...hello Seaman Recruit Crossman, who completed boot camp at Recruit Training Command, Great Lakes, IL! After an interesting 8 weeks, I'm done, completed, graduated, and officially a United States Sailor. "Interesting" is the best description for it. It both failed and exceeded my expectations. Much less PT than I expected and what I might even classify as overfeeding, I think overall I may have just gained weight. I think for me, it was a change in how I percieve myself, my capabilities, and who I define myself as. I never would have thought three months ago I'd be able to do the things I've learned. I performed as a flag in graduations in a special marching division. I'm now a basically trained firefighter. I can rig mooring lines to bring a ship in to port or get it underway. The dissapointing parts? Pain-in the ass busywork that never felt like it would end. Reveille sometime between 0400 and 0600, taps at 2200, everything inbetween done in the most difficult and lengthy manner possible, and having to put up with a bunch of jackass 18-year-olds throughout the whole thing.
In a week or two I'll get two weeks of leave to come home and see all my friends, drink, play video games, and most importantly: relax and enjoy the company of my great family who's been so supportive through all of this. More later!
And two more appointments to go. Everything is falling in to place perfectly. I started calling around doctors on Monday to see who was available to take me the soonest, managed to get the appointment I went to today, a one-day wait! It gets better: after my appointment this morning I went home with the order for the Upper GI, called the place, and got an appointment for tomorrow morning, no wait at all. So, as soon as I get the results in from the upper GI series (and provided they are passing), my doctor will certify that I do not have GERD and am otherwise fit for military duty.
What's dissappointing, though, is that I wish they'd just told me to go see a private doctor tuesday morning and saved some hassles throughout the day. Regardless, they worked admirably to get the waiver through as it stood, bringing in everyone from my recruiter to the Command Master Chief of MEPS-Phoenix. Now finally their hard work will pay off. My wife is excited, my family is excited and finally supportive, and I'm so eager and excited that I'm giddy. It just may really happen! More to come...
I got to pull a crazed meth-addict off fo my wife Saturday. How did your weekend go? Don't worry, I wasn't on the bad side of this cop encounter. While out of town, my wife and I went to go see a movie in Pinetop, then we stopped into a Safeway on our way back to Heber to get some Starbucks inside. On our way through the parking lot, this black Bronco almost ran us over in the parking lot and my wife said "watch where you're going", the lady responded something and called her "fattie". Anyways, we went inside, got our coffee, didn't think anything of it. After we got our drinks we continued on into the store and here the lady comes toting a bag of ice and a shopping bag and said "you need to learn some manners little girl". We ignored her, and then she clocked Brandy with a bag of f*n ice! They immediately locked on to each other, Brandy smashed her drink into the side of the woman's face. Brandy was trying to rip her nappy hair out, she was clawing the back of Brandy's neck and wailing on her face. I came up from behind and simultaneously put her into a headlock and pinned her left arm back. A bystander pulled Brandy away and I pushed my knee into the back of hers bringing her to the ground softly. After about a minute I tightened my grip and asked her if she's going to do anything further if I released her. The headlock was of the "sleeper hold" variety so she nodded yes and was quite cooperative, probably because she was about a minute from going nighty night. I let her go and she stumbled out of the store. I wasn't worried about restraining her til the cops arrived because for one, I don't have the right to detain someone and two, this all happened in front of several dozen witnesses and it's a small town. The cops were able to get all the info they need about the lady from the witnesses (30+) and the Show-Low PD as well as the Navajo County Sherrif's department is on the lookout for the vehicle (as well as the woman).
Who the hell does that? I still can't believe it all happened. Brandy's got some minor bruising on her face and the back of her head and some scratches on the back of her neck from Ms. Meth's nails. No concussion. I just got some claw marks on my arm where the crazy b*ch broke the skin (which I promptly disinfected). Unfortunately, she probably doesn't have a mark on her. I restrained myself from doing a LOT more to this woman, luckily my kid wasn't there. When the police catch her she's going down for assault, battery, and disorderly conduct. What's amazing to me, though, is that everyone in the store just stood there except for that one woman who took Brandy away from the scene. She also managed to get the phone number of the "for sale" sign on the back of the bronco and call 911, all before the series of events finished. Everyone else just watched it all play out.
It all began last Thursday. I woke up at 0600 to be at the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS): I had a date with the ASVAB. My previous testing in 2000 left me with a score of 98, an excellent score since the highest possible percentile is 99. I began testing at 7, finished at 8 two hours early and again scored a 98. Excellent, so I went back to the recruiters and filled out paperwork for the next five hours. All set, next stop: the physical.
Sunday I got up at around 1100 and went to work, and got off at midnight. Got home around 0145 after buying some rockstar for the coming day. 0500, the fun began. The Petty Officer picked me up at 0515, and we treked off to downtown Phoenix to MEPS again. This time I turned left for the medical and began my next long day. While sitting down and filling out the medical disclosure form, I listed that I had recently taken protonix, a prescription antacid. Later that morning when sitting with the Dr, he asked what Protonix was and I said heartburn. He wrote down GERD (gastro-esophagal reflux disease). Oops. Seems that is permanently disqualifying. I also mentioned that I had a kidney stone in 2002. Oops again. The Dr filled out a "pink slip" for the waiver for kidney stones with the box checked as "waiver recommended" and sent me on my way - to work, where I sat again until 0000 and to bed around 2.
So the next day Petty Officer C. picked me up again, this time at 0600, and we headed back to MEPS to get the order for a KUV abdominal X-ray to check for additional kidney stones. We were back at MEPS at 9 after completing this - no stones found. Great! I thought it was all done with. Nope. Next they submitted my now-large file to the chiefs downstairs and began my *real* processing.
