I don't think I can survive another week

I'm not sure why it always amazes me so much but it seems as stuck as I am, the rest of the world keeps going. Life goes on even when it doesn't feel like I'm living it - or even participating. I called the day after our "transfer" and still couldn't get in to see our RE until the end of next week. I really don't think I can handle waiting until then. It's not that I actually want to hear what he has to say (i'm guessing it will be something like "your eggs are super crap") but I need to hear it so that we can move forward. Whatever that means.