Update–I'm not dead.

It’s been awhile since I posted.  I do have an excuse.  I’ve been sick.  I still am, but at least I’m getting better now.  But last week I was feeling really bad.  I missed (parts of) two days of work, and anyone who knows anything about the military knows that that doesn’t happen often.  Someone has to be really sick.  Even to get one day off.

Monday I was allowed to go home early, but it didn’t help.  I got worse.  Tuesday I was told to go to Medical.  I didn’t want to, because I thought they’d just send me back to work.  If that was the case, why leave work and go waste an hour or two waiting in line at Medical and seeing the doctor?  Why not just stay at work and get my work done and go home?  But I was just sitting in my chair staring at the wall, not being aware of much around me, not being capable of being aware of much around me.  So they (my colleagues and supervisor) made me go.  And lo and behold Medical didn’t make me go back to work.  They made me SIQ (sick in quarters–in other words, they sent me home).  On my ship they wouldn’t let you be SIQ unless you had over 101F temperature.  I knew I didn’t have that high a fever.  It turned out I did have a fever, but it was 99F.  And since my average temperature runs low, the equivalent was probably higher.

So anyway I went home.  And very gradually I’ve been getting well.  I was diagnosed with “acute upper respiratory infection”  which in the vernacular means “the respiratory crud.”  Or a bad cold.  A really bad cold.  I don’t know what the “acute” part means, but they put that on the paper they fill out when you see the doctor and then put in your medical record.  And I didn’t have to wait as long as I expected, either.  Maybe they had me jump the line.  Or maybe it wasn’t that long.

I missed two weeks of Tae-kwon-do, too, which doesn’t make me happy.  Not only did I pay for those classes, but they’re fun, too, and I was just getting caught up to the other students who’d started before me.  Now I’ll have to catch up again.

This is me rambling because I don’t really have anything to say.

One last item of personal news:  Jeremy is gone again.  He was gone for a week attending a conference in California, came back on a Sunday and the following Thursday was gone again, this time to a ship.  He’ll be there until March.  So I will spend Christmas alone this year.  Along with how many other of my fellow sailors and soldiers, etc?  And how about their families back home?  It can be hard this time of year.  For all of us.  So if you have any extra prayers for us this time of year, you can offer them, only don’t just pray for me, pray for all of us.  There’s a lot of families separated these holidays.  There’s a lot of people spending Christmas in a tent or on a ship and working, even in harm’s way.  (Jeremy almost certainly won’t be in harm’s way, in case you were wondering–there’s not much out there that will mess with an American warship, or would even be able to mess with an American warship.)

Ok, and now that I’ve made both mothers worried….

Merry Christmas, everybody!