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Friday, July 17, 2009










This morning a doctor from the GGGD, the Government Health Council, came round to check that I am really disabled.

I applied for a disabled parking permit so that if anyone in a car visits they can park free of charge.

Handy for friends visiting from out of town and for volunteers and any other visitors.

As I could not get to the office, first because the appointment was too early and the mobility bus always collects an hour beforehand.

Then could not go to the GGGD office or anywhere else since last August and have been trying for a home visit without success.

About six weeks ago spoke to someone from the local District Council who called to see why I had not been down to the GGGD to be vetted.

I explained my situation and said that I understood that the doctor from the GGGD could do a house visit and that would be covered by the WMO, a national law for the care and treatment of the handicapped.

The Councillor had never heard of this and I assured her that this was information was made public by A.N.G.O the Dutch Handicapped Organisation.

I suggested she investigate the possibility and seems that I was correct as a very nice doctor from the GGGD came by this morning, a charming woman in a beautiful outfit.

We shook hands and she asked me a few questions and shook my hand again and departed saying I would be getting my parking permit very quickly indeed.

So excellent news really happy about that hope that means people from out of town will visit more frequently which is a happy prospect indeed.

In 15 minutes my friend Toos will be here to visit me which I am looking forward to very much and have just Skyped with Gareth in Wales.

It is a happy bustling sort of a Friday with the sound of frantic drilling over the other side of the nearby canal as the workers try to finish on time to clock off for the weekend.

Happy Friday everyone!