... that make you wonder why are you even alive at times. Like, for instance, this little thing called breathing, that most people like to do. I found out I quite enjoy it, until it is taken away from me. Yeah, I have been quite short of breath the past few days. My next paracentesis isn't until Monday the 10th, so trying to hold out until then. Not wanting to do the 6-hour ER Room experience again.
So yeah, it's after Halloween and here I am playing the Stay-Puff Marshmallow man (or I feel like it). I think if I make it through to Monday, they are going to drain 13+Liters. I'm that distended. Oh, and eating? What's that? Over the past three days I have been able to get about 10-15 bites of food down at a time. I think I am mostly surviving on vanilla shakes right now. Seems to be the only thing I can get down and feel like I actually got something in my stomach.
So enough about me and my medical.
I feel the eggshells under my feet crackle as I gingerly step around anything to do with the Post. This past weekend is going to have a few repercussions. Being Phoenix, and the last week of Nascar Racing, many of the Post members went to the race (they had campers, etc.). Needless to say, it included enough of the leadership staff, and working staff of the Canteen and Post, that some tings did not get done. The worst one being Saturday Night's Post dinner. No one showed up to cook anything, and it was not cancelled. I know the Commander is going to be livid, as this is the 2nd month in a row this has happened. Tonight is the House & Entertainment Committee meetings, and I am leery as to if the Commander will be there tonight. Normally these comms do not deal with the Post Dinner, but seeing as how many are part of the crew that helps on them.....who knows. I know I did my job(s) and I ain't in the line of fire.
Welp, ain't gonna do no one no good to sit here and gripe about it.
PeacE
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