I hate to sound like I am whining...
But this has just been a really crappy two weeks. My mate had to go back to Iraq, only to be moved even further away from a real base. I'm going to be lucky if I hear from him once a week and considering what things are like over there that isn't going to be doing my blood pressure or stress level any good. My car had to be worked on for three days last week and I thought that problem was fixed, but was driving it today and I am leaking power steering fluid again. It's going back in tommorow right before my hair appointment. It won't surprise me in the least if it is something really bad. I also picked up my mate's MRI results last Thursday (unofficial ones). The official ones should be ready around Thursday of this week I hope. So far though he has protrusions (bone spurs from the sound of it) growing in toward his spinal column in three places. No real surprise there really considering the kind of pain he is complaining of. Problem is...he has NO WAY to get it fixed where he is and is having to wear 180lbs of body armor. If something isn't done in a timely manner I won't doubt he will end up in a wheelchair. I really don't want to see him like that. It's not fair to him, he likes to be up and doing things. I would say I don't like seeing him tied to a chair...but I do, just not like that. :p I've tried faith and fighting and neither one seems to be working, and I'm all out of hope. Now I just wait to get that call and try to carry on with my life in the meantime. I gripe about this, but I do what I can to fix it, though at this point, griping is about all I have left and sometimes I need to vent.