I'm on my way!!!! I'm going home! Because it's incredibly difficult to flight out of my FOB due to wind and other weather, I was scheduled to come to the big base 3 days early. At first I cringed but it's not always a bad thing being around the bosses. You tend to forget they were slugs like you at one time, especially when they send out memos and re-arrange spreadsheets enough for you to yank every bit of your hair out and theirs too, if they had some. But, this is a business and we all want to do the best job possible and in continuity with each other. It's makes everyones job that much easier.
Speaking of work today, I had a guy hooked up to a machine that reads his hearts electrical activity and we had a "Missile Alert." The tones went off and I asked, Is that for real? He looked as if he was going to jump off that bed and run. My partner replies, "Settle down you two".Turns out it was a test/false alarm. I was busy and focused so I didn't hear that part and apparently neither did the patient cause his heart was jumping off the paper. Funny stuff!
It's great to be back with my buddy's Zee and Colt. I even got to bunk with Zee so my fear of brown recluse spiders hopefully will be a miss. I heard they were crawling all over KAF. We talked and laughed. I can't tell you how much they are the nicest of goof around friends. In fact I'm pranking Colt as we speak. He wanted me to put an out of order sign on the general use bathroom and I did. It read," Something died in here. Stay out. and in small letters it said, Colt was here last, just saying." Ofcourse Colt never came out and the bathroom was really broke down and someone used it...oh my, what a mess!
More fun was meeting the new doctors and seeing my old friends. It is very much happy times here at KAF. I've done the tourist thing and ate at the boardwalk and shopped at the PX and generally spent time with my buddies...I worked too, I did!! I've seen friends that I met from other parts of Afghanistan here too- what a surprise! Even I am starting to think I know everyone!
For example, my buddy Alex is here! Yeah! It's about time I seen someone that I talked into coming with... We're far away and it's wonderful to have someone near that is very familar. He showed me around the new clinic for physicals- I'd like to even stael the new guy for my base. He has loads of knowledge and is lots of fun.
And full circle back to fun and home...I can't wait to be home! I'm on my way!!!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
You can't say that!
My tent is breathing! It was a beautiful day yesterday...heat wave weather, high of 43 degrees. If the wind would've settled down, it would've been perfect! I could see for miles and the air smelled fresh. Today is another day and we're forcasted for another snow/ sleet/ rain/ whatever, and of course the high winds that is really rattling the tent and giving it the breathing quality. Normally I would say about the weather, Bring It On! But, tomorrow I leave for my journey home- R&R time- finally! Ya Hoo! Maybe I won't get out for a day or 2...but I could think of worse places to be stuck at. I love it in this region. It's the bomb! Ooops... Can't use that word.
And don't say the obvious one: S-E-X, No, No, No! It might get somebody thinking about it. And how hilarious is this? Send very virile , healthy young men to a foreign land, then isolate them on a base with very few women (250-1), and tell them No! Ha! Ha! So funny. I laugh everytime I see someone sneaking around... Don't ask me their names I don't know.
GUN is another word you never yell out...almost everyone has one, except the contractors and that leads to points of suspicion and raising of weapons and who might not be authorized, and pandamonium.. blah, blah...you get the idea.
You can't go crazy here, even fiquratively speaking. For instance, if you might miss your flight (just saying) or have to work late and say that it's stressing me out or I am going to go psycho or any variation of that- they take that stuff seriously here. You could get a quick knock at your door by the local MP's with straight jackets & handcuffs and everyone else avoiding you saying," Nope, don't know 'em!"
Hadji. Don't say that. It's a form of greatness and obedience and stature back home in Dearborn. A Muslim did something pretty special by making the trek to Mecca and it's a great honor. Here it's supposively used in a derogatory fashion. Something like calling me rich bitch...oh OK, you can call me that eventhough I'm not. I won't take offense.
Beaners...the locals use that word for farts here. So, I heard it and said, "I'm a beaner" to which they replied,"you are gassy?" and I said,"no, I'm a Mexican" to which my buddy said that I run on when I talk and now the locals are totally confused and I'm laughing so hard I might toot!
Please don't never, ever say 8 Mile here. Everybody from every country knows about that and that it's located in Michigan. First thing I'm asked is how far do I live from 8 Mile. Nothing about the Great Lakes, or Motor City or Henry Ford. It's all about 8 Mile. Thanks Eminem! (I live about 15 miles from there and NO, I've never seen Eminem, but if you keep bugging me I may say I know him personally and he wants to write a song about you bugging me!)
And never, ever, no way, under no circumstance say God. Unless you're praying- you can't say that! It means too many things to too many people here. I found from personal experience someone said the "GD" word. I was offended! Another used the big "G" in exasperation and I saw locals looking on in disgust. War are fought over the very principal, so shut you mouth...and don't say that either. It's considered very rude and demeaning. Use instead.."please refrain." But that sounds a little uppity PC to me. I would instead choose not to say anything at all. How about that!
We are all on a learning curve with plenty to experience from each other. Silly days in many ways- That's why I love it here...other than the war thing. I'll save that for another day.
And don't say the obvious one: S-E-X, No, No, No! It might get somebody thinking about it. And how hilarious is this? Send very virile , healthy young men to a foreign land, then isolate them on a base with very few women (250-1), and tell them No! Ha! Ha! So funny. I laugh everytime I see someone sneaking around... Don't ask me their names I don't know.
GUN is another word you never yell out...almost everyone has one, except the contractors and that leads to points of suspicion and raising of weapons and who might not be authorized, and pandamonium.. blah, blah...you get the idea.
You can't go crazy here, even fiquratively speaking. For instance, if you might miss your flight (just saying) or have to work late and say that it's stressing me out or I am going to go psycho or any variation of that- they take that stuff seriously here. You could get a quick knock at your door by the local MP's with straight jackets & handcuffs and everyone else avoiding you saying," Nope, don't know 'em!"
Hadji. Don't say that. It's a form of greatness and obedience and stature back home in Dearborn. A Muslim did something pretty special by making the trek to Mecca and it's a great honor. Here it's supposively used in a derogatory fashion. Something like calling me rich bitch...oh OK, you can call me that eventhough I'm not. I won't take offense.
Beaners...the locals use that word for farts here. So, I heard it and said, "I'm a beaner" to which they replied,"you are gassy?" and I said,"no, I'm a Mexican" to which my buddy said that I run on when I talk and now the locals are totally confused and I'm laughing so hard I might toot!
Please don't never, ever say 8 Mile here. Everybody from every country knows about that and that it's located in Michigan. First thing I'm asked is how far do I live from 8 Mile. Nothing about the Great Lakes, or Motor City or Henry Ford. It's all about 8 Mile. Thanks Eminem! (I live about 15 miles from there and NO, I've never seen Eminem, but if you keep bugging me I may say I know him personally and he wants to write a song about you bugging me!)
And never, ever, no way, under no circumstance say God. Unless you're praying- you can't say that! It means too many things to too many people here. I found from personal experience someone said the "GD" word. I was offended! Another used the big "G" in exasperation and I saw locals looking on in disgust. War are fought over the very principal, so shut you mouth...and don't say that either. It's considered very rude and demeaning. Use instead.."please refrain." But that sounds a little uppity PC to me. I would instead choose not to say anything at all. How about that!
We are all on a learning curve with plenty to experience from each other. Silly days in many ways- That's why I love it here...other than the war thing. I'll save that for another day.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Taking a walk
On a clear day...I like to take a minute for myself both here and back home and just enjoy what the Lord gave me to see and enjoy. I enjoy the colors of nature, viewing the goings on of animals and insects and of course people watching. At home, I go to one of the many parks or walking paths near my home. There's one located downhill from a Mall that is incredible and is isolated. The path is clear and the vegetation is overgrown and it's quiet. Or I just take a walk to my favorite park where I know of many people that walk daily and I can get a bit of exercise and a little interaction. It's a daily thing for me.
