1) I hate Tricare. A lot.
All I wanted today was to be able to get my eyes checked. Ive been having horrible headaches and wanted to make sure my vision wast the problem. Stu had sent me the very limited list of optometrists I could see several days ago. Of course none of them had openings today. Our vision plan pretty much sucks anyway and I don't think it really covered anything except the exam (the cheapest part!). So - since I couldn't reach Stuart - I took matters into my own hands. I made myself an appointment at the optometrist of my choice. They were willing to give me a discount on lenses and frames by "not having insurance". Blah blah. Then once the guy realized my husband was in Afghanistan (after I told him that no I couldn't bring him into the store to look at the frames with me) I got the usual pity party - which I did not need. Don't you have AAA? That would give you another discount. Or what about other health insurance? No, sir, Tricare sucks. I will pay. In the end - my eyes are fine - didn't change that much - but I still got new glasses. I decided that I deserve them, especially after the day I was having. In other tricare news, I'm still waiting on my dental card in the mail. Im pretty sure its been requested several times. Screw it - Im making the appointment without the card.
2) I hate the unexpected and unknown.
I know I am spoiled. I am very thankful for being able to text and face time Stu as much as I do. I knew that Stuarts team was up for the next mission. This means he could be called away at any time. The planes to Germany, on the other hand, are pretty much scheduled to leave nightly. After his last middle of the night mission, I thought he was going to try better about letting me know he was leaving. Yeah right. I think it was just after 1pm that I heard from him today. At first, I thought the internet was down. He never responded to my email. Then I thought, maybe he's on a mission. But - that would be weird for him to be flying to Germany at this time - and it would also be weird for him to not let me know he was gone to pick up someone in Afghanistan (much shorter missions). Then - of course - my thoughts are - dear God what happened? Should I turn on the news? Was the base attacked? Yeah. Enough said.
Then he tells me he will be leaving in 3 hours to go to Germany with his patient and has to go. Then, I promptly tell him: I'm pissed. Don't want to talk anyway. Be safe and I love you. Then I feel guilty. Way too many emotions folks. Ugh. So - then I find out - as per usual military cluster - he won't be leaving for several more hours. I'm still shocked that I am not on anxiety medication yet. Lol.
So, I think? he will be leaving shortly to take two patients to Germany. An aortic dissection and a gun shot wound. I believe only one of them is intubated so should make it a little easier on Stu. As always, please pray for everyones safety.
I will continue reading the book, Jess - and try to at least like military life.
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