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?