In Afghanistan on the bases, we are limited to inside the barriers, (wall is what we call it, but it's Hesco's or barbed wire with guards to make sure we stay in and the talameanies stay out). So nature walking is very limited and we all have the natural curiosity of what's on the other side. There are very few places that you can go for alone time and especially if you're female. we are reminded constantly that this is a war zone and while base rules fall under US law, you must obey the country rules too and can be tried under Afghan laws. Us women folk do not walk alone in isolated areas- even the ones that say they can handle themselves. Oh I walk a lot, but not for pleasure. Merely to get from duty "A" to duty "B". There's no climbing the walls where I'm at now. They are pretty strict at this base. I finally found an opportunity to walk the perimeter with a fellow that is trustworthy and Safety is his middle name. It was amazing and very muddy. I saw many locals at home and at work in their daily lives and got to view the countryside. It's amazing what surrounds these FOB's.
Speaking of, I can't believe that all the research that I did prior to coming here and having been here for months and I just found out that the Taliban is a tribal name and we all may be working side by side with them, good and bad. I had wondered how they picked that name. It even sounds a little frightening (me being a sheltered American), but knowing that took a little of the sting away. Sometimes it's safer for me to stay in obliviousland or maybe it didn't register because- really, who cares. It only affects me at this time. Afghanistan has gone through many would be conquerers and other than Alexander the Great, (still the only one to conquer Afghanistan), it's yet to happen again. They are an adaptable people, long suffering. They don't trust us and most don't trust them. What a life. I am learning a few phrases to speak to them. What a can of worms I've opened. Now they only speak to me in their language. It's really fun eventhough I can't understand them half the time! But, the other half I can! I continue to hope and pray for peace, freedom, comfort and opportunity for an enriched life for all.
In Afghanistan on the bases, we are limited to inside the barriers, (wall is what we call it, but it's Hesco's or barbed wire with guards to make sure we stay in and the talameanies stay out). So nature walking is very limited and we all have the natural curiosity of what's on the other side. There are very few places that you can go for alone time and especially if you're female. we are reminded constantly that this is a war zone and while base rules fall under US law, you must obey the country rules too and can be tried under Afghan laws. Us women folk do not walk alone in isolated areas- even the ones that say they can handle themselves. Oh I walk a lot, but not for pleasure. Merely to get from duty "A" to duty "B". There's no climbing the walls where I'm at now. They are pretty strict at this base. I finally found an opportunity to walk the perimeter with a fellow that is trustworthy and Safety is his middle name. It was amazing and very muddy. I saw many locals at home and at work in their daily lives and got to view the countryside. It's amazing what surrounds these FOB's.
Speaking of, I can't believe that all the research that I did prior to coming here and having been here for months and I just found out that the Taliban is a tribal name and we all may be working side by side with them, good and bad. I had wondered how they picked that name. It even sounds a little frightening (me being a sheltered American), but knowing that took a little of the sting away. Sometimes it's safer for me to stay in obliviousland or maybe it didn't register because- really, who cares. It only affects me at this time. Afghanistan has gone through many would be conquerers and other than Alexander the Great, (still the only one to conquer Afghanistan), it's yet to happen again. They are an adaptable people, long suffering. They don't trust us and most don't trust them. What a life. I am learning a few phrases to speak to them. What a can of worms I've opened. Now they only speak to me in their language. It's really fun eventhough I can't understand them half the time! But, the other half I can! I continue to hope and pray for peace, freedom, comfort and opportunity for an enriched life for all.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Life is crazy!
Life is crazy and in Afghanistan it's no exception. As I plan my trip to visit my family back home halfway into my contract, I reflect on all the things that are and of all the things I will leave behind and all the things I've yet to see.
I will leave behind friends from all over the world. People that I've grown close to and have been through rough times with. (example: running out of food, water, supplies together). Also, a man walked up to me and called me by name. I'm thinking," who the heck is he?" Turns out it was a guy that I talked to over 4 days when we were holded up in a bunker with others during many missile attacks. He made a friend there and saw me as his long lost buddy and so it was. People move around so quickly here. It is not unusual to catch up with someone at another base. How do you leave them
behind? You grow so close and then move on, to see them again and pick up where you left off... but move on we must.
When I come back, I have more to experience on my adventure. I have the dreaded Camel Spiders to see. Word is they run very fast, always sneaking into your shadow to stay cool. They have big powerful pinchers and they can't kill you but can give you a nasty infection, plus they're suppose to be on the big side. Very scary! Then they have Brown Recluse Spiders here. I saw a bite that was as big as an extended hand with an ulcer the size of a penny. It was only a couple of hours old. To treat this the Doc would have to dig the flesh out and stitch it up then use antibiotics and pray. Also, I am praying I will miss the Taranula migration. They have a path and nothing gets into their way and it's over, under, through. They also have kangaroo rats here. Doesn't that sound cute and like something you don't want to miss. Except, they're as big as cats. The mice are kindda cute. They are tan with white underbellies and round ears, but again they're rodents. Then there's cats and dogs that you can't pet or play with because this country is #1 in terms of rabies. Camels will be out and about, but you can't go near them in case their humps have been equipped with exposives. Same with sheep and goats.
What a life!
That's another thing... This winter has been harsh here this year, a new kind of hell. I told someone that it was the worse conditions that I've experienced so far. The Afghani's are dying, especially children and it was featured on CNN. At times we don't have heat or lights or power...They never had our comforts, and not in clothes or shoes either. My first snow, I was cute to see the children as they saw snow for the first time- playing in it with their bare feet and no coats, how sad. But when you think it can't get any worse, the sun rises and it's a new kind of hell. Conditions, limited clothing, no personal space, always on- no time to relax, no time to reflect, no "ME" time, (24/7 for a year- minus R&R), and so many come down with illnesses to get a little space- the tiniest of breaks. And then, the continued and always changing paperwork, theft, blame, accusations, threats, backstabbing- whip, whip (NO not from fellow campgoers- that would never be tolerated from each other!). Food & water shortages, sickness and no medical care, limited time to worship and some must do it in secret. No reinforcements or supportive people in charge...so tired... Is there anyone that we can turn to?
Missile attacks and ground attacks. Taliban everywhere. We are in a war zone and sometimes it's hard to differentiate who the good guys really are. We give to those that need: our clothes, shoes, socks, hats, scarves and do without ourselves. We pinch cardboard from the garbage to line our walls for warmth and to keep the mud off the floors while others need it to line their shoes. It doesn't work or maybe just a little. And to top it off, everyone worries about the threat of write ups and being fired and
will "they" let us return from R&R to work again. It's crazy and an unrealistic way to live. To expect humans to live productively and constantly under these conditions. But, the silver lining occurs and we still we have each other and I can't tell you how it happens, but we make it work and we care for each other and become a family far from home.
I will leave behind friends from all over the world. People that I've grown close to and have been through rough times with. (example: running out of food, water, supplies together). Also, a man walked up to me and called me by name. I'm thinking," who the heck is he?" Turns out it was a guy that I talked to over 4 days when we were holded up in a bunker with others during many missile attacks. He made a friend there and saw me as his long lost buddy and so it was. People move around so quickly here. It is not unusual to catch up with someone at another base. How do you leave them
behind? You grow so close and then move on, to see them again and pick up where you left off... but move on we must.
