There have been some days recently that I wished I had pulled the bed covers over my head and refused to rise.
The National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) has continued to thwart my refund for Alex's CPAP machine. Back in March (!), we entered a claim for his machine, based on a good night's sleep being essential for Alex's well-being and ability to function well. We have followed up with reports from his rehabilitative physiotherapist, his occupational therapist and his support coordinator pointing out his additional diagnosis of an Acquired Brain Injury (ABI) along with Autism. The NDIS received this information late in 2022 and finally added ABI to his profile in May this year (!)...Any scientific journal regarding sleep disturbance linkage with either of his disabilities is freely found online. We have also added the concept of his being able to live safely and independently in his own home - an NDIS principle.
Our Local Area Coordinator has requested the NDIS escalate the review into this latest rejection. I just have no idea what the NDIS means by "insufficient information" as we have provided so much supporting material. Can anybody out there please explain?...We really need that refund.
Closer to the home front is our misbehaving dishwasher. I have become most irritated by the seemingly programmed obsolescence date for "modern" appliances. I remember Mum's washing machine lasting for twenty years, having washed countless loads, my second hand dishwasher happily operational for a similar period. Anyway, a bit of plastic broke off from the top shelf unit in the dishwasher, which is six and a half years old. The part that broke can't be replaced - we have to buy a whole new top shelf...As we currently have ten cents in our account, this purchase is currently off the radar. Through trial and error, I discovered that if the top shelf is not stacked at all, the dishwasher will run. However, his Majesty thought better and because he couldn't load every item on the bottom rack, he put a few on the top...Although I repacked the dishwasher (and fitted all our crockery and cups), the top rack had changed position and will not play nicely. As a result, the boy in the man suit was told to go home and wash dishes...and not fiddle!
As for Miss Lexi, she has taken to adolescence with all the finesse of a battering ram, delighting in the shredding of the TV magazine, business cards, paper work - all usually left in range by my beloved husband. She also enjoys pinching tea towels, running around the house with my knickers and removing clothing from the ironing pile. She is the happiest of dogs, her goofy smile lighting up our lives and becoming the loyal sister of Stella Bella. Their play is punctuated by great amounts of growling, tearing around after each other both inside and out and chewing each other's legs/ears/tails. With the advent of the hot weather, she is being clipped on Tuesday by Deb (in the doghouse), a cheerfully eccentric Queenslander who has wandered around the Wheatbelt over the last few years as a mobile dog groomer.
Finally, I am a bit worried about Mister Chop, our black and white cat who name was delivered after some of his tail was removed due to infection. He managed to have two large prickles pierce his back right foot between the pads. We removed as much as we could see, but his foot has blown up to the size of a miniature elephant. I suspect a trip to the vet may be our only way to treat this problem. Oh goody...
However, I refuse to be upset by any of these First World problems on a warm and lazy Sunday afternoon. I shall be in the Gallery for another half an hour and then I plan to water my beautiful potted garden and hopefully find a few strawberries ripe for snaffling.
Oh, and I may have to insert a large garden gnome up the ANZ bank's bottom for being singularly unhelpful whilst making huge profits. That can wait until the morning as well.
This is a happy gnome...
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