I am tired, it is not physical tiredness it is emotional tiredness.
A call came through late last evening – I had just slipped into sleep- the caller had found my phone number and was desperate for someone to talk with who understood what life as an injured worker is like.
I sat and talked with her for over an hour I answered her questions, I held her hand (metaphorically speaking) I gave her hope that at least someone in the cold dark night actually cared and understood.
Today even more calls and more e-mails from injured workers all needing guidance through the minefield of the workers compensation system.
A redemption has been offered that is pitifully low.
A claim has been rejected.
An operation has been cancelled.
An employer just wants the best for his injured workers.
A parent needs to pay for an excursion but the funds just aren’t in place due to the reduction in the pre-injury wage.
What answers do I have for any of them.
How do I tell these people that I have no resources to help them, that the Centre doors are open only because I work a small part time job to make sure that the Centre is in place.
What use would that knowledge be to a woman who urgently needs sanitary napkins or the employer who has taken on injured workers to help them but is now finding the workers compensation system just wants these workers to work longer and harder because a non-treating doctor has decided that that is possible.
I stand because I refuse to fall and I refuse to fail because to fail would mean that other families will also fall.
My weekends are not really mine, I have long since given up the thought of a Sunday afternoon drive because there is always someone who needs the support that the workers compensation system pretends to give.
To keep the Centre open, to keep the bills covered I go to work in a small job that holds no joy for me.
If there is an answer to all this, I hope that someone shares it soon.
I have arranged to meet the late night caller, I have spoken with the person offered the sham of a redemption and note that the fear of the future is cold and it is real.
The rest is added onto an already cluttered and overcrowded Monday.
Yours in service