When I come back, I have more to experience on my adventure. I have the dreaded Camel Spiders to see. Word is they run very fast, always sneaking into your shadow to stay cool. They have big powerful pinchers and they can't kill you but can give you a nasty infection, plus they're suppose to be on the big side. Very scary! Then they have Brown Recluse Spiders here. I saw a bite that was as big as an extended hand with an ulcer the size of a penny. It was only a couple of hours old. To treat this the Doc would have to dig the flesh out and stitch it up then use antibiotics and pray. Also, I am praying I will miss the Taranula migration. They have a path and nothing gets into their way and it's over, under, through. They also have kangaroo rats here. Doesn't that sound cute and like something you don't want to miss. Except, they're as big as cats. The mice are kindda cute. They are tan with white underbellies and round ears, but again they're rodents. Then there's cats and dogs that you can't pet or play with because this country is #1 in terms of rabies. Camels will be out and about, but you can't go near them in case their humps have been equipped with exposives. Same with sheep and goats.
What a life!
That's another thing... This winter has been harsh here this year, a new kind of hell. I told someone that it was the worse conditions that I've experienced so far. The Afghani's are dying, especially children and it was featured on CNN. At times we don't have heat or lights or power...They never had our comforts, and not in clothes or shoes either. My first snow, I was cute to see the children as they saw snow for the first time- playing in it with their bare feet and no coats, how sad. But when you think it can't get any worse, the sun rises and it's a new kind of hell. Conditions, limited clothing, no personal space, always on- no time to relax, no time to reflect, no "ME" time, (24/7 for a year- minus R&R), and so many come down with illnesses to get a little space- the tiniest of breaks. And then, the continued and always changing paperwork, theft, blame, accusations, threats, backstabbing- whip, whip (NO not from fellow campgoers- that would never be tolerated from each other!). Food & water shortages, sickness and no medical care, limited time to worship and some must do it in secret. No reinforcements or supportive people in charge...so tired... Is there anyone that we can turn to?
Missile attacks and ground attacks. Taliban everywhere. We are in a war zone and sometimes it's hard to differentiate who the good guys really are. We give to those that need: our clothes, shoes, socks, hats, scarves and do without ourselves. We pinch cardboard from the garbage to line our walls for warmth and to keep the mud off the floors while others need it to line their shoes. It doesn't work or maybe just a little. And to top it off, everyone worries about the threat of write ups and being fired and
will "they" let us return from R&R to work again. It's crazy and an unrealistic way to live. To expect humans to live productively and constantly under these conditions. But, the silver lining occurs and we still we have each other and I can't tell you how it happens, but we make it work and we care for each other and become a family far from home.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Traveling on
Shots and missiles for most of the day as we peck away, working our butts off to get the paperwork project completed. Always another memo and change and WTH? At one point I asked my buddy how long have they been shooting? She said, all day. Are they getting closer or am I dreaming...yeah it's a nightmare! One we've gotten use to. Another episode of "I did not take cover." We were never directed to...and it could've been practice- who knows. We are on a needed to know basis. I've had missiles fly over my head, then a minute later hear the take cover warning. "Couse my butt is in the air by then.
But this is another day. We took some of our new Army buddies around the base to check out the sites. Always the tourist guide, I seem to love where ever I am and I keep an eye on my path- very dangerous walk indeed. We just had more than a foot of snow, then rain all night. It's a mess out there. Slush on top of big rocks and snow and mud and you can sink in surprise holes to your knees. So as I'm walking, I noticed some incredibly beautiful rocks that are indigenous to this area: pink quartz, black shiny rocks with white veins and something shiny and dark green, rocks stain red from copper. Really beautiful stuff in the mists of so much crap.
Speaking of crap...I'm starting the countdown for R&R. I was very resistant to this because I'm an early packer. But as I get freaked out by what needs to be sent home prior to my departure, I can't help but notice that the days are slipping by. Words of wisdom come frequently from my fellow campgoers of how I will not sleep for days due to the quiet. Or the one that I will miss this place and my friends and I will let R&R slip by too quickly. Ho! Ho! Yes, I will miss my buddy's, but I will not dwell on the fact that I'm finally back in the bosom of my loved ones. So I will heed the advise and be on my way to my next adventure- Paris...then home. I will enjoy the adventure and remember that all things good and bad are just a memory...
But this is another day. We took some of our new Army buddies around the base to check out the sites. Always the tourist guide, I seem to love where ever I am and I keep an eye on my path- very dangerous walk indeed. We just had more than a foot of snow, then rain all night. It's a mess out there. Slush on top of big rocks and snow and mud and you can sink in surprise holes to your knees. So as I'm walking, I noticed some incredibly beautiful rocks that are indigenous to this area: pink quartz, black shiny rocks with white veins and something shiny and dark green, rocks stain red from copper. Really beautiful stuff in the mists of so much crap.
Speaking of crap...I'm starting the countdown for R&R. I was very resistant to this because I'm an early packer. But as I get freaked out by what needs to be sent home prior to my departure, I can't help but notice that the days are slipping by. Words of wisdom come frequently from my fellow campgoers of how I will not sleep for days due to the quiet. Or the one that I will miss this place and my friends and I will let R&R slip by too quickly. Ho! Ho! Yes, I will miss my buddy's, but I will not dwell on the fact that I'm finally back in the bosom of my loved ones. So I will heed the advise and be on my way to my next adventure- Paris...then home. I will enjoy the adventure and remember that all things good and bad are just a memory...
Saturday, February 18, 2012
They call me ...
Another weird day...snow storm. I don't even remember what 140 degrees felt like. That was the temperature when I landed here. Today's a nice day if you're a penquin. A foot of snow by morning...oh goodie! The bonus was, it's also too cold for patients and I still had a few that braved the weather to see me. I'm very honored.
I picked up a little Dari/ Afghani language and the locals get quite a kick out of it when I said, Hello! How are you? My name is Maria- ay. I don't think they talk to women very much, but I'm a weird, very friendly American and they are getting over that. It caused a chatter and smiles all around. They started speaking all at once and I said, "Whoa cowboy!" They knew that I using the universal slang for "STOP" and we all had a chuckle. Another reason why I think they are getting use to me, when they came in sick or hurt and I needed to expose the area, it used to be a big deal and they would only show what they thought I needed to see. Women aren't worth much and we're pretty much ignored as is their culture. They have a pain, say in their leg, they would actually pull up the trouser leg and could not understand why I had to see the part above and the part below the pain. Wow, Do you really think I get a kick out of seeing your nasty boo boos. (well I do but that's another story). Now they strip down. You try pantomining that you want to see one leg...and before you know it's oh, oh, here's a blanket. Cover that up for pete's sake!
Speaking of covering...One local man asked me to cover my head. I thought, no big deal. I have my hoodie and it's cold anyways. I said, Thank you" and did it. The response I got throughout was different. One guy said he wouldn't have done it for we are on an American base. Another girl said they never asked her to cover it up. I asked her if she ever talks to them and she was appalled. I fiqure that I'm trying to make a good impression for all Americans. They look up to us and most times we think we're all that too. I just want to get along.
I am getting a kick out of the locals saying hello at all hours of the day, instead of the morning "Hello's" only. It's very sweet. One came up to me yesterday to have a conversation. I try to speak very slowly 'cause I can run on as we all know. He said he likes to talk to me because he can almost understand everything I say. I laughed so hard. If the folks back home could see me now! I mess up the English language on a regular basis and make my own slang words that I can then pass on. Can we all say Col..yes, yes I like to drop my last letter (d) or my word way back in blogs for lots of pus...oh forget it.
I also have some Romanian buddy's that are trying to teach me their words. It's almost like a game. If I say something wrong, they say zero! I met them at their covered, very warm smoking shack. It's fun when I'm walking around and I hear someone yell out, Maria! Hello! I don't know who the heck they are or if I ever met them before, but they're Romanian and what a tight group. They weren't very friendly at first, but they are now!
News Bulletin... I talk to everyone! I now have a couple new names and I can't recall if they've always called me that. They call me Doc. I can handle that, but they also call me "Sir?" Hopefully it's a sign of respect, but just in case Tina sent me makeup. I should be back to Mame anyday now.
