I had so much invested in Eduardo's appointment at the embassy last Wednesday. Unfortunately things didn't go according to plan. Big surprise? Not really. It's taken me a few days to recover and move on to be able to even put this post together.
Apparently when hubby talked with the psychiatrist last week, the guy flat out lied to him. He had said he had spoken with the medical doctor and that everything was fine and the papers had been sent on to the embassy. Well, the embassy never received the reports, which means my husband's case still is not complete. They did make a call to the doctor's office and found out the doctor had the papers, but they had not been signed.
The embassy did however have Eduardo do everything else he would need to in order to get his visa and all our documents were turned in and reviewed and we had all that in order. Yay! (I was nervous about that). So according to the embassy, once they receive the medical reports, they will send off the passport to hubby in the mail.
Eduardo did still make a visit to the doctor's office to find out what the hell had possibly happened. They claim that the psychiatrist did not even send the papers until Monday and they had just received them on Tuesday, which was not enough time to forward them on to the embassy by the Wednesday morning appt. The doctor was busy and hadn't had time to look at them. Also, once the doctor looks at them, Eduardo will have to go to the office and sign the papers as well.
He called on Friday to check on the progress, but the office was closed of course. He is going to try again tomorrow, Monday. Hopefully we can get those papers off to the embassy ASAP!
Everyone has been great and really positive, but it was a huge blow for me. It may seem like a minor setback, but when your whole life is on hold and you are hanging on with everything you've got, the little things feel huge. I think both Eduardo and I are almost getting numb to this process now and I don't think that's a good thing.
I don't feel positive and I don't feel negative about it now. It hurts too much to get let down and it takes too much energy to be angry and mad about it. So I'm just waiting. I don't know how else to describe it. For the first time in this process I don't even hardly feel like talking about it anymore. And I sure do like to talk! lol.
Hopefully one day soon I can get on here and share with you that my husband is home. One day soon....