Well still managing to stay on lower dose of Tramadol using Morphine instead which seems to be more effective than original meds. That's great! Low mood has improved as getting some sleep on a night. I was feeling quite optimistic about pain clinic and hopeful of better days. Then ESA form drops through the door NIGHTMARE 😰😱😟 All the questions proof needed meds listed is a chore but I get necessary.
I do not get how lifting a empty box has anything to do with depression!? Is " no I can't because I do not feel like it because I am depressed" an answer!? I feel like the Q asked are a bit daft!? Does anyone else? I filled it in honesty and fully.
I bet I get called in for a assessment then stress out waiting for the report. The whole thing is awful stressful and upsetting. I hear horror stories of people getting lied about and i cannot relax until it is done. I used to worked in sales selling to businesses to a target THIS is far more stressful.
Why !? Why should the process make us feel so crap and pick apart our inability to do thing's we used to do. Where is the compassion? Any understanding or actual kindness? Why does it feel like a battle trying to live with a disability or chronic illness or pain as well as live on a low income that we have to practically beg for and cannot be relied upon for any real time. The whole thing makes me so angry not just for myself but for other vulnerable people. Anyone have any stories or thoughts to share?