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I picked up a little Dari/ Afghani language and the locals get quite a kick out of it when I said, Hello! How are you? My name is Maria- ay. I don't think they talk to women very much, but I'm a weird, very friendly American and they are getting over that. It caused a chatter and smiles all around. They started speaking all at once and I said, "Whoa cowboy!" They knew that I using the universal slang for "STOP" and we all had a chuckle. Another reason why I think they are getting use to me, when they came in sick or hurt and I needed to expose the area, it used to be a big deal and they would only show what they thought I needed to see. Women aren't worth much and we're pretty much ignored as is their culture. They have a pain, say in their leg, they would actually pull up the trouser leg and could not understand why I had to see the part above and the part below the pain. Wow, Do you really think I get a kick out of seeing your nasty boo boos. (well I do but that's another story). Now they strip down. You try pantomining that you want to see one leg...and before you know it's oh, oh, here's a blanket. Cover that up for pete's sake!
Speaking of covering...One local man asked me to cover my head. I thought, no big deal. I have my hoodie and it's cold anyways. I said, Thank you" and did it. The response I got throughout was different. One guy said he wouldn't have done it for we are on an American base. Another girl said they never asked her to cover it up. I asked her if she ever talks to them and she was appalled. I fiqure that I'm trying to make a good impression for all Americans. They look up to us and most times we think we're all that too. I just want to get along.
I am getting a kick out of the locals saying hello at all hours of the day, instead of the morning "Hello's" only. It's very sweet. One came up to me yesterday to have a conversation. I try to speak very slowly 'cause I can run on as we all know. He said he likes to talk to me because he can almost understand everything I say. I laughed so hard. If the folks back home could see me now! I mess up the English language on a regular basis and make my own slang words that I can then pass on. Can we all say Col..yes, yes I like to drop my last letter (d) or my word way back in blogs for lots of pus...oh forget it.
I also have some Romanian buddy's that are trying to teach me their words. It's almost like a game. If I say something wrong, they say zero! I met them at their covered, very warm smoking shack. It's fun when I'm walking around and I hear someone yell out, Maria! Hello! I don't know who the heck they are or if I ever met them before, but they're Romanian and what a tight group. They weren't very friendly at first, but they are now!
News Bulletin... I talk to everyone! I now have a couple new names and I can't recall if they've always called me that. They call me Doc. I can handle that, but they also call me "Sir?" Hopefully it's a sign of respect, but just in case Tina sent me makeup. I should be back to Mame anyday now.
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Snow and other woes
Tomorrow starts 18-24 inches of snow...storms... Who the heck is running the snow machine? Shut it off already! They don't get snow for 20 years and because I'm here we get back to back to back snow storms. Or is someone pulling my leg? Maybe I'll wake up in my own bed back home wrapped in my snuggly comforter and promising never to eat stuffed jalapenos before bed again.
Speaking of legs...Mine have had it! I did a whopping 80-ish patients today pounding the rocky road and supplying anti- malaria medication. I felt like the Avon lady. They didn't stand a chance. I flipped out the forms and had them filling them out before they could say no. Then we would have a sit down chat about how everything kills you here, so take your Doxy. (I'm trying to save your lives people!). I think everybody will be taking it- or not. I wanted to knock out all of the shots that are due too and get caught up for a change. Since I'm making my way about camp, let's catch those bunches of shot dodgers. Geez, what ever happened to the days of rescue? We zombie medics are now walking around talking to ourselves with stupid blank stares saying, "I used to be a medic, I used to be a medic." My Buddy Medic has turned into the secretarial medic and has been chained to the desk slaving away at some required paperwork for days. Poor girl. Unfortunately only one can work a spreadsheet at a time and that's her thing. I have always proudly spouted that I chose my profession because you don't have to type and you don't do poop. Times have changed, but at least you get to Facebook! Sick call turned out to have sick people. Imagine that! It is cough and cold season. Now everybody go to bed!( I really could've have use that line on Happy VD).
And if dreams came true... today should've been the day for this morning I woke to no heat and no power! The low was... I don't know -25? I was going to refuse to get up, but nature screamed! I ran out for my ablutions and almost got frostbite. How much can one contractor take? No not me...I'm the positive one. So I suggested a positive spin on this...say, a marshmellow roast. But the PX is out of those. So how 'bout weenies... for breakfast? The PX is out of those too. S'mores..out of those too. They do have plenty of microwaveable stuff. Let's see, who has a microwave- oh that's right, No One! Ha!Ha! Let's just do the bonfire! Nope- we're packed in here pretty tight. We might end up roasting our buddy's. Change of plans.
So I picked misery. It's too cold to be upbeat and I'm tired. I've done 5 months here in this hell hole and traveled to 10 FOB's and had a generally awesome time. Add in all the crap and lies... There's too many no gots and not enough we's have and paperwork for everything, but to wipe with. I am blessed! The poor locals are freezing and I'm giving out my stuff. They seriously need our combat boots and I'm sick to death of hearing that they've lived here thousands of years without advancements and survived. I'm sorry, why are we here again? I know we're not here to change their way of life, but they work with us and see how we live and eat and we're warm. Do you know how many people have told me that I am SO LUCKY to be an American. "I know I am" what an ungrateful slug am I. That is the reason I can stay upbeat, because I'm so ashamed when I complain when I am very, very blessed. I vow to try to keep my snow complaints, no heat, no lights, blah, blah woes to myself. Thank you Jesus!
Speaking of legs...Mine have had it! I did a whopping 80-ish patients today pounding the rocky road and supplying anti- malaria medication. I felt like the Avon lady. They didn't stand a chance. I flipped out the forms and had them filling them out before they could say no. Then we would have a sit down chat about how everything kills you here, so take your Doxy. (I'm trying to save your lives people!). I think everybody will be taking it- or not. I wanted to knock out all of the shots that are due too and get caught up for a change. Since I'm making my way about camp, let's catch those bunches of shot dodgers. Geez, what ever happened to the days of rescue? We zombie medics are now walking around talking to ourselves with stupid blank stares saying, "I used to be a medic, I used to be a medic." My Buddy Medic has turned into the secretarial medic and has been chained to the desk slaving away at some required paperwork for days. Poor girl. Unfortunately only one can work a spreadsheet at a time and that's her thing. I have always proudly spouted that I chose my profession because you don't have to type and you don't do poop. Times have changed, but at least you get to Facebook! Sick call turned out to have sick people. Imagine that! It is cough and cold season. Now everybody go to bed!( I really could've have use that line on Happy VD).
And if dreams came true... today should've been the day for this morning I woke to no heat and no power! The low was... I don't know -25? I was going to refuse to get up, but nature screamed! I ran out for my ablutions and almost got frostbite. How much can one contractor take? No not me...I'm the positive one. So I suggested a positive spin on this...say, a marshmellow roast. But the PX is out of those. So how 'bout weenies... for breakfast? The PX is out of those too. S'mores..out of those too. They do have plenty of microwaveable stuff. Let's see, who has a microwave- oh that's right, No One! Ha!Ha! Let's just do the bonfire! Nope- we're packed in here pretty tight. We might end up roasting our buddy's. Change of plans.
So I picked misery. It's too cold to be upbeat and I'm tired. I've done 5 months here in this hell hole and traveled to 10 FOB's and had a generally awesome time. Add in all the crap and lies... There's too many no gots and not enough we's have and paperwork for everything, but to wipe with. I am blessed! The poor locals are freezing and I'm giving out my stuff. They seriously need our combat boots and I'm sick to death of hearing that they've lived here thousands of years without advancements and survived. I'm sorry, why are we here again? I know we're not here to change their way of life, but they work with us and see how we live and eat and we're warm. Do you know how many people have told me that I am SO LUCKY to be an American. "I know I am" what an ungrateful slug am I. That is the reason I can stay upbeat, because I'm so ashamed when I complain when I am very, very blessed. I vow to try to keep my snow complaints, no heat, no lights, blah, blah woes to myself. Thank you Jesus!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day or Happy VD as we call it in hell
Happy VD to you- Yippee! Today is Happy Valentine's Day! That's as close as we get for a get out of jail free card. Hugs for everybody, the occasion calls for it! Except for the no fraternation rule and no sex rule...um wait. Did I not hear that as long as the the contractors stay with contractors and not cross over to the military side there is no rule against sex. I said, WHAT? I need to see that in writing. But,since I've seen my share of the PID shuffle and Honeymoon cystitis, I think I will take a pass. Yuk! Everything here is out to kill you.