WTF, you can't join the military if you have heartburn??? So we waited, and waited, and they involved nearly the entire chain of command at MEPS to try and get this through. I made a total of six handwritten statements about why I used Protonix, how I got Protonix, how the word GERD came to be in my file, and my current health. Still denied. I finally got home around 1930, tired as hell from my trials at MEPS and happy to see my son I hadn't seen awake since Sunday. Skipped the remainder of work because I was way too god damn tired, went to Wal-Mart and bought some Hornsby's and went to bed at midnight.
So that's been my week. I was HOPING to have the grand announcement that I was now a member of the united States Navy. Oh well, not yet. In order to join now, I need to go see my own physician and get an Upper GI ordered showing that I do *not* have GERD, and then I'm set, GERD being the only remaining roadblock.
is extremely effective! I've got all my piercings out and am wearing a nice tucked-in shirt and my hair is "normal". Everyone thinks I was on an interview and actually yelling "oh my god, he's got a collared shirt on." "Did you go to an Interview?" "Yea, he's got his piercings out, it's an interview" "He's even got his hair done!"... but I was just doing some hunting and never actually got to show my polished self anywhere. Not yet anyways :) I'm amazed that within 5 seconds of walking into the building, a dozen people noticed. I'm going to miss this place, lot of friends here.
Today sucks. First I got up and drove Brandy to get my car which I hope she didn't leave at our house. Then I played Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Then, I left for work and went to QuikTrip on the way and bought cigarettes, a fountain drink (Mountain Dew and a dash of cherry syrup) and a 3.875oz bag of Habanero Doritos. Then I went to work, logged into the phone, and ruined my day. On my first break I called Brandy, twice. On my lunch I decided to try out the 3-items-for-two-dollars at AM/PM, from their hot food selection. I had a jalapeno-cheese-corn-dog, a hot dog, and a cheeseburger. I think the cheeseburger was made with the teeth of poor north-korean children, because there were several hard things in it. Overall, I think the meal is going to cause me to spend a great deal of time on the toilet. I also called Brandy twice. I then got told by my boss "We will discuss conditions of employment very soon." I took my second break early and smoked, threw my phone which survived. I did not call Brandy. Now I am going home from work.
Spent 12:00 frantically searching for a gas station in Scottsdale, but then I got to spend 12:40 and beyond with my wife and some friends, and tonight (Saturday, that is), I'll be at Anderson's for my birthday! It'd be awesome to see some of you tonight. Yay me!
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So as of a couple weeks ago I had three "points" on my attendance record at work. A call-out is one point, a tardy or leave-early (besides when it's offered) are 0.5 points. Three is fine. Last week I get in late and then have to take the next two days off for illness, the two together count as 1, so I should be at 4.5. Nope, he digs up a bunch of other shit that my old supervisor didn't care about, and I'm at 6. 6 is final written the first time you hit it, or insta-term the second time you hit it.
I logged into the phone at 3:01 because i was reading through his emails today instead of 3:00 and he's on my ass, I think he's about to fire me. I need to find a new job NOW and avoid the bullet if it is indeed coming. Suggestions.
I guess I feel OK about everything, dealing with last night better than I thought I would, even though my moodiness states the contrary. The moodiness may also be in-part because I got 4 hours of sleep.
I got my hour lunch back, Mike Hess re-fixed it.
The new Manson album blows so far, but I haven't really listened to it thoroughly.
Went to lunch for my mom's birthday and upon leaving I picked up Scott and his entire backside was covered in diarreah. All over the inside of his shirt, got all over my hands and arms...how the fuck do you get poop on your shoulderblades??? That was thoroughly disgusting.
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So my Dr. guesses she's found the cause for the vomiting. Advanced reflux. I still find it hard to believe since A. in the same appointment she said that I need to find a new Dr. since they're not taking my insurancde anymore and B. because I don't have any freakin heartburn. Then she explained the findings as a near precursor to Barrett's esophagus. Makes a bit more sense I guess? Basically, my gastroesophageal junction is busted. It still doesnt explain everything though, like the mucus or why the food that comes up can be up to 2 days old and undigested, but whatever.
Might not even matter since the primary cause of this, stress, seems to be fixed. Not to divulge a ton of detail on the matter, but Brandy and I have been through a ton over the past two months, and of the two obvious options society tells us we have, we chose a third alternative and we're both happy with it. It feels like we just completed a puzzle with a million pieces and for once, they form a coherent picture we both like. For the first time in two months there aren't any lingering feelings of guilt or pain or fear. Guess I have to start going back to the gym again, though :)
So, this whole thing is kinda weird. I'm not sure where my new boundaries are at home. Not sure if I'm supposed to just do my own thing and play quiet as if I were a roomate, or if I should actually be working harder than I was before to keep the remains of 7 years alive. I'm not sure that if I ever regained it all, would it still be the same thing I wanted all along, or is that gone forever?
I don't know where I'm supposed to sleep, it feels.. odd just trying to lay there like everything's like it used to be, especially wondering about the unknown at the same time. Should I wear pajamas? do my greetings and goodbyes change? am I out of place to ask questions? do I want to know answers? is it even any of my business? I'm guessing yes, yes, yes, no, and no? This is so hard. How am I supposed to suddenly be a platonic friend after almost a decade? The knowledge that what happens from here is beyond my control makes it worse. I just want the "right answer" but honestly, I'm terrified of where this is going and I'm not sure if I'm still up for this kind of adventure after everything else that's happened. I just don't know anymore... my confidence, optimism, and trust are gone.