It must get better.

A lovely good evening to all and thank you for taking the time to drop by to write my blog. I hope that your week has been all you can hope for. I have had problems with my internet linkup so I have not been able to get in to chat to all. 


It did surprise me as to how much one depends on the connection to the net. Not just for simple things like games, or chatting with mates but looking for support, help, information and all the other odds and ends that make your life complete. 

I am listed as a ‘high needs client’ with the job agency, which in plain English means that I do not have to seek employment until the doctors give me a clearance, I do, however, have to present to the office weekly so we can chat about my job needs. I am qualified for the printing industry, teaching, early childhood care and high-risk youthwork, so I am not too certain just where they think they are going to send me.

Anyone who has been reading my blog for any period of time will notice that my English/spelling/grammar standard is not what you would expect from one of those qualifications. A portion of my brain that was harmed when the doctors where fighting to keep me alive is the section that holds this information. On my good days you will see no difference, but on the bad days, I am lucky to spell my name.

What really hurts my feelings is those who assume that because you are unemployed that you do not want to work. You are made to feel like an inferior being without needing the assistance from those that do work. I am hoping to get myself back into a good enough shape so I can maybe teach at a daycare centre, or even be an English teacher at the juvenile prison.

images My adult children are in a rental house and for the first two years did not have a single problem but since the new estate took over the women from there have been horrid. I know that the kids keep the place really clean as it has been where I have been staying after my hospital stays. I do not know why but since I got ill, the kids have sorted their own independence, and some of my friends who have been renting the same property for near on twenty years, there seems to be a very clear line between the ‘haves’ and ‘do not care about you lot.’ Of course, that does not add to my ability to cope with anything.

Well, I think that gets the most presenting issues off my mind for a little while. Thank you for reading about my issues again and I hope that your life is so much nicer than mine is currently. Hope a wonderful day/evening and I will be back to provide some more mindless information for you, but very important for me. 

4 thoughts on “It must get better.

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  1. I liked this post, but like isn’t really the right word. It’s sad how you find out who really cares when things get tough. I can relate to your thoughts concerning work. I’m not working at the moment because I can’t get my mind to work properly, mainly due to the PTSD. I know I’m legitimately off work. I know I’m not just lazy. But it’s hard to remember that when other people complain about all the “lazy people who can’t be bothered to work.” I feel like it’s aimed at me, and it upsets me. I would love to work. I miss working. But, right now, I can hardly even leave the house. People don’t realise how debilitating these invisible illnesses are.

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    1. I know what you are saying and it hurts more when it is family and friends you have helped throughout a lifetime of their problems. Thank you for sharing your problems with me as it does help to know you are not alone with issues like this.

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