Take for example, the change in altitudes (Afghanistan has some of the highest mountains in the world with peaks to 24,580 ft). You can go from sea level to 6500 feet or more in one day and still be required to work. The company that I work for is nice and gives us a break to acclimate, but not so with others. Altitude sickness can cause dizziness, difficulty in breathing, chest pain, sweats and any number of symptoms and even death. We suffer exertion toting our own loads including our armor, luggage, PC's, backpacks, blah, blah, (rememeber there are no bellhops, Princess). Plus, you get some pretty fantastic legs from all of the walking that is required going from one place to another when traveling and on base and it can be exausting for anyone. Factor in age, extreme weather, air travel, out of shape, smoke from the fire pit or trees and grass, when you haven't seen it in months, and you can see a truly life threatening condition happen before your very eyes. I don't know what some think coming here with their couch potato-ness. I know a guy who states he's old, but he's in much better shape than the kids, for sure. I keep waiting to see the old part in him as he skips up steps that leave me out of breath. He can walk briskly on ice and moves containers that normally takes two to move. If that's old, I can't wait to get there- except, I never have time to work out and I'm too lazy to get up in the middle of the night like my buddy's do, excuses, excuses. But I do walk!
The rocks that form our sidewalks and streets here are a huge workout! I thought this one guy that works outdoors was a little on the whiney side. He kept coming in for a foot problem...and by the way, "my feet are really paining me". So I gave him some anti-inflammatory and sent him on his way. Yesterday, I had to chase down some patients...about 40 of them, that continually forget about coming in for their scheduled shots. I think I will bring the vaccinations with me in the future... you can run, but you can't hide. (Imagine the visual of me going to the workplace and stabbing all noncompliant-ers in the butt with my needle, Ha! HA! No more excuses!!! Shots are usually given in the arm, except for bad patients...kidding! I can dream, can't I?) So yesterday I did my walk about camp looking in every nook and crevice for said people. I was out for hours walking on the many sized rocks and muck in my trustie snow boots. Sometimes the mud came midway up my calf and that stuff gets heavy! When I got back to the clinic, my feet hurt so bad and my jello legs took a pass from going to the gym for one day. Tired became a new word. Now I have found a new compassion for the Outsiders.
So as I soften up and become "nice girl" again...What am I saying? I'm always nice girl. I can't go anywhere without someone stopping me for a smile, a wave or a little conversation. (I like to call it PR boss). And I know that clients come to see me "the nice girl" and not because I give foot massages and back rubs. It's all in a day's work. (insert pat on back here). So do a little "NICE" today and have a Happy Valentines Day! Now go hug someone...
Take for example, the change in altitudes (Afghanistan has some of the highest mountains in the world with peaks to 24,580 ft). You can go from sea level to 6500 feet or more in one day and still be required to work. The company that I work for is nice and gives us a break to acclimate, but not so with others. Altitude sickness can cause dizziness, difficulty in breathing, chest pain, sweats and any number of symptoms and even death. We suffer exertion toting our own loads including our armor, luggage, PC's, backpacks, blah, blah, (rememeber there are no bellhops, Princess). Plus, you get some pretty fantastic legs from all of the walking that is required going from one place to another when traveling and on base and it can be exausting for anyone. Factor in age, extreme weather, air travel, out of shape, smoke from the fire pit or trees and grass, when you haven't seen it in months, and you can see a truly life threatening condition happen before your very eyes. I don't know what some think coming here with their couch potato-ness. I know a guy who states he's old, but he's in much better shape than the kids, for sure. I keep waiting to see the old part in him as he skips up steps that leave me out of breath. He can walk briskly on ice and moves containers that normally takes two to move. If that's old, I can't wait to get there- except, I never have time to work out and I'm too lazy to get up in the middle of the night like my buddy's do, excuses, excuses. But I do walk!
The rocks that form our sidewalks and streets here are a huge workout! I thought this one guy that works outdoors was a little on the whiney side. He kept coming in for a foot problem...and by the way, "my feet are really paining me". So I gave him some anti-inflammatory and sent him on his way. Yesterday, I had to chase down some patients...about 40 of them, that continually forget about coming in for their scheduled shots. I think I will bring the vaccinations with me in the future... you can run, but you can't hide. (Imagine the visual of me going to the workplace and stabbing all noncompliant-ers in the butt with my needle, Ha! HA! No more excuses!!! Shots are usually given in the arm, except for bad patients...kidding! I can dream, can't I?) So yesterday I did my walk about camp looking in every nook and crevice for said people. I was out for hours walking on the many sized rocks and muck in my trustie snow boots. Sometimes the mud came midway up my calf and that stuff gets heavy! When I got back to the clinic, my feet hurt so bad and my jello legs took a pass from going to the gym for one day. Tired became a new word. Now I have found a new compassion for the Outsiders.
So as I soften up and become "nice girl" again...What am I saying? I'm always nice girl. I can't go anywhere without someone stopping me for a smile, a wave or a little conversation. (I like to call it PR boss). And I know that clients come to see me "the nice girl" and not because I give foot massages and back rubs. It's all in a day's work. (insert pat on back here). So do a little "NICE" today and have a Happy Valentines Day! Now go hug someone...
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The snow effect
Another snow day- Yeah! Memories of being a child and geting the day off of school, and hot chocolate in between bouts of playing in the snow with my friends. But this is Afghanistan-yuk! I watch the beauty of the flakes falling and get heckled as I dust off the porches and make do with cardboard as welcome mats. I thought to add tape to some of that cardboard, (a huge commodity and one I would have to fight to protect) and make a sled on death knoll that leads directly to our backdoor. I fiqured it would be light enough to throw up to the next person who would then slide down the hill! But I was told that it was a no-no. OK, So let the camp goers fall on the big pointy rocks and scrape their butts all the way down. Instead we planned on a sleepless night and waited for the broken arses, legs and necks that would soon be pounding on our door. At least my idea would be more fun.
Snow turns to ice on rocks,(did you know that?) we don't have sidewalks in this part of town. It was good fun watching the fashion conscious girls walk around in their heels and plop on their butts. At one viewing, the audience looked at me for guidance. After a little bit of a pause, (meaning I wanted to tell Barbie to go get proper shoes on), I asked if she was alright? She said yes and did not want my kind of help so, I hurried away from the entertainment. I'm all about caring and compassion, but when stupid be- why look to me? I wear snow boots with my pants tucked in... am I not cute?
This is a base that is sort of on the big side. Lots of people smushed into tents and housed together, except for me and my medic partner. We get to sleep in our clinic, (a bosses dream), which is removed from the others. We have our own rooms, I have a bed and no furniture because I'm a FOB hopper and I'm not here much and not worth the expense. It also doubles as the guest room, so I live out of my suitcase and am getting rather good at it. We are also fortunate enough to be awakened at all hours of the night because people know where to find us. Whoever planned that little maneuver definitely had money signs before their eyes- they get us 24 hrs a day. It really is a good move for the patient who knows where to look for us. I'm here a lot, becoming bored by the none happenings here or I leave with my trustie radio at all times- a lesson learned at Tiny base when I lost it. I really thought the good guy site manager was teaching me a lesson and hid it on me. I really did earned that lesson for always forgetting the radio and he caught me every time. I fiqured I don't hide so why do I need a radio? I was always in plain site somewhere. Boy was I wrong! I did find it after a frantic search and it became my constant companion. And with that radio certain military guys could pull pranks on me on a daily-sometimes hourly basis. They would call out my code names and send me running to and fro and when I arrived, say they didn't call me- in annoyance and I would hear them laughing as I walked away. It was near to the last day when I found that it was their playtime thing. So I was not nuts after all! Ha!
