Progress might have been alright once, but it has gone on too long
3 08 2008Not much new to report. I figured this post’ll be an update of the last week.
I’m still okay. Better than 8 months ago, but still not good/well. I still have pain, trouble walking, and the neurological symptoms I had before, the intensity of each proportionate to level of activity. The Restoril isn’t working quite as well as it once did. Hopefully a higher dose will.
Wife and I had our second anniversary. We each got 3Gs. I finally started the novel. It’s coming along very well. I’m actually a bit surprised at how easy it is to write fiction.
After a lot of tinkering I submitted my application for priesthood to the Abbot and Prior of my Order.
Still haven’t heard anything from the Army re: My status/disposition of my MEB/PEB. Why should I know, right? It’s only my wife and my future plans in suspense. It’s not just a part time job, it’s a huge fucking annoyance, I mean adventure.
My brother got back from AT. These retards got the smack down from 1st Army for putting their people in FOBs. Idiots. I’ve never understood why some, and this seems common in the Army and Marine Corps, make silently enduring and in some instances requesting poor treatment into some sort of virtue. I think it just makes one a pussy or a masochist. The justification Cody got from his ’superiors’ had something to do with ‘keeping it real.’ Too bad keeping it real in Iraq and Afghanistan got nothing to do with tent cities, as everyone’s in barracks or trailers. And by the way, living in a tent for two weeks for no good reason doesn’t make anyone tougher.
I have another neurosurgeon appt next week. I can’t be sure, but I have a feeling he’s going to recommend fusion, possibly multiple-level. I’ll be sure to update next week.
