We finally got RFO last week. Last week. Why it took so long to get even that to us, we still don’t know, but as with everything else, we’re running a month behind schedule.
I still had to be cleared by EFMP to PCS OCONUS. Honestly I figured it would be a formality. I researched and there is plenty sufficient medical care for me at Tripler. I only even got on EFMP back in the day because I was pregnant, and my cardiologist insisted. Obviously I’m not pregnant anymore. This should be a simple sign-off.
Of course, it isn’t. Nothing can be. I’ve had two appointments this week and multiple phone calls all over the country and as of right now I can’t go. We’re working on that and hope it will be resolved within the next couple of weeks.
Of course, if it takes a couple of weeks, that puts us within 6 weeks of needing to leave the mainland, with no orders – so no transportation booked, no movers booked, nowhere to live when we get there, and even more scrambling and stress. Oh, the stress.
Going into my appt with the EFMP nurse, to get approval to PCS to Hawaii with SoldierMan. Didn't expect complications at this stage, so even though on paper it should be fine, it's still causing anxiety. But God is in control. Hopefully this is the final hurdle and we can get official orders quickly. I'll breathe in July.
Right now I’m getting through it on daily Bible readings, yoga, and coffee. And baby snuggles. Baby G is toying with the idea of sleeping through the night again, a cruel tease, but it is nice to get another hour or two than I was getting.
And my mom. My mom has been my speed-dial therapist this week. I have missed being home more than ever with all this going on, but thank goodness for technology. She has talked me off the proverbial ledge many times the last few days.
Also good friends who let me vent without judging.
As much as I wish I had physical access to all these people, at least it’s nice knowing the support is there electronically.
Just last week we were fake-laughing again about how easy this PCS would be if it was just us, without the dogs. Well, it would be cheaper, but in fact this is way more complicated. And will probably involve a trip to Texas just to get this resolved.
My parents keep reminding me that this is all temporary, and eventually it will work out, and we will ALL get over there, one way or another. And that’s all true. And every PCS is stressful and annoying. That’s not unique to this situation.
But oh man, I’m ready for this to be over.