I had a bit of an epiphany today. We got Brent's 'diabetes-related tests to send to the immigration department' back, and they weren't exactly brilliant (but not exactly bad, either). The doctor says that in order to get the disease *fully* under control, we need to go and see a dietician and a podiatrist and all sorts of people. We can't afford to do that until the residency is approved by the immigration department, because non-residents don't get subsidised by the healthcare system. But we can't get the residency approved until the disease is fully under control. But we can't get the disease fully under control until the residency is approved... oh wait, isn't this where we came in? Is everyone else noticing the circuitous nature of this problem?

I'm going to send these damn things off with a covering letter and hope. Meanwhile, Brent waits, undieticianed, unpodiatrised, and unemployed. Poor bastard.