So I’m active duty navy and I had a very hard time getting support started right after Madison died- I had to go to medical to get paperwork completed about my time off (maternity leave/convalescence leave but not primary caregiver leave)- I had this amazing nurse who I spoke with on the phone who had everything completed for me and the only thing she needed was a signature.

So at that time I was ready to go in and sign paperwork only it isn’t my awesome nurse- it’s this super junior nurse officer who has no idea what she is doing and I’m like “oh my god” and she is just grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole time as we are filling out the paperwork.

Guess who “helped me” today in medical as I’m trying to get a pregnancy test- still grinning even after I say I’m the one whose baby died.

I am still amped and anxious- breathing deeply now and luckily in the waiting room for therapy- I wanted today to be a good news story on how I had control over my triggers but instead there is this bright light shining on how I still have a far ways to go.

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