So now I'm fretting over the wait for the medical and security clearance. They aren't insignificant, and are - at this point - totally out of my control.
I'm worried about some comment an old friend might make, or some stupid thing I did as a kid that might come back to haunt me. I'm worried about a medical condition of which I am currently unaware surfacing during the medical clearance process. I've gone so far as to virtually convince myself that all this blood, sweat and toil (so far no tears) will be for naught as that One Little Thing will derail the entire process for me and I'll be out on my can, never able to qualify for the Foreign Service again.
In a way, it's much like my OA day: Long periods of stressful waiting for the inevitable short bursts of intense activity, followed by long periods of stressful waiting. It's really rather manic, and also rather maddening.