...an avulsed fracture of the left greater humeral tuberosity.
Which basically translates to:
When I had my little FOOSA (Fell On Out-Stretched Arm) incident I recounted a couple of weeks ago (yes, it has taken 3 weeks from day-of-injury to get a read...Yay Gov't Healthcare!!!) the
acromion that makes up my shoulder socket shaved off a thin sheet of the ball that sits at the top of the humerus.
I've been given codeine-type meds by the shovel full even though I've been telling them to cuts the quantities in half.
"Look, doc; if you want me to stay sedated don't worry about it...we have Power Point."
When I got back to class the NCOIC told me I'm not allowed to carry my aid-bag any more despite my protests that my right shoulder and pride were still very much intact. He would have none of that. He also told me I would not be going to the STX (Situational Training Exercise) or FTX (Field Training Exercise) with the rest of my company.
The thought of being a med holdover in this craphole is enough to make you baste the muzzle of your weapon in BBQ sauce. I'm so disgusted with this place I stopped wearing my
EFMB because the term "soldier-medic"--as they refer to us--is NEVER heard in a positive context coming out of the mouths of the cadre but only as a euphemism for seeping-sack-of-hammered-shit-on-a-sagging-stick just before they smoke 420 people because a half dozen were talking (we could cure 80% of our discipline issues if we just shot 2%).
The ray of hope I'm clinging to is the fact that since I'm Nat'l Guard they can only keep me for as long as the Guard paid. Obviously I'm going to exceed that time convalescing I'm hoping they will follow through with their mention of having my unit recall me and then keep me under orders back in Colorado until I mend well enough to finish the course.
After all, I miss my bassett hound.
Oh yeah, and the kids...I s'pose.
