Medical.

My week started with a fun trip to the benefits medical centre for my medical in relation to my benefit claim. It was only about 3 minute walk from my house so I wandered down feeling extremely nervous about my appointment. I arrived at my destination sat in a waiting room full of sick people all in the same boat as me and this got me thinking there must be at least on person in this room who isn’t ill if its come to this, but before I could finish this thought I was summoned to my impending doom, oh sorry medical examination.

My examiner was a young male doctor about the age of 28, I sat down and answered his questions to the best of my ability. I think I came across ok but I cant really be shore. After documenting my medication he asked me to sit up on a bench so I would do some stretches to see if I can move ok, I was fine at this as my illness makes me lethargic, ill tempered, frustrated but most of all I’m in lots and lots of pain. After I got of the bench he informed me I that was it and I could leave. I got all of my appointment documents out of my bag as requested but as soon as I mentioned this he cut me off and said a simple “NO”. this put the fear of god into me as I couldn’t decide whether this was a positive “I don’t need to see them” or a negative “your not ill, so why should I waste my time looking at these documents“.

As I said my goodbyes and left the office and walked through the waiting room I noticed the clock on the wall and my appointment was only 35 minutes long. Not long I thought to make a decision on the last eight months of my life, to top it all of it takes three weeks for a different decision maker to contact me to let me know if they think I’m ill or not.