Letters from the Front
I've seen the doctors, both at the hospital in orthopedic and at Winder Clinic (Physical Therapy, with the very handsome Major Davis, whom is quite the officer and the lady).
This is the bad news. I'm going to PTRP. That's Physical Therapy Recuperation Platoon. This is good in the fact that they only send those they feel are going to recover enough to reenter training. But bad in that they allow NO electronic devices, so goodbye laptop. Ahh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Good news!
I'm not going to be here until august. I'm going to get my RTD probably in three months. THREE MONTHS. That's not even a WHOLE three months I don't believe. After that, it's another three to three and a half months to finish my BCT and AIT (OSUT, One Site Unit Training) and COME HOME a SOLDIER!!! YAY!
The conversation I had with Major Davis took an interesting turn:
Davis: You'll have some hard questions to ask yourself in three months.
Me: I don't understand, what questions.
Davis: Like can you live with the pain?
Me: I don't see as how I have any choice, ma'am. I've already got the pins in my hips.
Davis: True, but you said you don't feel any pain when you are sitting down and non-mobile. The life of an infantryman is not sitting down. It will be painful.
Me: I can deal with pain, as long as I know it's not damaging me.
Davis: Still, you'll have some hard questions to ask yourself in a few months.
Me: No, ma'am. I don't really believe there is any question at all. I'm an infantryman.
Davis: (smiles at me) I love your motivation.
Me: Thank you, ma'am.
Davis: (sobering) But that same motivation can get you hurt again.
Me: Yes ma'am, I'll take it slow.
I still can't believe I'm A) In the ARMY, and B) It's taken this long to get through training. But everything happens for a reason. Soon, it will be days of yoga, gymns, and swimming pools while I go through some intense but non-impact physical therapy. I'm somewhat looking forward to it. I'm somewhat dreading it. And I think that's exactly how I'm supposed to feel.
~jerawolfe
This is the bad news. I'm going to PTRP. That's Physical Therapy Recuperation Platoon. This is good in the fact that they only send those they feel are going to recover enough to reenter training. But bad in that they allow NO electronic devices, so goodbye laptop. Ahh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Good news!
I'm not going to be here until august. I'm going to get my RTD probably in three months. THREE MONTHS. That's not even a WHOLE three months I don't believe. After that, it's another three to three and a half months to finish my BCT and AIT (OSUT, One Site Unit Training) and COME HOME a SOLDIER!!! YAY!
The conversation I had with Major Davis took an interesting turn:
Davis: You'll have some hard questions to ask yourself in three months.
Me: I don't understand, what questions.
Davis: Like can you live with the pain?
Me: I don't see as how I have any choice, ma'am. I've already got the pins in my hips.
Davis: True, but you said you don't feel any pain when you are sitting down and non-mobile. The life of an infantryman is not sitting down. It will be painful.
Me: I can deal with pain, as long as I know it's not damaging me.
Davis: Still, you'll have some hard questions to ask yourself in a few months.
Me: No, ma'am. I don't really believe there is any question at all. I'm an infantryman.
Davis: (smiles at me) I love your motivation.
Me: Thank you, ma'am.
Davis: (sobering) But that same motivation can get you hurt again.
Me: Yes ma'am, I'll take it slow.
I still can't believe I'm A) In the ARMY, and B) It's taken this long to get through training. But everything happens for a reason. Soon, it will be days of yoga, gymns, and swimming pools while I go through some intense but non-impact physical therapy. I'm somewhat looking forward to it. I'm somewhat dreading it. And I think that's exactly how I'm supposed to feel.
~jerawolfe