And there was knashing of teeth and hissing and spitting

Regular readers of this little missive may remember that it was a week ago today when, having finally gotten an interview date for the Montreal consulate, I phoned my endo in London. I was seeking a date from the doctor my endo is referring me to, but what I got was "we don't know yet, but they should call you within a couple of days". Regular readers with particularly good memories may remember that I asked when I could call back, should I not have heard. She said a week.

Well, I haven't heard, so I called back today. I was told that they *still* haven't gotten a date from the other doctor's office, but that it should be Real Soon Now.

I pointed out that I was very frustrated, because, you know, moving forward with the REST OF MY LIFE is dependant on getting this out of the way, and it's very difficult to plan things like 1000 mile moves when you have no idea *when* you'll be able to go.

She said she'd pull my chart, and put me on hold.

When she got back on the phone, she told me that she had phoned the other doctor's office, and that the office nurse there had pulled my file to the top of the pile. So hopefully it should be looked at Real Soon Now.

( more hissing and spitting, and dark places in my head that you may not want to go )

And now to the eyelets, since the eyelet fairies have yet again failed to visit my house. Maybe they need a road map.

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Feeling better.

I got the interview letter from the consulate today, which means I can get in (the security guard needs to see it before he lets you in the door).

Wednesday I'm going to London to get the results of the medical.

Which means I'm pretty much locked and loaded to go to Montreal and get my visa.

And I have half the eyelets done.

And I have the best husband on the planet, and I was reminded of that when I first opened my eyes this morning.

Everything else is going to work out.