It means security. It means quality sleep. It means closure. It means, I was entitled.
It means everything I touched this morning, didn’t pose the question ‘how will I afford to replace this?’
It means I rose above the monsters and didn’t let them defeat me. They didn’t get to keep something that belonged to me. Sadly they did destroy Theo’s and my most valuable belonging – our home.
I’ll be adding to this post as the insurer responds to the Medical Panel Opinion which finally arrived and states: Continue Reading
This is not really a comedy but without a sense of humour and the odd injection of sarcasm this injured worker would explode from the frustration and disappointment that being in this system has created.
I am heading back to conciliation on May 13 to battle for part-payments of compensation since declaring in December 2012 that I have a limited capacity for part-time work. I am also disputing my WorkSafe authorised Agent’s refusal to pay any of my medical expenses over the last 2-3 years.
Acts 1 and 2 can now be written but Act 3 will have to await the outcome of the conciliation conference. But as you will see, the outcome could well provide the comic highlight of the performance.
You in the audience may laugh, clap or cry as you read my sad little play. Continue Reading