Shadows and such

It turns out the shadow looming over me the other day is shaped like a shoe. The underwriters of the home loan are being very particular about every last detail. Gone are the days of throwing money at sub prime candidates. Never mind that Chris has near perfect credit. The underwriters need an accounting of the gaps in Chris's job history over the last two years. I wonder how professional it would be to refer them to the blog? They now need further proof that Chris has worked for the companies listed as previous employers. It doesn't matter that they have copies of his pay stubs. We'll have to wait while forms are faxed to former employers and wait a little longer while former employers fill out the forms on their own schedules. There are forms that I must now fill out since I'm contributing to the down payment. I'll also have to provide copies of financial paperwork obtained from the bank once my check clears his account. I've bought a house before. It's generally not this tedious.

Our lending liaison is now saying that we'll need more time to get all of this done. She's saying things like "contract extension". I no longer have warm and fuzzy feelings toward her. Chris and I are up against a hard deadline with the closing date we chose and we're making a herculean effort to be sure that everything goes off on time. Unfortunately, we're dealing with second and third parties that could care less what the current situation is. Welcome to life.

If you couldn't tell, I feel about three centimeters tall in a room filled with falling dominoes.

I did see my doctor today and things haven't changed much from last month. My liver function is still elevated, which is distressing. I asked if it was still a result of medications or if my liver is just damaged from all of the chemo that I've had. He said it could be either. I suspect that I'm headed for another liver biopsy if things remain the same. My red blood cell count is up to 3.34 M/UL, hemoglobin is 11.5 g/dL, and white blood cells are 5.9 1000/ul.

I pointedly asked my doctor if he saw anything at all to be concerned about, since we were planning on closing on a house. He said I look better every time he sees me and that I need to live my life. I would sincerely love to, but I'm feeling a little defeated by this latest setback. Ironic that I've had two transplants and more chemo than anyone should have to endure and I'm letting a handful of bureaucrats rain soiled cat litter on me.