I've heard three different opinions on what caused the adverse reaction to the medication, including one that stated it wasn't the medication at all. I don't know what to think. All I know is that was absolutely terrifying and I don't want a repeat performance. The doc agreed to not start me on anything new until after I come back from leave.
In the meantime... I have an outpatient session to go to for the rest of the week. Just thinking about it makes me anxious. I don't know what to expect, I don't know if it'll help, I don't know if this is something I really want to do. Everyone says it will help, I've already been signed up, so all I have to do is show up. I don't even have to be in uniform, and I don't have to stay in my own barracks.
Still, nervous. Scared, even. It's way past my bedtime and I'd wide awake, thoughts racing. Driver is on a mission. Wolf is at his new duty station. Friends need/want to sleep. I'm scared and I want some comfort. I want to be okay.
They asked for volunteers, so I volunteered. I deployed and spent a year in the sandbox. I came home. The Army decided I was too broken to serve any longer and gave me temporary medical retirement. I'm a civilian again and married right back in. My husband is gearing to deploy. In the meantime, I have a strange love-hate relationship with the Army. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it doesn't.
About Me
- Techno
- I'm a contradiction all by myself. Soldier and student. Stargazer and computer geek. Boots and music. Paper pusher and globetrotter. It all works out in the end.
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A bit of history...
There was a call for volunteers to deploy in Spring of 2006. I volunteered, was selected, passed the screening process, and was sent to reclassification training to go from being a bandsman to a human resource specialist. After graduation, I was home for roughly a month. I met the rest of my new unit right before we were sent to mobilization training. Once validated, we were sent overseas in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
I left university, quit my job, dumped my foreign boyfriend, and said a few very painful goodbyes. But I don't regret it one bit.
In early August, I was MEDEVAC'd out of the desert. My unit was just a few weeks away from going home. Now my only job is to get better. The irony is that they returned to their homes before I did.The Army has offered me disability and temporary retirement pay. I'm taking it. Bye bye combat boots.
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