All I Can Say

GAH. Yuk. Barf. Hurl. Vomit.  I feel sick. Shaky hands. Shakier legs, especially the Dead Leg. 3 people I have never met, who really don't want to meet or see me or acknowledge that I exist, will make a decision this afternoon that feels as though it will change my whole life. Even to my own ears, that sounds a bit melodramatic. No DLA, no Motability car. No DLA, no Blue Badge. No Blue Badge, no bus pass. No Blue Badge, no renewal of my Disabled rail card. One little freedom-killing thing follows on from another. Walking stick it was, crutches it is, crutches it may be. And to top it all off, my face has erupted in pimples. Great. Now I'm a pubescent-looking 44 year old who walks like a pirate.