I have never experienced so much rage, hatred, and complete frustration as I have when dealing with Tricare, doctors, and doing it while being Tricare Prime Remote. Drs won't take my case because it is an insurance covered case even though I have a referral. I can't believe how money hungry our drs and surgeons have become. It makes me sick. So while I am juggling two kids with ASDs and all the end of the school year crap that is going on, I am spending hours on the phone with Tricare, Drs for me and the kids, trying to keep the ship afloat while my husband does army crap including his recruiting duties AND the Sergeant Audie Murphy Board crap, which also includes the fact that I won't see him or get any help or respite for two weeks. Sometimes I would like to tell the army to kiss my @$$.
I have rearranged my life and my schedule so my parents could come up for my birthday just to be told that they may not be coming now. I am tired, frustrated, discouraged, and ready to go postal on someone. I have no friends here because I got pissed at one of them because I was being used and abused. (I am too nice and too generous.) So I guess they really weren't my friends. I can't wait for my husband to get back to the real army so we can live near other army people who at least know a little about what I am going through. The rest can kiss my arse.
Whiskey
Tango
Foxtrot,
Over.
PS: You army wives should get that one ;)
