19th day in a row completed today...so tired I can barely move. Feel nauseous and I know it's just complete exhaustion. A good night's sleep and a teeny bit of sleeping in and I'll be good to go again.
I am treating myself to at least part of a day off - free play luring me to Jackson and I've saved lunch money for a month to have a little to play with. Plan to go big and go home....have a nice meal and then hopefully get back home in time to put in at least a few hours at work. It's budget time again and it's just a long haul - always has been, always will be.
What else is new....let's see. Wait. I need to go read where I left off.
Sometime in April - I think it was April - B. dislocated his knee. Slipped on dirt. He was OK - in a brace for a bit. But after appropriate resting, it still wasn't great - and MRI confirmed a tear in his medial patellar retinaculum.
I'm not really sure which side - there's one on both sides of the knee cap.
Surgery was yesterday and J. flew to El Paso this morning to stay with B. in a hotel near the base until his post-op check next Tuesday. They will both come home on Wednesday and B. will be able to stay with us for a few weeks - convalescence leave.
There was a lot of drama leading up to the surgery - most of the base is at training in Georgia and for awhile, it seemed that B. would have to wait even longer for the surgery because he was required to go. Base Chief Officer directive. B.'s direct supervisors were encouraging B. to go to the oversight office (I can't think of the name of the officer) 'cuz that would likely result in the Base Chief getting in trouble for forcing some guys to go. Instead of doing that, B. made an appointment with the Chief and after explaining the situation - how B. was continuing to work but was in pain daily - and the maneuvers in Georgia would include marching with 150 lbs. backpacks on - a sure fire way to wreck the knee further. The CO agreed - and excused B. from the maneuvers. So surgery happened on time.
H. is working - getting three to four shifts a week. He sleeps at the oddest times and seemingly sleeps forever - but he says he feels OK. He's talking about going back to school - but it's likely all talk. J. and I are not assisting. If he does it, he will do it entirely. It's getting old. He's 8 months post-treatment and has no goals; no plans; no nothing. He takes advantage of us - and we let him. He was within six weeks of his 'must be out on your own' date when he got sick last April - and I can feel that ultimatum is approaching again. Love him but it's time.
April, 2015, will be remembered as the month I felt like crap. Sick most of the month - the flu/cold that I got took forever to resolve and it's the same for many other people I know who got whatever it was I/we got. Even with a flu shot, it knocked me for a loop. Still using inhalers and taking all kinds of allergy stuff. People always said that Tracy (the city we live in) would likely result in developing serious allergies at some point - and that's what's happened, I guess. Kleenex is my friend.
So I'm home alone - well, H. is here....but he's out and about. It's approaching 9PM and I'm heading up to bed shortly. Not sure if my Jackson day will be tomorrow or Sunday - I've been thinking Sunday all week....but....
I'll just have to wait and see what I feel like in the morning. I made progress at work today and I might want to just go in and keep that momentum going.
Hoping to post more - 'cuz this is a blog of my life and memories and a lot happened in the past few weeks that I've missed/forgotten by not posting. Darn it.
