decisions, decision... i eventually went with "make it on time to inspection". it was alright, actually. but then, upon returning to my office, i was reminded that i had two hours to get to the medical base for that appointment.
*HURRIED*
waiting for the bus, i noticed a soldier on a passing bus making obscene gestures - it took me a while to register him as the crazy dude from our prefab.
i got off the bus at the exact time my appointment was set for, so i had to walk super-fast (caused me shin splints). ran into a couple of people i know on the way, but i was late so i was kinda rude. walked past roadkill that was once a cat, which had been ripped apart in such a way as to expose all the internal organs. i don't know if they'd had time to dry, or what, but they actually looked like good, quality meat. made me hungry.
anyway, my appointment turned out to be with the head of the clinic, and i only had to wait an hour. the appointment took ages, with him constantly checking things on the computer and then checking me physically for corresponding things. i was essentially interviewed on the authenticity of my "claims".
he's given me a referral to a more specific orthopaedist, a referral for the pain clinic, and a recommendation to drop my medical profile and exempt me from any work outside the office.
respect.
i was in complete shock by the time he finished with me - i can't believe somebody actually took the time to review my case. i bussed back to base in a daze.
i spent the afternoon playing gta (the mission to steal a tank drove me nuts), and playing volleyball. i actually beat the kid in a 15 minute bout of gta. and the volleyball was great fun.
i bussed back to mmf's, showered, and rested. i couldn't bring myself to get back into uniform, so i had to pay for the bus to work. just had a rather unimpressive supper (i discovered i don't like pene), and am planning on spending the night-shift watching fights and playing mindless games.
maybe napping. but i think it'll be too busy.
Dude, if a dead cat makes you hungry then you seriously have to do something about that army food!
ReplyDeleteBTW: have you cockpunched those poker cheating bastards yet?
i really wish there was something to be done about the army food. so does every other soldier.
ReplyDeleteas for the cockpunching, as i said i find it an inappropriate response. and i like the guys. consider this a formal request for a post explaining the evils of poker cheating - especially when the two people doing it don't know anybody else's cards. surely only the house gets fucked?
sorry, I didn't read your last comment. I'd love to do a post on the evils of online poker cheating. Could you send me a mail explaining exactly what these guys did and how they were cheating. I'm just having a little trouble seeing how only the house gets screwed.
ReplyDeleteAbout those blues riff? I supose I should scroll down and read you other comments
cheers
totally printed that riff out, but what about timeing? That's what the mp3's for!
ReplyDeleteI've got a good one myself, I'm not sure exactlt how it goes but I'll let you know.
trust me, you do it once and you'll get the timing ;)
ReplyDeletefrom what i understand, all the guys were doing was informing each other of their cards. essentially (to my mind) that means that they were playing everybody except themselves. what have i missed?