Has a week really passed since I left Fort Jackson? Well there’s a week I’ll never get back! I’m not quite sure where I put it. I definitely didn’t use it well. I believe I lost it somewhere in the fog of readjustment.

Now I have three days to read two thick textbooks for my Ministry in Trauma, Crisis and Grief class. I do believe, reading that much in three days might actually be traumatic.

That’s OK though. The fog is finally clearing and we’ve achieved some sense of normalcy here on the home front. The kids are fighting in the other room… but they are fed and dressed and ready for school early enough to have time to play and fight and… oh my… yes I had to put a stop to that… the familiar sound of siblings pounding on each other.

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I’m having trouble getting to a doctor about this whole … “Patient complains of upper right quadrant abdominal pain” thing. Our Tricare Prime enrollment somehow got messed up and reverted back to Tricare Standard… which means I have to pay. But I shouldn’t have to pay, because I was injured while training on Active Duty… So we’re trying to figure that out. I called my SGL at USACHCS… [hehe do you have a clue what I'm talking about?] He’s going to try to figure something out for me today. Meanwhile… I’ll keep taking Advil and mumbling under my breath.

I still owe you several posts. Especially the one on surrender. Maybe I can write those later when I’m procrastinating something. It’s called structured procrastination people, and it works.

Time to take the boy to Kindergarten.