It feels like I am in a perpetual state of waiting.
Waiting for others to make up their minds, or do their jobs, or smooth egos and move on.
A decision STILL has not been made re the work situation for MPS. Methinks it is more a case of ruffled feathers and workplace politics than money. Fuck, they have CREATED a position for him.
Yet we wait.
Disability agencies are frustrating me no end, and while they recognise they are stressing out the woman with ENOUGH ON HER PLATE THANKYOUVERYMUCH and who has a tendency to stroke out when things get a little too much, bucks are still being passed – physically and metaphorically.
The Big Bad Thing is no longer so big and bad and may even be resolving somewhat but with that comes a whole new kettle of fish and I am not quite ready for that much seafood at this point in time.
So I wait.
In perpetual limbo.
Jumping every time the phone rings because that call could be the one that washes away all of the stress and uncertainty (or at least a fair fucking whack of it) or sends me over the cliff.
Either way I won’t be in this fucking state of limbo any more.
I don’t care what anyone says.
Limbo IS hell.