I have no problem with games and socialization. The kids have taken to coming by and spilling their guts and have started calling me mom instead of mame. I'm a good sport, but I can't decide which I like less. I need no reminders that I'm reaching for that ripe 'ol age. Spouses fooling around and divorces are big this week. It really angers me that anyone has to deal with that being so far from home, plus all the crap we deal with on a regular basis. I am very appreciative that anyone wants to talk to me about so personal of matters. I could really write a Diane Sawyer book, but their secrets are safe with me. Everyone is so special and unique here. You have to be to live in hell.
This is a unique kind of hell where it snows and is cold and it reminds me of home. I have a family here and on many bases, but the ones back home...I can't wait to see again! See you soon!
Snow turns to ice on rocks,(did you know that?) we don't have sidewalks in this part of town. It was good fun watching the fashion conscious girls walk around in their heels and plop on their butts. At one viewing, the audience looked at me for guidance. After a little bit of a pause, (meaning I wanted to tell Barbie to go get proper shoes on), I asked if she was alright? She said yes and did not want my kind of help so, I hurried away from the entertainment. I'm all about caring and compassion, but when stupid be- why look to me? I wear snow boots with my pants tucked in... am I not cute?
This is a base that is sort of on the big side. Lots of people smushed into tents and housed together, except for me and my medic partner. We get to sleep in our clinic, (a bosses dream), which is removed from the others. We have our own rooms, I have a bed and no furniture because I'm a FOB hopper and I'm not here much and not worth the expense. It also doubles as the guest room, so I live out of my suitcase and am getting rather good at it. We are also fortunate enough to be awakened at all hours of the night because people know where to find us. Whoever planned that little maneuver definitely had money signs before their eyes- they get us 24 hrs a day. It really is a good move for the patient who knows where to look for us. I'm here a lot, becoming bored by the none happenings here or I leave with my trustie radio at all times- a lesson learned at Tiny base when I lost it. I really thought the good guy site manager was teaching me a lesson and hid it on me. I really did earned that lesson for always forgetting the radio and he caught me every time. I fiqured I don't hide so why do I need a radio? I was always in plain site somewhere. Boy was I wrong! I did find it after a frantic search and it became my constant companion. And with that radio certain military guys could pull pranks on me on a daily-sometimes hourly basis. They would call out my code names and send me running to and fro and when I arrived, say they didn't call me- in annoyance and I would hear them laughing as I walked away. It was near to the last day when I found that it was their playtime thing. So I was not nuts after all! Ha!
I have no problem with games and socialization. The kids have taken to coming by and spilling their guts and have started calling me mom instead of mame. I'm a good sport, but I can't decide which I like less. I need no reminders that I'm reaching for that ripe 'ol age. Spouses fooling around and divorces are big this week. It really angers me that anyone has to deal with that being so far from home, plus all the crap we deal with on a regular basis. I am very appreciative that anyone wants to talk to me about so personal of matters. I could really write a Diane Sawyer book, but their secrets are safe with me. Everyone is so special and unique here. You have to be to live in hell.
This is a unique kind of hell where it snows and is cold and it reminds me of home. I have a family here and on many bases, but the ones back home...I can't wait to see again! See you soon!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Shots in the D
My little typo...I guess the other was a little creepy. Sign up for the St Patty's Day run at Corktown at runmichigan.org. Join our team "Shots in the D". I'll be there!
Travel time
Today is both boring and busy. I love the patients/everyone here on the base and I love it that they want to come and say hi! and by the way, while i'm here (insert illness)...Is it just me or is everyone sick? I'm sick just a bit from traveling. I thought I would skip it this time. I was only in the air for a few minutes...if my throwing arm was what it was 20 years ago...well it never was that great, but I bet someone could throw a rock from this base to Tiny base. The point is, everytime I travel I come down with a cough. Maybe it's these ol' girl lungs, but 2 minutes in the air should've exempted me from coughville, do I never get a free pass? Then there was that bit on the ground for a half an hour where we had to play "chase the ground crew". Apparently we landed in a no off-load zone and after the 6 of us helped the crew to off-load the cargo, We had to load up again and moved/drove to a different area. Note that all heat stops functioning when you land. Not good news when we have hijacked arctic temperatures here. The crew was good enough to put me back in the bird and the guys, (always manly men) soon followed... slowly.
Speaking of sick, my child is getting better slowly. Thank you for your prayers. A little story for the Marter Paranormal Research Team, a freaky thing happened concerning the Angie story...I was sleeping away comfy and warm in my bed. If you've been reading along, you know that my tent doubles as an igloo at night and all heat ceases. Getting out of that bed is mostly impossible and it takes a lot of talking to myself to get me up for work (in the next room where it's cold also). So it's 2 hours from wake time and I hear my baby cry out, "Mommy" like she's screaming into my ear. I jumped out of that bed and ran to call her. She said she'd been trying to reach me because she was in so much pain. Thankfully she went to seek treatment, (she broke her ribs coughing) for I got her SOS a few hours later...being so far away in Afghanistan. Apparently telepathy isn't as quick as Ma Bell.
One thing that is quick- sort of, is planes and I'm coming home March 2nd. After a quick stop in Paris to check out the Left Bank and see Jim Morrison's grave (I've always wanted to do that!) and shop of course, I'll be home. Party time is still to be announced and don't forget we have the St Patty's 5K to attend and run on March 11th in Corktown, (sign up at runmichigan.org.) We are "Shot in the D" team, I think.. but I hope to see everyone soon! I miss you all.
Speaking of sick, my child is getting better slowly. Thank you for your prayers. A little story for the Marter Paranormal Research Team, a freaky thing happened concerning the Angie story...I was sleeping away comfy and warm in my bed. If you've been reading along, you know that my tent doubles as an igloo at night and all heat ceases. Getting out of that bed is mostly impossible and it takes a lot of talking to myself to get me up for work (in the next room where it's cold also). So it's 2 hours from wake time and I hear my baby cry out, "Mommy" like she's screaming into my ear. I jumped out of that bed and ran to call her. She said she'd been trying to reach me because she was in so much pain. Thankfully she went to seek treatment, (she broke her ribs coughing) for I got her SOS a few hours later...being so far away in Afghanistan. Apparently telepathy isn't as quick as Ma Bell.
One thing that is quick- sort of, is planes and I'm coming home March 2nd. After a quick stop in Paris to check out the Left Bank and see Jim Morrison's grave (I've always wanted to do that!) and shop of course, I'll be home. Party time is still to be announced and don't forget we have the St Patty's 5K to attend and run on March 11th in Corktown, (sign up at runmichigan.org.) We are "Shot in the D" team, I think.. but I hope to see everyone soon! I miss you all.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
New way to get me via email
I have signed up for a FeedBurn, which is like telling me to hand you a rachet and I hand you a hammer. I don't understand it at all. One thing that is nice is all you have to do is fill in your email address at the top of the blog and submit it. You will get notification of every new blog as they come out and this is not as hard as signing up. I even did it to try it out. If you have any problems, please let me know
Maria
Maria
Pondering...
