Discouraged

I survived work today. Took only one strong painkiller through it, so not a bad effort I thought. 

Unfortunately I got a phone call from the place where they're processing my application for early release of my Superannuation money. It turns out they need more information. They need more detail off the HIV specialist at the hospital.

OMG! I just can't believe it. Three months of time and effort gone into that application, and now they tell me I need to go back to this particular doctor and get him to write more shit about me. Oh FFS! 

I don't even know what they want anymore. I told the bloke to send a letter to my financial guru (adviser) as well as to me, and I can discuss it with him. I emailed him this afternoon telling him that there was a letter coming, and what was said in the phone call. Am just at my wits end with this. 

Being on the tail end of Shingles doesn't help either. Tonight I'm feeling defeated and upset. 

Think I'll go up the road and buy a nice big steak for dinner, some fresh baby potatoes. Reckon that will help my mood.

Simon emailed and his daughter is doing much better than he thought. Said he might even be back earlier. Have missed him being there the last couple of nights.