Between Christmas and New Year, I had a panel of specialists assess my degree of disability. I’d already had my application for a disabled parking permit turned down. A report from my surgeon saying, “I had to cut her leg off,” was insufficient; I needed that particular piece of paper. Well now I’ve got the magic document and I can apply again.
There’s more. This means I pay reduced sales tax on an adapted car. We haven’t got very far with that because it’s not much use until I get my prosthetic. As long as I need my husband to help me in and out of the car, he may as well drive. I’ve just been told that I don’t pay road tax for my adapted car either, which is very nice.
So another little hop towards putting my life back together.