So, Monday has become Tuesday and there is still no internet on at my place. The term ‘annoyed’ is way too tame for the way I feel about this right now.
Went back to court for another totally wasted and painful day that could have had the same outcome minus the time wasted if they had used a phone to make the appointment. What we did was to go into a big, expensive, court room and make a date when something would happen. The lawyer met me at the court and I was again struck about the way they take charge and totally refuse to answer questions or give you the information to be going on with. I have been a little sneaky this time and I rang and offered to pay a private solicitor to give me the information and maybe get the subpoena set up for the witnesses. They laughed at my attempts to pay them and were totally mystified that I would be in a position where I needed help with such simple subjects. So for almost two years I have been asking questions that have never once been answered and they are simple questions as I said.
I will do the things I need to get done such as asking about a subpoena and preparing witnesses and case notes and things myself without waiting for Legal Aid who have still failed to understand that I can prove I didn’t do anything if they would just do their bloody jobs properly and stop treating me like a lump of wood.
Law access gave me a copy of their policy book and I am mystified. If the sheets of paper they gave me are the policies they abide by who have I been calling. The policies I see in the booklets include the actual giving of information. That has not happened to any degree yet.
I rang the court and they will help me prepare the subpoenas. Forget all the pretend safety net suppliers.
My friend rang and although I tried to call her three times I could not get her on the phone. I think I must have an old landline address and number. Oddly that was enough to throw my mental state into a spin and the next few nights were notable for the nightmares about loss and abandonment anxiety dreams. Big, bad ones. The mobile phone ran out of credit when I tried to use it to get someone to pick me up from court. At the moment I use it once every month or so and Virgin Mobile roll the credit over and take it each time before I can use it again. A call thus costs about sixteen dollars for less than a minute it takes to ask for a lift and tell them where I am.
Popped into the men’s shed this morning to see if I could fit my crippled butt into their way of doing things and if I could get access to a program where I made up to ten big stretchers for canvases. They were alright with that. They like to do things in thirds. One third of my effort for me, one third for the crew and one third for the charity effort. I will have to see how my health holds up when I get involved but I am always happy to do something for others.
And it was a long, long weekend with no internet and no way to contact anyone.