Everything that chronic pain had undone in the first nine years of this 14-year nightmare, Theo and I have managed to finally mend. Stitch by stitch, we made a new house, founded a new livelihood, purchased a more comfy car, made new friends, welcomed a different breed of fur child and all of this in a new (unfamiliar) town. It's a rebirth! All of this, driven by the hunt for pain management after a ball pop, drop and a bang. Or was it...?
No one within the system has fear of prosecution - not even a fear of a single penalty! No one within the system has been or will be called to explain their actions and held to account. This makes my blood boil! I haven't even heard the support will be returned to workers who were delivered unfair decisions and had to walk away from their support. But I want my money back! Where are my years of wages after having a decision overturned unfairly at the Accident Compensation Conciliation Service (ACCS) by the Agent? And the rest...?
If you dress well - this system assumes you couldn't possibly have a health issue. If you speak well, there's no way you have suffered trauma. If you manage to stay alive through your darkest moments, they assume you can forfeit your compensation. When you are honest and remain transparent, they only abuse your information.
The effort my insurer makes to appear stupid and ignorant in their daily work, and the effort they make to voluntarily communicate their ignorance, today, for some reason (let's call it this fab new medication) made me want to laugh.
I'm still fighting for reimbursement of my peripheral and sacral stimulation implants. Insurer X (let's call them that but really what I call them is irrelevant - they're all the same!) are [...]
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: