Time to VENT!!!

Sooooooooooooooooooo today was not a real great day. Work was crazy for starters. Then I have been trying to figure out my military insurance for a week now (aka Tricare) I keep being told that I am not in any system, but to just wait and eventually I will be. But here is the kicker I lose my insurance on Saturday, so I don't have a lot of time to wait. So instead I have been calling Tricare every other day or so to see if I have been added, and each day I have been told no! Oh and each day I am asked if I have power of attorney? No I do not. I know I know I know we royaly screwed up on that one, but now it is time to move on and help me. Today I called Tricare like so many other days lately and I talked to a guy who said (after of course telling me I should have gotten power of attorney!) he could transfer me to a number where they could tell me the process of enrolling myself in the insurance, then they could get his signature. I felt this glimmer of hope, and I continued to hope as I was waiting for the next available representative...for 25 minutes. At which point I got disconnected and had to call the number again. I sat and waited patiently for the next representative again. Finally 10 minutes later I got to talk to a persons! YAY Unfortunately she informed me that I had been transferred to the wrong number and would have to call this other number. She said that there is no answering machine or call waiting so it might take a few tries to get someone. It took like 20 tries and 2 hours to talk to someone. That special someone spoke in a whisper and very unclearly to the point that I had to repeat everything she said to make sure I understood her. And of course what was the first thing she said????? "Ma'am you really need to get power of attorney!" Ok I get it we messed up now please someone just help me. She then told me to fax a few documents to her in the morning, and I could get enrolled, however she let me know that after I was enrolled I had to have an ID card to actually use the insurance. So I asked how do I do that...take a wild guess what do I need???? Either Brandon's signature on a form, or I have to have power of attorney!!!!!! I wanted to scream, instead I did my default coping technique, CRY! So I came full circle and was back where I started. I talked to a friend, Sharon, who is a military wife and one of the most amazing women I know, and she agreed to help me sort out this mess! So I was feeling a little better but still stressed and thinking how much easier it would be if I could just talk to Brandon. So when I was talking to my dad I asked him to pray that Brandon would call tonight. So that is how things were as of 5:30 tonight. I got home and decided to make grilled cheese and tomato soup, after I put the soup on my dog started to go crazy, like she needed to go out. So I take her out, and she is being a total brat and taking forever, by the time I got inside my soup was scorched to the bottom of the pot. I decided maybe I could still salvage it, and started on my grilled cheese. I had just put it on the stove when Brandon called, I was so excited, thinking hey now I can ask him all these questions and get my insurance figure out! Ha ha ha the Air Force had different plans here is what I was told "Hey it is Brandon I can't talk, just calling to say I need such and such documents, so I can register you, and I have to have it by the weekend so overnight it tonight or tomorrow at the latest, I love you bye....click!" OK so I was extremely happy to hear from him, it was good to just hear his voice, but I was still left with no answers and no insurance by this weekend. Then to top it all off I burned my grilled cheese, but was going to eat it anyways. But first I needed to call UPS and find out when I could get it out. Of course I was told I had just (by 5 minutes) missed the last truck. which wouldn't be a huge deal most days but that needed to get out asap, and they are not open when I leave for work, so I had to do it before 7:00 if it would get out tomorrow, it was 6:40 by this point! Wow the stress. So I ran in Brandon's way too big tee shirt, and my too small short, hair a mess to the store. It cost me $30 to get it to him on Friday, but it was done! I came back home sat down to my now cold, burnt soup, and my cold burnt grilled cheese sandwich, and just wanted to SCREAM! It is really sad when you get your first call from you husband in over a week and yet this is still the worst day since he left! Hopefully I can get a real call soon one where we can actually talk and respond to each other:) OK I needed to vent and now I am done. I am looking to tomorrow and praying for a much better day!