Waiting for my passport to come back – the supporting documents turned up today but my passport has not, despite the fact the passport office sent me a text message on Tuesday saying I’d receive my new passport soon, so I informed the tax office already. It’s worrying because they’ve sent my deed poll back, so I hope they’ve accepted it as evidence of my name change, but until the passport turns up I’m not going to feel confident on that front. I can’t apply to Canadian immigration until I get that new passport number. Waiting for my book contract for the book that’s supposed to be released this weekend. It was supposed to turn up yesterday but did not. And, of course, waiting to hear back about my Master’s degree application.
I hate waiting. I can’t settle to anything right now.
It doesn’t help that someone tried to rob us last night and I was zonked out on Seroquel and couldn’t manage to open the handle to the window to get it open. I knew that part of how it worked was to repress my PTSD-induced startle reaction, but now I need to reassess how safe it is to take it if it’s preventing me from reacting to actual danger.
Waiting for the Seroquel to wear off so I can get some writing done. It stops me making connections.