So, we PCSed to Florida. PCS pretty much means change of duty station.
I loved Georgia. I mean, it was a HARD start, but I met the most amazing people. To be honest, I accomplished a lot there, way more than I ever did in Texas and I miss it so freaking much. Alas, moving is a part of military life that I need to radically accept. We were there for a while and were so rooted, so I feel like it made it harder. This move has made me really look back at how far I have grown as a person, especially in recovery.
The house we rented in FL is HUGE! It looked great on the pictures, we got here and the house was disgusting. They obviously didn't clean the tile floors after they changed the carpets and there were spotty "fixed up" jobs everywhere. That gave me a chance to stay busy at least, and us not having to clean the house when we leave. SCORE.
Since we've been here, N went back to Georgia for 2 weeks getting our house ready for our renters. That was a feat for him as well, the cleaning person and the power washer guy cancelled last minute. Then the second day the movers came, they only had 2 guys packing the truck. YAY FOR THEM. If any of you know N, he was not the happiest of people lol.
So I was a single parent again back in FL with barely anything in our house, then the day before N came back down I fell down the stairs with little E in my arms, breaking her leg and 3 of my own ribs. It broke my heart knowing it was my fault that little E was in so much pain, but accidents happen and I have to keep telling myself that. She was in the hospital for two days and got a pretty cool looking purple cast *that I bedazzled💁* that takes up like half of her little body haha. Poor child.
The day we brought her home, there happened to be a leak on the second floor ceiling that was dripping down to the first floor. Did they come out right away? Nope, they came out a few days later to check it out. That was a week ago now and no idea where the water is coming from, or was since it hasn't happened in a few days (good or bad? haha). Did they fix the hole? NOPE! We are now anxiously waiting for on base housing....which if you're in the military...you know that takes awhile haha.
When I first got here I was prepared to get all little E's doctors and my doctors set up. Even called tricare and got little E's and I's address moved down to the Tampa area so we were ready. I did the research and had written out a few options, thinking that since it's an Air Force base that we'd be able to get seen pretty soon because I'm naive and had hope. Oh honey, I was so wrong. We got here early May and when I called they couldn't get Emma in to see a doctor to get her referrals until June 6th. Which was 2 days ago. Y'all. I lost my mind. This wasn't even on post, it was an off post military place that catered to those who lived further out. If you don't know little E's history, here's a quick recap: Born 7 weeks early, has been seeing a physical and occupational therapist since she was about 4 months maybe, and then speech she started this year, has a neurosurgeon and a neurologist and had to see an orthopedic doctor. She has A LOT going on, and if anyone knows my daughter, she's pretty lazy and doesn't like to do things that are "too hard for her." I love her, but man. Anyways, she is now 22 months old and still isn't walking by herself. So, mom had to get her back on track with everything. I did some more researched and called Tricare about getting an off post doctor for her and me since they could only see me a few days before little E. At this time, I was not doing well eating, emotional or thought wise so I had to see someone pretty fast too, to get the referral I needed. It had been pointed out to me on numerous occasions that if I can't get myself taken care of, I can't take care of little E and she's my world so that is just not going to happen.
Luckily the Tricare thing went pretty easily after a few days. I may have written a long email and made them send that along too, but it worked! Here we are weeks later and still no therapy for little E. Though she did get her leg broken two weeks ago and that put a holt on things, the place I'm trying to get, along with my best friend Tricare and her new doctor we haven't had any luck. YAAAYY! Luckily the place received the paperwork they needed after forever and more, and now we get to have the therapists rule to see if her case is more important than others. There's a waiting list y'all. What in the ever loving *bleep* is happening. I am so mad, and sadly these people are the most recommended and it looks like a lot of other places have a waiting list too. So great. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here trying to get little E to say "la la" "ka ka" and whatever I can get her to say while she just stares at me blankly, to keep trying to get her to looseb up her right side, and to start using a fork and spoon, all while she shakes her head no at me. 😑 This is my child. Excuse me while I chug a glass or 5 of wine and cry. I swear to God I work with her people! Hey, she's saying mama like a champ now. I can die happy! 😂
Until next time, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
M
Did I mention I heard a roach scream a few weeks ago? I was trying to kill it with bug spray and it was so big I could hear it SCREAM. A part of me died that day, and I hate roaches. 💀
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