Busy, busy, busy…

I’m coming up on my departure date, and I feel like I’m trying to tuck all the loose hairs of a French twist into place. Ten to-dos are on my list each day, and I leave in 3 days. I didn’t feel this frazzled when I went to Belize, and it was hectic. Someone kept canceling my flight.

These chores feel more desperate because when I come home the consequences are dire for me if not handled. Might as well not even come home, actually. I never did look into fishing there, but I have done EVERYTHING in my power to fix the compounding problem, namely Insurance. Blue Cross has done all that they can, and now my fate rests with the Air Force. If they don’t do what is right my only option left is litigious, and that’s not my style. I know it doesn’t bother everyone, but $30,000 in debt looks horrific from my P.O.V. Of course, if it came with a new house, car, or boat I’d be fine. I’d really like to send these bills, well you get it.

The pain, stress, and suffering alone should have the judge prying open the government’s wallet with a giant can of WD-40. I’ve been dealing with it since I got sick a year and a half ago, and I can tell you for CERTAIN I’m tired!

I need to go to Italy to rest! I WISH my phone didn’t work there!