…or the nightmare that you have to go through to get support for a mentally handicapped child.
Frodo had his fifth joint assessement yesterday…and the result? A date for his sixth joint assessment sometime in April. *sigh*
Going into detail would probably make me more explosive than Vesuvius-on-crack again. At one point, I wanted to scream and run out of the room. We got precisely nowhere again. So we’re going ahead with the statement tribunal to see if that puts a rocket under someone.
It’s all about money. Frodo needs full time 0ne-to-one support and the question no one will answer is: Who is going to pay for it?
So in the meantime, Frodo gets ten minutes a week from the inclusion service, SENISS and that’s it. The Ent and I came home, sorted the hobbits and then both passed out from emotional exhaustion. Then this morning my kidney kicked off. Stress factor 9 for both of us, I think *sigh*
Going away now to make tea and calm down.