Just got back from a two day vacation in the VA hospital here. They punched so goddamn many holes in me. I feel like a pincushion. Two ultrasounds one MRI. So many medical types hovering around my bed I thought it was gonna be the end. But they managed to bring me back around and I'm still fucking here. You guys have to put up with me, a little longer.
You guys stay safe and as happy as this life will allow.
You think that was a pain in the butt. While I was in there last week. I had to pee really bad but couldn't get it started. Those medical types decided a catheter was the trick. You talk about pain I was doing some serious, squirming and squealing. After it was in place, the pain went away and so did 2 L of piss. They had to change the catch bag within the first 2 minutes. They told me it wasn't a record, but it was sure enough to give me some pain. That night was the first night I slept the whole night without having to get up two or three times to take a piss, in a very long time.
You guys stay safe and as happy as this life will allow.
In the Alaska Anchorage outpatient clinic, there was a med tech that did blood draws. He told me that he was a Vietnam combat medic and working with the Marines in Vietnam. That he did blood draws with a rusty bayonet. I learned very quickly that it was a good idea to make friends with anybody in the dispensary or working in the kitchen was a very good idea. The medic for the third platoon in Charlie company, second of the seventh in Vietnam stabbed the morphine syrettes in the ground before he stabbed it in the lieutenant leg.
Before I was sent to Vietnam, the company medic when I was with 101st airborne was given vaccinations in preparation for shipment to Vietnam said he scraped the captains needle on the floor before he stuck it in the captain's arm. I was very friendly to every medic I met. He could very well be a lifesaver.
You guys stay safe and as happy as this life will allow.