Monday, I went back to the doctor. The prognosis isn't terribly good. It all boils down to the fact that they don't know what's wrong, and they have suggested I go see a specialist. Yay.
Tuesday... was... unpleasant. Both at work, and at home. I can only hope that the other party involved can get past the initial emotional response and look at what was said rationally, so we can discuss it, then move on about our lives and go back to being friends.
Today... was a day. Work was interesting in the chinese sense, and there's still this sickening feeling of.. what, exactly? Dread? Worry? Fear? I'll be glad when it's all resolved.
It seems our plans to move to Boston may be expedited; an ideal position was posted, and Bren has his manager's blessing. So.. now we wait to see what will result from that, too.
I feel a bit like a fly caught in a web. I'm waiting for events beyond my control to come to pass. I don't like not being in control. Not at all.
