Week of hell finally over
Jul. 16th, 2004 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
piploverWell, everyone, I'm back, and I can honestly say that this last week was probably the longest, most painful week ever of my life. Not only physically, but mentally as well.
It began on Monday, when we got to the field. It was about 100 degrees outside, fahrenheit, and I started to have a lot of problems. They tried to give me an IV, in three different places, and since the person trying to poke me kept missing the vein, I now have three lovely pinpricks on both arms and my hand. And I never did get the IV.
Then, that night, as we are trying to set up our sleep tent, I go to talk to my friend in the shelter, and the ladder I am standing on slips. I fall, smash my knee into the lip of the shelter door, get caught up in some wires, and fall off the ladder. I have never felt such intense pain before in my life.
Luckily, my knee was not seriously damaged, and I didn't have to go the hospital, but they left me, laying on the cold ground with a bag of ice on my knee, in the rain, for about 30 minutes, while one of my sgts held a meeting to tell us what worthless pieces of shit we all were.
Finally, when they did come back for me, and decided that I didn't have to go the hospital and stood me up to make sure I could put pressure on my leg, I look over and what do I see?
Not two minutes after I am stood up, a giant tarantula calmly walks through our camouflage, right where I had been laying. Of course I yelled, and then some of the men yelled, and then they killed it.
All in all, I am so covered with bruises that I can't find a limb that is not black and blue. We killed two big tarantulas, I saw a scorpion, and, for the really bad part of the day, I got to wrestle with the slinky of death, also known as constantina wire.
As to the rest of the week, let me put it this way. I am so tired of the people I work with right now saying that I am worthless and lazy and can't do anything that I asked to be removed from the section. The decision is still pending.
I almost got into a fist fight with another soldier, who I have had problems with in the past and finally got tired of her attitude and rudeness towards me, and my section Sgt. quit.
All in all, I hope to never have to experience a week like this one again. I am drained, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I am so tired of everything that I have been entertaining thoughts of getting out of the service early.
I am very tired now, as we only got off an hour ago, and I have been up almost 48 hours.
Sorry if this rambled, but I am just so depressed right now, I don't know what to do.
Take care, everyone.
Hugs
It began on Monday, when we got to the field. It was about 100 degrees outside, fahrenheit, and I started to have a lot of problems. They tried to give me an IV, in three different places, and since the person trying to poke me kept missing the vein, I now have three lovely pinpricks on both arms and my hand. And I never did get the IV.
Then, that night, as we are trying to set up our sleep tent, I go to talk to my friend in the shelter, and the ladder I am standing on slips. I fall, smash my knee into the lip of the shelter door, get caught up in some wires, and fall off the ladder. I have never felt such intense pain before in my life.
Luckily, my knee was not seriously damaged, and I didn't have to go the hospital, but they left me, laying on the cold ground with a bag of ice on my knee, in the rain, for about 30 minutes, while one of my sgts held a meeting to tell us what worthless pieces of shit we all were.
Finally, when they did come back for me, and decided that I didn't have to go the hospital and stood me up to make sure I could put pressure on my leg, I look over and what do I see?
Not two minutes after I am stood up, a giant tarantula calmly walks through our camouflage, right where I had been laying. Of course I yelled, and then some of the men yelled, and then they killed it.
All in all, I am so covered with bruises that I can't find a limb that is not black and blue. We killed two big tarantulas, I saw a scorpion, and, for the really bad part of the day, I got to wrestle with the slinky of death, also known as constantina wire.
As to the rest of the week, let me put it this way. I am so tired of the people I work with right now saying that I am worthless and lazy and can't do anything that I asked to be removed from the section. The decision is still pending.
I almost got into a fist fight with another soldier, who I have had problems with in the past and finally got tired of her attitude and rudeness towards me, and my section Sgt. quit.
All in all, I hope to never have to experience a week like this one again. I am drained, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I am so tired of everything that I have been entertaining thoughts of getting out of the service early.
I am very tired now, as we only got off an hour ago, and I have been up almost 48 hours.
Sorry if this rambled, but I am just so depressed right now, I don't know what to do.
Take care, everyone.
Hugs
