Drabble

This is from Gentlehobbit's first lines meme.

When a piece of wood splits apart in the fire, it first crackles and embers flare along the edges. Just a few moments of dazzling sparks, followed by the sullen hissing of the flames.
Corpses of trees, Pippin thought absently, watching in growing horror as the pyre Denethor had erected was slowly consumed in the flames.
The sickly sweet scent of oil was soon joined by that of burning flesh, and for a moment, the flames seemed to laugh in glee as they began to crawl over the Steward's legs.
When a piece of wood splits apart in the fire, it first crackles and embers flare along the edges. Yet when a mind begins to split and sunder, there is no such warning.

My life officially sucks

In case anyone missed my post on the subject, the blue falcons in the mail room have seen to it that I have been returned to the dreaded Company from Hell. And if that wasn't bad enough, I had the stomach flu all weekend, and am still utterly miserable, even after a trip to the clinic and two IVs later.
To top it off, my new/old Sgt just told me that I have to pack my bags tonight because I am going to the field for 2 weeks tomorrow. Yay.
I'm sure you can all guess at the wonderful mood I am in right now. I feel like shit, I can barely stand up without feeling the world revolving, and they want me to go the field with them. I can hardly wait.
What next?
Excuse while I go puke some more.

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I just wanted to thank everyone for their thoughts and their hugs. Apperently the Army can have a brain when it needs one, because I was just told that I am not going to the field, but will be working Rear D. That means doing staff duty, radio monitoring, and filling out logs. And if I still feel really sick tomorrow, I can go back to sick call and maybe get quarters again, though I think I might feel better. I just drank some hot peppermint tea, and that seems to help.
I'm sorry I have been so whiny lately, and thank you all for putting up with me. I guess I'm just a very bad patient.
And thank you all for your prayers, because someone must have heard them to make my Sgts change their minds.
*BIG HUGS TO EVERYONE!*
Thanks.

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Well, I guess I'm about to bite the bullet tomorrow, and quite frankly I'm not worried. I've had it with everything that is going on here, and I'm sick of this whole damn place. People talking about me behind my back, buddy fuckers everywhere I look, and now they are sending me to the field tomorrow. My 1st Sgt just called and I told him straight up I don't want to be in his Company anymore. He told me he wants to see me in his office at 6 am tomorrow. Whoopdy-fucking-do. He said he's going to bring me up on disrepect because I told my Sgt I don't want to be in Delta anymore, and I'm not going to back out of this. This is fucking stupid!
I can't stand this place anymore. I don't know what they are going to do to me, but if you don't hear from me for a while, it's probably because I'm in trouble, in the field, or both. So I guess I'm just saying that I'm probably screwing myself over, and I don't care. I feel terrible, and my 1st Sgt had the balls to tell me not to play with him. He told me he was going to talk to my doctor, and I told him go ahead, if he wants a stool stample or some of my vomit, he's welcome to it. I just don't care anymore.
I don't know what is going to happen, but I ask all of you to pray for me, because this is probably me jumping off a cliff, with no bottom in sight.
So, to everyone who has been following this harrowing past few days, good bye, I don't know when we'll speak next, and I hope you are doing better than me.
Hugs.