The neurologist told me last November to get my head round the fact that I'd never work again, because what I have is degenerative. I did eventually, though I was very sad to say the least, as I loved working, and paying my own way. After a fight with my private pension company, they took the veiw that I had been retired on medical grounds aged forty, and paid me a small lump sum, which paid for me to have central heated fitted, and a miniscule amount a week for the rest of my life.
My quartly gas bill came yesterday. Mum asked how much it was and was shocked to find it was the same as for her much larger house. She said that as my weekly income is basically the same as a pensioner that I should get the winter fuel allowance like she will, but of course I won't.
I'm a pensioner at forty, but unfortunately without the perks. I don't get a bus pass. or the pensioners reduced price of seven instead of twelve pounds at the football. I bet I wouldn't even be eligible for the glamorous pensioner competition if I ever went to Butlins.
I'm not complaining I'm just a little embarrassed, as Mum has just phoned up to say she'll pay my gas bill for me, if I bring it with me when I go for tea on Monday she'll sort it. I did of course play our game of saying no, she says yes, I say no, she says yes and wins.
I hate being so financally dependent, and living so hand to mouth. The daft thing is as I get worse I'll get more money. I'll even get money for a car, sadly though I'll be to unwell to drive, and they'll have probably taken my licence off me then anyway.
Moan over, as I'm sat infront of the halogen heater, with the central heating turned off until later tonight.
My quartly gas bill came yesterday. Mum asked how much it was and was shocked to find it was the same as for her much larger house. She said that as my weekly income is basically the same as a pensioner that I should get the winter fuel allowance like she will, but of course I won't.
I'm a pensioner at forty, but unfortunately without the perks. I don't get a bus pass. or the pensioners reduced price of seven instead of twelve pounds at the football. I bet I wouldn't even be eligible for the glamorous pensioner competition if I ever went to Butlins.
I'm not complaining I'm just a little embarrassed, as Mum has just phoned up to say she'll pay my gas bill for me, if I bring it with me when I go for tea on Monday she'll sort it. I did of course play our game of saying no, she says yes, I say no, she says yes and wins.
I hate being so financally dependent, and living so hand to mouth. The daft thing is as I get worse I'll get more money. I'll even get money for a car, sadly though I'll be to unwell to drive, and they'll have probably taken my licence off me then anyway.
Moan over, as I'm sat infront of the halogen heater, with the central heating turned off until later tonight.