Today, I attended the second appointment of my health tribunal. Technically, this was the first, as the last one had been adjourned back in July, until more evidence was presented.

The stress of waiting has been crazy. Long story short, (and to my relief), the verdict was positive. A giant weight has been lifted from my mind, and I'm still coming to terms with the news.

For the past seven or eight years, I'd been struggling without the proper support from the welfare department. It was like screaming medical fact to a bunch of sharks. I actually second guessed myself more than once, and went along with all their diversionary tactics.

In the long run, it affected my health more than it helped. Thankfully, my M.D put me back on a positive path. He could see how pointless the situation was, and the overall negative effect on my health.

(I actually got to breaking point. The effects are still present, and it's now a slow, rebuilding process.)

In hindsight, I hope to never get into that situation again. I've always stood by the medical facts, and it's good to have someone finally acknowledge them, and not feel like a liar.

With today's result, that chapter is hopefully behind me. There's still a part of me wonderin' if there's a catch. If, there's some hidden agenda or set back. Perhaps getting burnt has made me that way. In any case, I realise that good things can happen if you really fight for them. The outcome has just hit me in a strange way.

I'm grateful of the support from my advisor too. He understood what I was talking about. In the past, I've felt that I've needed to justify myself at every turn.

Ironically, 'Jesus Of Suburbia/City Of The Damned/I Don't Care/Dearly Beloved' by Green Day is playing in the background. This song will have relevance to that seven year struggle. :) Another ironic twist is the relevance of today's date. It was when my grandfather was born.

Are the fates screwing with my mind? :)

Anywho.. Now, I just want to have a quiet night. My brain has genuinely gone splat.