tornados and rain...

Yes, there's been some interesting storms here. Apparently 54 people died in various tornado touch-downs in the surrounding states.

I live in a trailer, so that makes it even more interesting.

I love the sound of rain, of thunder, and watching the patterns the wind creates in rainfall as it lands. So naturally I was thrilled when I heard the booms from my bunk by the open window. I grabbed one of the many ancient computer chairs and took it back to one of the mini-porches, made a caraffe of tea (Chai - it felt like that kind of morning), took my pipe and my iPod for some easy listening and watched the rain fall and clouds spin around for an hour or so.

Of course the good times couldn't last long - sirens started going off all around base, and pretty soon we had staff sergeants running around, telling everyone to up and go to the stupid

basements in the regular barracks accross the street. So I grabbed up my laptop (hell, if my trailer is gonna be toasted, I want to take some stuff with me, right?) and joined the running crowd towards Echo company, and spent a good deal of time sitting in hot and crowded basement illuminated by chem lights, ignoring everyone and listening to Marrocan music.

Other news. I got busted for having a beer in my locker, and am confined to barracks for a while (except in emergencies like this), and I don't have a broken femor, I have a broken ischium in my pelvis. Cool. I hope to get out of this place soon...

More of the Same, Again

The limbo continues.

When people ask, I tell them "yes, I might be coming home soon", but that is simply due to an outcome of a construct of events I've formed in my own mind which has yet to be put to practice in reality. The facts are these:
I finished my medical profile, without getting a bone scan or a return to duty slip. After a week of hard running and hard PT, I'm in more pain than I ever was before. Having mentally resigned myself to my inability to complete OCS until I've healed up, I went to the hospital this weekend to get a bone scan. Only that department isn't open until Tuesday. So I've got to go in Tuesday, make an appointment, get the scan, take the results to the doctor that told me to get one in the first place, get a 30 day+ profile, redo my Army contract as an enlisted position, get a new MOS, get sent home, report to AIT and begin a new career as an enlisted soldier rather than an officer.

You see, OCS doesn't like broken soldiers. If you get broken, you get kicked out. New rule, it sucks, but it's a rule. Oh well. The money would have been nice.

So in the mean time? I sit here, doing the shitty details all day, praying that I survive the Intense PT every morning and afternoon, and wait for the weekends when I can sleep in.

The weekends aren't that interesting either. There is nothing to do here, except shop - and that is dangerous because I don't have much money, not after Paypal got that large chunk and haven't given it back to me yet. I'd go for walks (there are some actually nice parks near the officer's district) but it's a bit too painful to be enjoyable. I'm out of movies, and am tired of paying for internet (again with the money thing).

As usual, I'm slowly fighting the war against insanity of inactivity. I'm over trying to be an officer. Give me an enlisted job, and just fucking send me to war already, please?