These things make me nuts...Today my daughter called. She broke her ribs coughing with her pneumonia. She's been sick since December 17th, 10 days shy of 2 months. I want to call the doctor, who I've known for 20 years and ask him WTH? I'm so angry that I almost replaced that "H" with a "F". It's really not his fault. I should be home taking care of her, but instead I'm throwing money at the problem and trying not to think about it. She needs to take care of herself and grow up, I said to myself. But what happens if it causes her demise (Mommy worry's). Pounts to ponder when you can do nothing else.
And the death of one of Detroits finest, who I knew. I won't be attending his funeral or be there for his widow and kids. That makes me feel so far away and powerless, which I hate because we all know how I like to stay at the wheel. I miss my friends... and I ponder...
And my work... what happened to patient care? I've learned how to type out of necessity...Some days, I can't keep up with the paperwork. I've pondered until I found little tricks to cut down on the time spent on those things that keep us compliant and get us paid. Never much on organization, I have learned that it cuts down on time searching and makes my life easier. I told my buddy that I like rules and procedures and he almost broke his ribs laughing at me while I stared on innocently. Must shine halo tonight, I thought. Another point to ponder...
Add to that the threat that we all suffer of losing our positions. It makes people edgy, disgruntled and not good team players. I constantly say, "look at this as an adventure and not a job. Put on a happy face and a positive attitude. Don't let others steal your joy." I think too many people have had too much adventure and joy snatching here. The conditions frankly suck. They turn off the internet/ hence no communication back home, on a whim. Then, expect everyone to up their game- HA! Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought it was crystal clear that we would be able to correspond with our loved ones. Plus, the temperature outside is only good if you're a polar bear. I woke to seeing my breath from my sleeping bag this morning. I can't tell you how hard it was to run outside and dash to the potty. It almost made peeing in the bed look attractive. It's running me down. I actually had to go to bed early last night- the horror!
I still like it here and I still like the people and all that I've gone through and all that I have yet to suffer. It gives me strength and helps me to grow. I pondered the 10 moves and 8 FOBS that I've been on in 4 months...and that's counts my luggage too- what a drag! I shock myself that my vocabulary has not returned to constant "F" words. I still like to travel... they picked (on) the right girl. (Ha! Bring it on!) And I realized that to get angry would only hurt me. I want to do this job. For me, it's not about the money. I do make an attempt to stay quiet and under the radar.. y'all stop laughing, I said I tried- maybe once or twice...But everyone needs someone on their side and we have NO ONE.. so I stepped up. I can't perfect health, resurrect, be perfection, or save your job, ( I can't even save mine. I count on Jesus for me), but I can be a friend. You can count on me to smile in your face and work on causing one on yours. I will listen to you, sympathize with you, hug you when you need one and be your friend. You can count on it. I have your back.
And the death of one of Detroits finest, who I knew. I won't be attending his funeral or be there for his widow and kids. That makes me feel so far away and powerless, which I hate because we all know how I like to stay at the wheel. I miss my friends... and I ponder...
And my work... what happened to patient care? I've learned how to type out of necessity...Some days, I can't keep up with the paperwork. I've pondered until I found little tricks to cut down on the time spent on those things that keep us compliant and get us paid. Never much on organization, I have learned that it cuts down on time searching and makes my life easier. I told my buddy that I like rules and procedures and he almost broke his ribs laughing at me while I stared on innocently. Must shine halo tonight, I thought. Another point to ponder...
Add to that the threat that we all suffer of losing our positions. It makes people edgy, disgruntled and not good team players. I constantly say, "look at this as an adventure and not a job. Put on a happy face and a positive attitude. Don't let others steal your joy." I think too many people have had too much adventure and joy snatching here. The conditions frankly suck. They turn off the internet/ hence no communication back home, on a whim. Then, expect everyone to up their game- HA! Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought it was crystal clear that we would be able to correspond with our loved ones. Plus, the temperature outside is only good if you're a polar bear. I woke to seeing my breath from my sleeping bag this morning. I can't tell you how hard it was to run outside and dash to the potty. It almost made peeing in the bed look attractive. It's running me down. I actually had to go to bed early last night- the horror!
I still like it here and I still like the people and all that I've gone through and all that I have yet to suffer. It gives me strength and helps me to grow. I pondered the 10 moves and 8 FOBS that I've been on in 4 months...and that's counts my luggage too- what a drag! I shock myself that my vocabulary has not returned to constant "F" words. I still like to travel... they picked (on) the right girl. (Ha! Bring it on!) And I realized that to get angry would only hurt me. I want to do this job. For me, it's not about the money. I do make an attempt to stay quiet and under the radar.. y'all stop laughing, I said I tried- maybe once or twice...But everyone needs someone on their side and we have NO ONE.. so I stepped up. I can't perfect health, resurrect, be perfection, or save your job, ( I can't even save mine. I count on Jesus for me), but I can be a friend. You can count on me to smile in your face and work on causing one on yours. I will listen to you, sympathize with you, hug you when you need one and be your friend. You can count on it. I have your back.
Monday, February 6, 2012
When opportunity knocks...
I'm back at my home base. No one saw me off from the tiny base! WTH??? It was 90 below and wind whipping a roaring 50, but so what. It was ME leaving!! Kidding...do not feel bad y'all from Tiny Baseland. Here's one more laugh to remember me by... I had dreams all night of knocking a certain someone to the ground and doing a Jungle Jane on him...WTH, I'm leaving anyway right Victoria? I remember I heard a saying once that said, when opportunity knocks...and I can't remember the rest, so I lose. I hope you will think of me from time to time. Good times! Anyway, if anyone would've showed up I would've cried like a baby, so instead I tucked myself into the cargo hold of my ride and surprise... My 2 adventure buddies were there! So I got my hugs and tears after all. I will really miss the Tiny base and everyone on it.
So home I am once again. Many remembered me and also lots of new faces. My site manager met me at the terminal and I gave him a big hug...THEN he asks me if so and so was on the ride too. I told him to give me back my hug. He's so funny. It was great catching up with my friends. My hang around buddy Brenda was transferred out since I've been gone. DEPRESSING! and I had to sign a form when I was in-processing (letting everyone know you're back officially), that basically said that I promise not to fraternize or let men sleep over. So I asked the obvious question...who got caught? Ha! Ha! No real answer, but I found out that Salsa night has been permanently shut down- WTH! So now what am I suppose to do on Saturday night? Peeved that SOMEONE messed it up for everyone, I took myself off alone to dinner. I barged into mealtime with the vector guys who always make room for me, but they were done and stayed only a minute. Filthy buggers I thought, I never sat alone at Tiny base, (sniff, sniff)...and another buddy walked in. That's another nice thing about bigger bases is you wait long enough someone will come by that you know. He brought a new guy who's a talker. I think we'll get along just fine. I also hope he's married so he don't think I'll entertain him. I'm here to work...Oh what was I saying in the last paragraph???
Speaking of work, I barely got off my kevlar, (bullet proof vest and snazzy helmet) and was bombarded by patients. Marilette, (my medic buddy here), is still catching up on paperwork from slip and falls and other good stuff that patients suffered from the recent snow and ice, so I'm on duty. Here they have rocks to walk on, not the nice sidewalks that I've grown accustomed to...(hum). On second thought, maybe I will encourage my pal to knock off Frank the medic allowing me to go back to Tiny base. Ha! Ha!.. when opportunity knocks...um...oh never mind.
Ta! Ta!
So home I am once again. Many remembered me and also lots of new faces. My site manager met me at the terminal and I gave him a big hug...THEN he asks me if so and so was on the ride too. I told him to give me back my hug. He's so funny. It was great catching up with my friends. My hang around buddy Brenda was transferred out since I've been gone. DEPRESSING! and I had to sign a form when I was in-processing (letting everyone know you're back officially), that basically said that I promise not to fraternize or let men sleep over. So I asked the obvious question...who got caught? Ha! Ha! No real answer, but I found out that Salsa night has been permanently shut down- WTH! So now what am I suppose to do on Saturday night? Peeved that SOMEONE messed it up for everyone, I took myself off alone to dinner. I barged into mealtime with the vector guys who always make room for me, but they were done and stayed only a minute. Filthy buggers I thought, I never sat alone at Tiny base, (sniff, sniff)...and another buddy walked in. That's another nice thing about bigger bases is you wait long enough someone will come by that you know. He brought a new guy who's a talker. I think we'll get along just fine. I also hope he's married so he don't think I'll entertain him. I'm here to work...Oh what was I saying in the last paragraph???
