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Always During Deployment

(This post was also posted on another one of my blogs, but, since it happened during a deployment I thought my readers here would “enjoy” it – or, cringe right along!)

Adding to the list of “Things I Couldn’t Handle” would be a toilet overflowing and flooding almost an entire (carpeted) living room. This is what happened to my friend yesterday. I mean, the carpet is drenched! I told her when she called this morning that I’d probably just stand in the middle of it all the cry. So, she had friends come over the steam clean. Oh goodness, I honestly would freak … So, her kids are spending nights over various friends’ houses – last night our one friend got three, tonight I get the baby (I get to practice! lol). He’s a great baby, so we will be fine. I just hope insurance or something will cover part or all of the carpeting or something. Oh goodness …

She’s only got a couple weeks left. She’s only got a couple weeks left! She’s done amazing thus far, she can handle this also. Military wives are AMAZING – seriously.

Wednesday Hero

CSM Robert Prosser and LTC Erik Kurilla
1st Battalion, 24th Infantry Regiment (Deuce Four)
LTC. Erik Kurilla and CSM. Robert Prosser’s story is an amazing one. One that Michael Yon has told far better than I ever could. Warning. The site contains very graphic images. Some may want to turn off images before viewing.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

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Not Until the Navy Says So

So, if you’ve ever given birth within the military health care system you would know that the military is adamant about pregnancy tests. Like, you take a home test and it comes out positive … then, before you can even get a referral to an O.B. you must take a pregnancy test (either “pee in a cup” style or, what I got, a blood test). I spent the better part of Monday in the clinic fighting with nurses to get me a doctors appointment somehow (but NO – you must take a TEST first!) so that I can get some meds because I pulled myself (rather abruptly) off Cymbalta because I had a positive pregnancy test. By day three I was ready to rip someones throat out. Luckily, by the grace of something (or my husbands awesome command greasing the skids for me) I managed to get a doctors appointment, get some meds (yay Zoloft!) and get an appointment to get a referral to an OB and a Psych. I just have to call Tricare today and make that initial “lets fill out tons of paperwork” appointment.

I’ve heard I can go to Dam Neck for OB stuff (it’s way closer than Portsmouth), but I still have to deliver at Portsmouth. Ahh well … Xander took forever to come out, maybe this one will also. Otherwise, I will just have the baby in my bathtub. Or, I can save the kiddy pool from summer

So, yeah … Welcome to the part where this journal turns into a blog about the military health care system, lol