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Embracing the suck...
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You love me! You really love me....ok my friends, I have been convinced to continue on, I must be careful of course, about what I write, but I shall still try to keep it informative or entertaining.
I believe I left off with me being taken away from the line companies and put in the Aid Station here on base. AT first I was resentful of this move because in my own mind there is a certain prestige that goes with being a Line medic. Your an independent medic, the soldiers all call you "Doc" and all the responsibilties for medical treatment rest on your shoulders. I like the idea of that. I wanted to be where the action was going to be, making the most difference. Really that is the wrong way to look at it. I know that whatever role I as a medic am playing over here, I'm going to make a difference. So I have been adjusting to my new role and actually I'm getting more hands-on time with patients than I would on the line.
What I find amusing is that in this Infantry unit there are alot of boys/men who really miss there moms/wives/girlfriends. Not in the way you are thinking though, I am noticing how dirty and unkempt these guys are away from home and must assume that the only reason they survive as long as they do is because of the grooming done at home. Seriously we had one soldier show up that said he had started losing his hearing in his left ear way back during our training in Mississippi. He said slowly he has lost all hearing in his left ear and that 2 weeks ago all hearing was gone, He was completely deaf in his left ear. after examining his ear we flushed out enough cotton to equal the tips of 4 complete Q-tips. Miraculously we had restored his hearing and he left singing our praises, biggest smile on his face from the miracle we had performed. I've had to dig Q-tips out of ears and cut out ingrown toenails, treated Gingivitis....all kinds of things that are breaking our soldiers down, now that they are away from home. my guess is that someone else back home was helping direct thier health care at home, and now they are lost without them. Have no fear though, we will keep them up and running until the army releases them back into your care, poor things, so lost without you.
So, I'll be blogging, I'll try to keep it a little more tame for goober, thank-you all for your support, for reminding me that my platoon motto was "embrace the suck" (winks at tabitha), and thats what its all about...things suck sometimes, make the best of it by embracing it.
Who here needs an ass grab, my hands been itchin' for some, I swear it'll put a smile on yer face. Troy
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sticking my head up quick...
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Hello friends, just checking in to let you all know I appreciate your support. I will be home soon [for a 2-week vacation] and will be giving Dave some more pics to post, but that will probably be the last update. Im not going to blog anymore because this company has put up to much red tape for me to write anything I would want to write about. If you want to know how hot it is here, there is a weather channel for that, besides my writing about how hot it is might sound like like low morale, and we all know that a soldiers morale is NEVER low, we are always happy. I wanted to write something interesting and the company finds issues with what I find interesting, so, unfortunatly for us, they have effectively ended this for me. Take care and by next year hopefully this will all be over for me. Troy |
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caution......
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Ok my people, I had a post up here that would have got alot of people mad at me, I called my buddy Dave and he talked me down, made me think a little...dammit, so I deleted it and wrote this instead. Basically I was gonna slap the face of the bully who could kick my ass so Im gonna wait a bit and see how my new job unfolds, I have been taken away from being a line medic...Im in the company sick call now. Im not going to go into details yet...Im sure that my Minnesota brothers who who have escaped to fairer places will tell you that where I am now, compared to where I was is like getting kicked in the balls, especially with who Ill be working with now. I may talk about that more later.
When I started this website, it was supposed to be informative, my old archives go through my experiences in basic training and AIT. I think that my story going through basic, is great, people who have been through it had commented I brought back memories....I loved that and was encouraged to revive it when finding out I was going to deploy. This time my focus was going to be on what it was like to deploy (having never done it), and especially my exposure to another culture, and new people, beliefs, what I thought about our being here, and how I saw that we were helping the people here become a dependent, democratic society. I am not allowed to write much of anything....I talk about Latrines, and my camera, so I dont ruffle the feathers of those above me, but mostly my hands are tied, and it really takes the motivation outta my sails.
Dave reminded me about the big picture and the goals I wanted to accomplish while Im here....I may not be able to write about my experience here, but I cant let my fight with Goober, and the stumbling blocks that keep getting thrown in my way, stop me from learning as much as I can from this experience. One of the main reasons I went through basic training was to put a challenge in front of me that I didnt know if I could pass, I wanted to come out the other end stronger for it and I believe that I did. Rather than slap the bully and take a beating, Im just going to just refocus my efforts on what I am trying to do here, Ill let the Goobers spend thier time reading my blog and fucking with me while they are in Iraq, and Ill focus on Iraq for them. My real job is a medic. not a journalist...my spelling should give that away, so Ill focus on my job, do what Im told, and try to get out of here in one piece.
I was told today that Im being taken off the line and I reacted swiftly with a blog about all the crap happening under the surface here you guys dont hear about. Best I keep that to myself for now, and take my new job, all the while gritting my teeth, waiting for this deployment to end, and get back to my original company.
Take care people, Ill be blogging again, if they have a problem with what Im saying then so be it, Ill just keep trudging on, doing the right thing. T-Dawg out. |
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last blog.
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This will be my last blog. I was dragged into the priciples office again for something I wrote recently, and I am done giving them the satiafaction of busting a soldier when I know Im not doing anything wrong. if I cant write what I want to write then im not going to do it at all. Sorry my friends, I really enjoyed writing, but they have sucked the joy out of it for me and if I keep going this way id end up with an article 15 for all I know, and it isnt worth losing money and rank over, because I wont win anyway. Take care of yourselves and keep in touch with your loved ones over here. Peace, Troy. (leaves room without even looking at an ass).  |
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quick update
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Hello my loyal followers, I am just writing to let you know I haven't forgotten about you, I was unable to be near a computer for the past couple days to write.....read into that however you want, thanks to Goober I'll need to be more vague. I'm sure that I'll have something more brilliant and witty given some time and sleep, just letting you all know that it is getting hotter here and that makes doing our jobs (which I may or may not have been doing the last couple days) a lot more miserable...although for goobers sake I'm not complaining, as the temperature rises so does my morale, lately my morale has been over 120 degrees plus, in full armour, in a humvee....I miss home, I think about sitting in a large pool of cool water alot, much like the one in Vegas I'll be soaking in, when I come home in OPSEC days from now. Sounds like Nygaard and King are settling in, glad to hear that. Take care people. Troy. |
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