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Waiting on the NDIS...

I had my planning meeting about five weeks ago now. I've heard a variety of reports about how long it takes to process submitted plans. Anything from one month or six months. I guess the more complex ones will take the longest.

Mine isn't complex. The things I have asked for are care and upkeep of Harlem who is part of my core needs (this would include food, insurance etc.). I've asked for funding for a gardener and a cleaner (gardener fortnightly, cleaner weekly). Also, a personal trainer - that is, someone to come to the gym with me to assist me in using the facilities (machines etc.). Also that my Mobility Allowance be continued under the NDIS (the Commonwealth is discontinuing the payment through the disability pension).

So, it's fairly straightforward.

I'm really wanting to get into a gym. If the funding for this is approved, it would make a big difference in my health and fitness. As the money has to be used or it will not be continued in the next plan, there will be that extra motivation to use it.

Getting a cleaner in would be such a relief, too. We really struggle with the wet areas in our house. I can't see enough to be sure they're properly clean and Dave just can't do the job properly because of physical constrictions (arthritis).

I have to wonder though how long the Government will be able to sustain the NDIS. It is a lot bigger than anyone expected it to be. I can see it being restricted to only the dire cases. Something like a more stringent individual application process might be implemented with, say, high needs (e.g. quadriplegics needing to replace electric wheelchairs and that sort of thing) taking priority.

I'm not checking the mail desperately at this point, but there is mild sense of anticipation rising. Only very mild, though.

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