Knee Deep in the Hooah!

I am really feeling in a funk for the past few days. I am not sure why, or what has caused it. I am tired. Very tired. Maybe I am settling and coming off of the adrenaline rush I have been living in for the past several months. I am sure some of it is the anticipation of Bryan’s upcoming graduation and our quick weekend together. It is bittersweet. I don’t know if I am anticipating seeing him as much as I am already grieving having to say good-bye to him again. I keep reminding myself that he will get to have his cell phone while in OCS and we should get to talk a lot more than we have during BCT. One 10 minute phone conversation in 7 weeks is simply not enough! I guess this is just my week for frustrations.

I am beginning to feel like a poodle in a pink tutu — you know the kind — the hoop jumpers. I thought that hoop jumping went out with grad school, but I am now learning that it never goes away when you are dealing with bureaucratic systems. For some unknown reason my POA is not good enough for my husband’s former company. So, now I get to spend the few precious hours I get with him toward the end of this month trying to figure out how to get a new POA finalized and notarized. I have to have it in order to take care of his retirement account and finish expending the money in our flex account. Everyone else in the world has accepted this POA, but the legal department didn’t like the wording and wanted their company specifically named in the POA. Jeez oh Pete! Can you imagine if every entity was this persnickety? My POA would be 500 pages long. Fortunately the majority of businesses accept it with no hassle.

To top things off, I had an ear doctor’s appointment yesterday. I have Ménière’s Disease that causes severe vertigo and hearing loss episodes. I am blessed because my episodes don’t tend to last too long, and I am not debilitated by it like some sufferers. Anyway, this was my first follow up appointment since my insurance changed from Blue Cross Blue Shield to Tricare. I filled out the new forms and happily haded the receptionist my military ID for my new insurance. She gave me that “I so pity you” look and said “I’m sorry honey but we don’t take Tricare unless it is secondary to Medicare.” I was dumbfounded! If it were Tricare Prime I would have have called first to make sure they take it, but Tricare standard? She couldn’t tell me why either… just a look of pity. I was actually very sad because I really liked this doctor and felt that he understood my disease really well. I spent the rest of my appointment time calling my primary care doctor and requesting a new referral to someone who will take my Tricare — which is just about any other doctor in the area.

I guess some days you’re the dog and some days you are the hoop! I am sure my funk will come to an end soon, but in the meantime I better get to hopping!