Monday, May 14, 2018

Person Training...

I received my NDIS plan confirmation back in March. It's great - well nearly great...

I had asked to be completely self-managed, except adaptive tech, of course, because that will always require an assessment.

Anyway, for some reason I didn't get my core supports granted as self-managed, except for consumables.

That basically means that gardening, house cleaning, and person training all need to go through a NDIS registered service. I don't want to give up my gardener. Not only does he know exactly what we need, but he charges a very reasonable price.

As far as cleaners go, we have a great one at the moment, but he isn't NDIS registered. I'm claiming him under consumables and hoping my application for administrative review happens soon. I have to call them again today.

I think I've been able to find an NDIS registered personal trainer though, I'm going to have a chat with her later this week and see if we can work something out. I'd like to start with three 45 minute sessions a week to build my stamina. I am thinking that maybe the NDIS will only cover an hour a week, so I might have to pick up the slack there, but we'll see.

My main goals are to correct my posture and relieve pain that stems from sitting at a computer and leaning into the screen all day, as well as building stamina. I think weight loss is inevitable, which will be a bonus. I'm hoping to do weights to build some muscle (I'm pretty sure I don't have much, hahaha).

I'm also hoping this will help me sleep better and have more energy during the day. I'll keep y'all updated.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Mother's Day sucks...

Well, that's probably a bit too dramatic, but really, unless you're one of those mums whose family are big into Mother's Day, it's basically just a day of watching other mums show how much they are loved through cards and presents and outings.

Mother's Day for me now is kind of more a day to get through than a day to celebrate. I can only imagine what it would be like for a mother whose child had died, however long ago.

My complaints are small in comparison and honestly, I did think twice before posting this, I guess, though my experiences pale in comparison to others, they remain my experiences.

First there's that whole, will Erik acknowledge me on Mother's Day. He did the first year he was out, but then not last year. That would be fine except that he has no problem remembering Father's Day. That sucks.

Then there is that thing with me all but buying my own Mother's Day presents - and it's not all about the presents, I know, but still a little more effort on their part wouldn't go astray. That sucks.

Last, there is that thing where I'm currently feeling a bit resentful of the lack of support I'm receiving from the others sharing the house with me. I go to work every day, I get up at five, head out the door at six, and get back home at five. I'm out of the house eleven hours a day, and during those eleven hours bugger all usually happens. Most days I come home and the house is a mess. I spend my weekends cleaning and General Marshal-ing the rest of them to clean. I get the pouty, resentful glares because I ask them to help me.

I'm getting very, very over it. Luey probably pisses me off the most with his attitude. He recently argued with me that because he has to go to school and do homework, he shouldn't have to help clean the house. Yes, really. Bryn acts as if he's been sold into slavery. Ari has started to yell, 'It's not fair!'

Not fair?

I'm disappointed in Dave, too. He's not holding up his end. I get that he has pain from his knees and ankles, but he does nothing to combat that. I think he's even quit going to OT exercise - he's stopped mentioning them in any case. He doesn't attempt to lose weight, and he doesn't even want to consider a knee replacement or two even though that would more likely than not take away the pain in his knees. Basically, he is not willing to even try to be more supportive.

So, yeah on the whole Mother's Day sucks at the moment. Let's hope next year sees an improvement.

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Mid-week mumble...

Just checking in because I haven't posted in a little bit. Nothing much to report I guess, or maybe just nothing I think would be scintillating reading.

I had my contract renewed. So, that's another 12 months. Still not permanent, but I'll take 12 months over having to look for another job, just yet.

There was a really good NDIS advocacy job going, working on policy and working close with government. I guess I could have gone for it, but I want to get more than 12 months in one position onto my resume.

Also, I don't know if I want to continue to work in the disability sector. I love advocating, and I love the networking with people who really want to make a change in other people's lives for the positive, but, I don't know if I want to do this long term.

That being said, with the government releasing a whole bunch of free TAFE courses, one of them being in disability services, I'm tempted to maybe do that to flesh out my resume a bit more. Still, I should probably look for sideways moves for long term job satisfaction, though.

Dave and I are talking about moving. I definitely want to move. I've had it with not having a dishwasher (or rather, hoping Dave will actually do the dishes properly from beginning to end), and I'm done with electrical outlets not working, the light socket in our bedroom and the laundry not working, the airconditioner in our bedroom not working, the kitchen cupboards falling off, the front fly screen door jamming, the tiles in the bathroom coming away on the walls and the floor, the toilet seats being detached... And most of all the cold draftiness in winter!

It'll cost about $150 more a week and that would not guarantee a four bedroom place, so then two of the boys would have to share, and believe me there is already a revolt being planned for that scenario.

Dave is convinced that if we move into a smaller place, something with happen to his mother and she will have to come and live with us.

Also, looking, applying, packing, moving, unpacking. Dave is just over it. He thought this would be our last rental place, and that there would only be one more move - into our own house.

I don't think that is happening anytime soon, and I don't want to put up with living in an increasingly decrepit house.

In either case, we don't have to make a decision until the end of September, maybe after another cold winter, Dave will have warmed up to the idea.

Everything is going well with the kids. Erik and Luey are going to their first concert together tonight. All growed up - I knew we'd get there one day.

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

The other end..

I was stuck on a bus last week. It took 45 minutes to get from one bus stop to another at one point. It should have taken about two minutes.

Everyone on the bus was quiet except a man who had some kind of mental illness. He was mumbling to himself incessantly, occasionally speaking a few coherent words together. Every ten minutes of so he'd yell out, 'Why is this bus taking too long, I want to go home, I'm getting very angry.'

I jumped each and every time and seriously worried he might get up and start punching people. It was a stressful ride.

Afterwards, I heard a lot of people complaining about the delays all over the place. I also complained.

Then it dawned on me. The cause of the great delays was an accident on Eastlink between a truck and motorbike. Take a minute to absorb that information. At the time I was sitting on the bus getting frustrated that it was taking such a long time to get to my destination and putting me in the position of being concerned about this man who didn't understand what was happening, there was a motorcyclist most likely lying dead on the tollway. If not dead, he was definitely critically injured. His family would have been distraught. The police, firemen, and ambos were probably also distressed. The driver of the truck, if not physically injured himself, would be traumatised.

Basically, while I was annoyed at being held up, there was a whole group of people have the worst day they could imagine.

It is easy to not think about this. Naturally, humans tend to focus on their own immediate situation. That makes sense because we must preserve our wellbeing to survive and thrive. It is natural that we don't think about something happening out of sight and out of mind.

When and accident is holding you up, inconveniencing you, it pays to keep in mind that is it traumatising someone at the other end of the situation.





Teenagers and the failing parent...