done if it had been a guy as it was a closed room.
She later asked me to do an eye test, told her I can see but double vision,this is true and need larger print because of this, while I make excuses that it is a typing error on here sometimes the meds cause trouble with my vision even on large fonts. Must have corrected this posting thirty times or more, so many pills cause vision problems for me.
She could see all the way through the interview I was drifting in and out barely conscious as at one stage she offered me water, shIT I don’t know when as I was so out of it yesterday. Probably wrote in her report that I was on spice and acted like a zombie lol Another interviewer had been watching me on 🎥 and popped in asking if I was alright as she had seen me i the waiting room. Interested as they must watch on camera.
I do not recall half of the interview but they have my scripts and clearly can see what meds I am on, she was not interested in how sore I was but did ask where I sleep, told her on a bed 🛋 downstairs as unable to manage getting up the stairs.
Interview terminated after 90 minutes. They watched me struggling to get up and out of the 🚪 stopped three times to get to their main reception and door door trying to use the wall for balance, I was genuinely in pain. As I approached reception there were at least seven staff all sitting in the waiting area having a meeting, two of them that I had not seen before got up and asked me if i wanted to sit. Guess that they could clearly see I was staggering down the passage.
The large envelope I had with me in huge letters on it had call this number to get me home, they did my lift was outside.
As I left the building one of the ladies watched me go for the door and trying to get out as I could not find my way through the door with the interviewer closely watching me as well.
As I stepped onto the road the car directly outside, I was aware of being watch all the way into the 🚗.
PIP assessment second home visit
Rejected pip
Pip
PIP 2.
