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Sunday, June 22, 2008
dying but okay?
even though i'm feeling really, really horrible, and in spite of it being over a week without improvement, i've been told that if it's not getting worse, then i can't do anything more than wait patiently.
for another month, and that's just for the first appointment.
quote for the day (not mine): "money is the only thing that one doesn't put in one's mouth"
the conversation concerning my commander's perceived attitude towards me went something along these lines:
"she wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, and that's not because it's impolite"
"she'd be standing holding the match"
"and laughing maniacally"
she's the only thing that stands between me and the next phase of the course i'm in, and what she doesn't know is that for me there won't be another opportunity. i'm going to need to have a chat with her tomorrow.
we witnessed the french president and his apparently gorgeous wife (i was sitting in the crap seats and missed everything) arriving today, and every minute until that happened (and most of them afterwards) was tortured and prolonged. too hot, too sick, too many people complaining about how the shifts don't work for them. i tried.
yesterday:
i didn't feel up to anything when i woke up, and eventually i sms'ed my mom's best friend's daughter to say i wasn't up to seeing her. she's a doctor, and brooked no argument in making a house call. it was amusing and awkward to go through a checkup at home in israel.
she declared me fit, with a couple of suggestions that i just know the army doctors won't take seriously, and we went out for sushi. we spent the afternoon chatting, moving to coffee and then to the beach with the kid, and it was really nice.
last night i met up with sammy and we went to a farewell for an ex-co-worker, and it was great seeing everyone again. i wore my new shirt [above], and so far almost everyone who's seen it finds it really amusing.
one of the guys gave me an interesting idea: open a store at cafepress, he said. hmmm.
i'm now off to the hostel again, this time i've showered first to make things easier.
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