I am moving around slowly, painfully. But it's something, which is better than nothing right now.
When I woke up, the first question I asked was how many holes they cut. Two. My doctor didn't see me for hours afterwards. I laid in bed for hours wondering why there were only two holes. Was it that bad that nothing could be done? Was there anything to be found. What they found was a normal female pelvis. Which means another specialist, more tests.
A male nurse talked to me while I was in the ward. He mentioned how I must be frustrated by now. Apparently there have been ten cases in the last six months of females with pelvic pain but no apparent cause. The end of the road for me may be Mental Health, again.
Frustrated is an understatement.
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
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- 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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