Remind me not to slag Dave off - okay he's a self-centred so and so
and he has his nasty moments when he's in a bad mood (see my other
post-he's been in one every morning this week apart from Friday) but
no way would he ever do that. The one time I couldn't do anything due
to a badly sprained knee, he did everything even the supermarket! (You
have to understand Dave hates supermarkets. I wouldn't say it's my
favourite thing but I am pretty good at working my way round and I
like finding something new or thinking "That looks nice- we can have
that for dinner tomorrow" or finding a bargain. Dave, bless, sets out
for supermarkets with the theory I am extravagant in extreme and he
can get better stuff cheaper  then panics throws things into his
trolley -my dad was the same when my mum was ill he spent three times
what he should have and left mum dragging herself to the shops as we
didn't have enough food for the week. Dave when I sprained my knee
came back with his purchases and I inspected them and said "Ace, We
have vegetables for the next week but only enough meat for two
days...but you did bring a 6-pack of Pieroni back so that's okay". The
only time I have ever taken him to a supermarket was where we used to
live, they had a sandwich bar or as I called it "Dave's crèche" so I
could plonk him in there with a coffee and a sandwich, do the shopping
then retrieve him to help carry it back- it's horses for courses in
our house normally, Dave considers supermarket or any sort of domestic
shopping as marginally less bad than the dentist but he does keep the
house spick and span whereas I am a fully paid up member of the
Quentin Crisp school of domestic management- wonder if we'll ever get
back to those glorious days?)

Okay he has his faults but when the brown stuff hits the rotating
blades he is there for me  and come May he's been there for me for 30
years..okay he's not brilliant at the verbal stuff when my best friend
died, I was sitting there sobbing and he didn't say a word until he
burst into tears (Mick was his friend as well) and said how much he
hated seeing me so sad and didn't know what to say to make it better

Reminds me of a conversation I had with two friends Tasha and Kathryn.
Kathryn was talking about how her ex husband would go pay rent/do
shopping/pay bills etc but although he was a nice guy he was
congenitally unable to walk past a betting shop without having a
flutter using said rent/food/bill money so sometimes if he got lucky
things would get paid but the trouble was if he had a win he would
feel "lucky" and put it all on the next horse so nine times out of ten
they'd be facing eviction/having the power cut off/hungry etc and when
she suggested it was a problem he would insist no, he just needed the
one big win and all their problems would be solved

Tasha then talked about her ex-husband. Sweet as they come until he
had a few drinks, which he again seemed to be unable to congenitally
resist then he'd accuse her of having an affair, lock her in the
house, steal her wages (to spend on more booze) and she lost two
babies as a result of his violence -he threw her downstairs the first
time and kicked her in the stomach for an hour or so the second time-
she'll never be able to have children as a result. ..(.I feel a bit
sorry for her, we lost touch due to a falling out..partly my fault but
I would have apologised but she would not have it but I gather she
married another "dream guy" who from what I hear isn't violent but
he's a control freak who meets her from work so she can't go out with
friends or anything he doesn't approve of- Dave doesn't mind he knows
I am not going to do anything nor would he can't even laugh at the
idea of his having an affair he just snaps "You know I'm not like
that!" and bless him I know I can trust him)

After listening to them I went home. Dave was watching telly with
Isis(RB) on his lap and he said "Nice evening?" and I gave him a big
kiss and he said "What's that for?" and I said "Because there's a lot
worse than you out there"

I sometimes think I am too hard on him- he's not perfect but then who
is? I'm not

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

A friend of ours over here was sent to be assessed .Well she arrived
at the place and found the office was on the 3rd floor and there was
no lift as she uses a chair this posed a bit of a stickler....

No problem- they said, we can carry your chair up the stairs! She
pointed out that was a bit undignified and recieved a sigh and rolled
eyes followed by "If it worries you that much you can always hold your
skirt down"

She then pointed out that her next consideration was she was not
prepared to be carried by untrained people, it would be dangerous for
them and dangerous for her as she has severe osteoporosis and could
suffer very badly if dropped so they basically told her that if she
would not submit to being carried then it would count as a "no show"
and she would have her benefit stopped. She wheeled herself out and
straight to her MP but she had to live off her savings for 3 months
while it
was sorted and said afterwards, she was glad she had savings but what
would happen to people who needed that money for their day to day
living?

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

The doctors I was sent to when I applied for SSDI were using borrowed office
space.  (At local medical offices)  They didn't impress me all that much
either.

One thing in particular I didn't like, they didn't list their names in the
letters that told me to show up for appointments and they didn't introduce
themselves.  I'm quite sure there are security issues involved and that
there are applicants they really don't ever want to see again as long as
they live, but still.

I insisted on asking both of them for their names and for a business card
for my records.

The count backwards from seven is a standard test.  Not really for
depression but for general mental functioning.  There would have been
several other Alzheimer's screening tests as well.

Jo