Benefits / Sleep / CPN

I hate the council. Quick back story: I applied for housing/council tax benefit. They awarded it to me while waiting for me to send a couple of payslips to confirm what I’d put on the form about my income. I forgot to do this. They stopped my benefit then a bit later sent me a letter telling me they were going to reclaim what they’d already paid. So fair enough – I screwed up. I wrote them a letter telling them I’m fucked in the head (in less profane terms) with the paperwork they’d requested.

So they’ve re-opened the claim now. But all this means is that the start of the claim (if accepted), is the original date and they don’t have to backdate as from a new claim. However, I still have to fill out the entire fucking form again and, apparently, provide all the documentation… which they already have.

Amusingly, one of the things I mentioned in my letter to them is how much I suck at getting anything useful done.

I’m proud of myself for other reasons today, though. I managed to wrangle my wake-up time back from one in the afternoon to the prescribed 10 in the morning. It had been slipping an hour and a half for the last couple of days. There was half an hour of OH GOD I’M SO TIRED WHY CAN’T I SLEEEEEEEEP?! drifting between various semi-delirious states of consciousness, but I seem to have woken up properly now and feel vaguely hyper.

Which is good, because I have stuff to do today. Not least of which is my visit to the CPN (community psychiatric nurse) this afternoon. I hope to put across just how annoyed I am with everything to do with my diagnosis and treatment and find out what they can do about it. I’ll report on how it went later today.