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Hmm, I got a reply from RADAR this morning (I think?) and it turns out it was from the Chief Executive, Liz Sayce. She was very sympathetic and asked to use my experiences anonymously as examples when campaigning on these matters, so I sent a brief (yes it was only one paragraph - you lucky people are the only ones who get whole heaping tomes of despair) account of the most difficult things I've encountered: jobcentre being cunts, trouble affording gym and y'know food and stuff*, and NHS misdiagnosis. Not in so many words.

* (in November, just after my contract ended, I had over a thousand quid in the bank, and now I have negative a few hundred - I can't tell you how much I look forward to trying to crawl out of debt AGAIN)

Oh it is time for sleeping. Another day has passed, thank stuff. Tomorrow should be easy as I'm actually doing interesting things - going down to Dumfries to see Sana's art show. Must remember to bring lots of painkillers.