What is my life?
Welp, for those who were keeping up with the game; you're probably scratching your head right now and wondering something like.
"Re, aren't you supposed to be doing that whole Navy thing and telling us about how you survived Basic?"
Well ladies and gents, pull up a seat as I give you the story that is my life.
One fine morning I suddenly woke up, stiff in the neck and back and feeling like someone ran me the fuck over with a semi. Okay, must have slept wrong or something, I'll get better. Or so I thought. Pain persisting and my ship dating looming ever nearer I finally got to a doctor and found out something that made me just love my life. Apparently my DDD sized chest and my 5'2 frame were not getting along at all, add my journey to lose weight to make certain I was ready as one can be to enter the military and things just were not in my best interest from the view of my back muscles. Well needless to say I did not get to go to Basic, and am currently not allowed to rejoin until my medical problems can be made to 'go away' in a sense.
Well my parents having come back from overseas decided that the best way that this problem can be fixed and not worsen with each passing year as gravity takes it's toll upon me and had me shipped down to them in good ol' Kentucky. Because they are better able to handle someone coming out of surgery then my grandparents and the drunkard that lives in their basement. (My 'Uncle' though I wish not to claim him at times due to his drinking problem.)
That's right peeps. Re Re is going to be put under the knife to lose my boobage and thus the accumulating back problems I have started to develop. Hopefully by January I'll be well enough to restart the recruiting process down here in Kentucky, else when I'm able to do more then shuffle about and be paranoid about busting open my stitching I'll be working down here.
Until then I'm going to just sit over here in this corner and bang my head into a wall until the pain pills start working.
"Re, aren't you supposed to be doing that whole Navy thing and telling us about how you survived Basic?"
Well ladies and gents, pull up a seat as I give you the story that is my life.
One fine morning I suddenly woke up, stiff in the neck and back and feeling like someone ran me the fuck over with a semi. Okay, must have slept wrong or something, I'll get better. Or so I thought. Pain persisting and my ship dating looming ever nearer I finally got to a doctor and found out something that made me just love my life. Apparently my DDD sized chest and my 5'2 frame were not getting along at all, add my journey to lose weight to make certain I was ready as one can be to enter the military and things just were not in my best interest from the view of my back muscles. Well needless to say I did not get to go to Basic, and am currently not allowed to rejoin until my medical problems can be made to 'go away' in a sense.
Well my parents having come back from overseas decided that the best way that this problem can be fixed and not worsen with each passing year as gravity takes it's toll upon me and had me shipped down to them in good ol' Kentucky. Because they are better able to handle someone coming out of surgery then my grandparents and the drunkard that lives in their basement. (My 'Uncle' though I wish not to claim him at times due to his drinking problem.)
That's right peeps. Re Re is going to be put under the knife to lose my boobage and thus the accumulating back problems I have started to develop. Hopefully by January I'll be well enough to restart the recruiting process down here in Kentucky, else when I'm able to do more then shuffle about and be paranoid about busting open my stitching I'll be working down here.
Until then I'm going to just sit over here in this corner and bang my head into a wall until the pain pills start working.