Speaking of work, I barely got off my kevlar, (bullet proof vest and snazzy helmet) and was bombarded by patients. Marilette, (my medic buddy here), is still catching up on paperwork from slip and falls and other good stuff that patients suffered from the recent snow and ice, so I'm on duty. Here they have rocks to walk on, not the nice sidewalks that I've grown accustomed to...(hum). On second thought, maybe I will encourage my pal to knock off Frank the medic allowing me to go back to Tiny base. Ha! Ha!.. when opportunity knocks...um...oh never mind.
Ta! Ta!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Bye-Bye tiny base
To everyone, I am sorry about the recent block to my site. Eventhough I have everyone that is appropriate checking it out which includes 2 different corporations, the Military and the Taliban- (that I thank for giving me importance) checking my blog site and even a censor that helps and cuts all the good stuff out, there was still an issue that was brought to my attention and a paper trail started. Now I can see why I am the only blogger that allows everyone to view my blog. You just can't please all of the people... And since I've been near the chopping block more times in 4 months than I thought possible, I thought to be selective, but WTH??? These are me stories and my adventures. I really trust in God that he has a reason for the possibilities and realities that brought me here in the first place. And when it's time to leave, he'll be doing the send off and no one else! So read on....
I'm leaving the tiny base to go back to my new/old base very soon. People are funny- have I mentioned that? I have made a bunch of friends here, this being the friendliest little base that I've ever been on. I have enjoyed my time here. Many people have asked me to stay and even tried to make it happen, but this base " is not big enough for the both of us." So off I go. As this event unfolds, I watch and hear everything, selectively discarding what doesn't pertain to me- like everyone else does. I've watched as I've said my good- byes to all and their responses. Some cry... and I know I'll be wailing like a baby as my ride swoops me away. I'm taking a ton of pictures and many have stopped me to take mine. Then there's some who I've hung around with who are now pulling away. That's what we all call survival mode...don't feel, don't get hurt. And that's the hardest thing about FOB hopping. It's not the getting to know you part- at least not for me Ms Social Butterfly. It's the leaving part. I've never laughed so hard and bonded so easily with a group of people (EMS excluded). I blame the Site Manger. He's been a good friend. He's a tough bugger and very authoritive. He's here as a leader and to make decisions and make sure things run smoothly and get done... a job which does not encourage friendships. His kindness is expressed in his decision making and for the good of all. He really cares about everyone in a family sort of way. Plus everyone wants to please him. Recently he went on a short vaction and the group performed as he was still present. (He really needs to bottle that! He'd make a fortune...in fact I want me some). He has picked the best of the best in his personnel and he wanted me to work here too? Now that's a man that knows quality!! And he's not too bad to look at...but I'm getting into dirty old lady territory. Speaking of Alen (no I didn't mispell. It's Bosnian Alan) has also been a good friend. The first day, the guy I was replacing took me to introduce me around. Alen came up to me in a way that I described later as overwhelming- and you know that's a big word for me since I can be a too cheery at times. There he is and barrels over to me, looking very cute with his outstretched hand and come hither voice and says, "Hi! I'm Alen." It was enough to make any girl swoon. Since I'm well on my way to making Alen blush as he reads this, I also told him that I would post his picture and make all the girls back home jealous and he laughed! So look at the picture...he is adorable and nice in an unassuming way.
The girls here...what can I say? I will really miss them. They have been like bestfriends and I'm rooming with them now. Going back to that was almost like going home. Even the military interact and have been the best and nicest. I have never had that experience and I'm so glad that it happened here. I have always been grateful for their service and frequently tell them so, but now it's personal...really good people here.
The clowns of anywhere were here as well: the one-liner Brit with a great chuckle, a simple, sweet guy from Chicago, Illinois (2nd in greatness to Michigan- 'couse I'm partial and the one with the blog), who can turn any of my words around and make me blush- and a Texan who sings oldies through meals and always has a joke. And my adventure buddies Steve and Roger. Thank you for a good time.
So as I ready myself to leave, the only blip in my funfilled time here was that I lost my cell phone. I don't have anyone's number anymore. If you would be so good as to email or privately Facebook your number to me, I will try not to be such a bonehead again. Hasta manana
I'm leaving the tiny base to go back to my new/old base very soon. People are funny- have I mentioned that? I have made a bunch of friends here, this being the friendliest little base that I've ever been on. I have enjoyed my time here. Many people have asked me to stay and even tried to make it happen, but this base " is not big enough for the both of us." So off I go. As this event unfolds, I watch and hear everything, selectively discarding what doesn't pertain to me- like everyone else does. I've watched as I've said my good- byes to all and their responses. Some cry... and I know I'll be wailing like a baby as my ride swoops me away. I'm taking a ton of pictures and many have stopped me to take mine. Then there's some who I've hung around with who are now pulling away. That's what we all call survival mode...don't feel, don't get hurt. And that's the hardest thing about FOB hopping. It's not the getting to know you part- at least not for me Ms Social Butterfly. It's the leaving part. I've never laughed so hard and bonded so easily with a group of people (EMS excluded). I blame the Site Manger. He's been a good friend. He's a tough bugger and very authoritive. He's here as a leader and to make decisions and make sure things run smoothly and get done... a job which does not encourage friendships. His kindness is expressed in his decision making and for the good of all. He really cares about everyone in a family sort of way. Plus everyone wants to please him. Recently he went on a short vaction and the group performed as he was still present. (He really needs to bottle that! He'd make a fortune...in fact I want me some). He has picked the best of the best in his personnel and he wanted me to work here too? Now that's a man that knows quality!! And he's not too bad to look at...but I'm getting into dirty old lady territory. Speaking of Alen (no I didn't mispell. It's Bosnian Alan) has also been a good friend. The first day, the guy I was replacing took me to introduce me around. Alen came up to me in a way that I described later as overwhelming- and you know that's a big word for me since I can be a too cheery at times. There he is and barrels over to me, looking very cute with his outstretched hand and come hither voice and says, "Hi! I'm Alen." It was enough to make any girl swoon. Since I'm well on my way to making Alen blush as he reads this, I also told him that I would post his picture and make all the girls back home jealous and he laughed! So look at the picture...he is adorable and nice in an unassuming way.
The girls here...what can I say? I will really miss them. They have been like bestfriends and I'm rooming with them now. Going back to that was almost like going home. Even the military interact and have been the best and nicest. I have never had that experience and I'm so glad that it happened here. I have always been grateful for their service and frequently tell them so, but now it's personal...really good people here.
The clowns of anywhere were here as well: the one-liner Brit with a great chuckle, a simple, sweet guy from Chicago, Illinois (2nd in greatness to Michigan- 'couse I'm partial and the one with the blog), who can turn any of my words around and make me blush- and a Texan who sings oldies through meals and always has a joke. And my adventure buddies Steve and Roger. Thank you for a good time.
So as I ready myself to leave, the only blip in my funfilled time here was that I lost my cell phone. I don't have anyone's number anymore. If you would be so good as to email or privately Facebook your number to me, I will try not to be such a bonehead again. Hasta manana
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Get your meds!
I have been so busy! It's been difficult finding time to blog. We've had dignitaries/corporate people to entertain...fun, fun! In between that, I'm on a mission to make sure that everyone has anti-mosquito medication. It's a little difficult convincing some people that it's good for you when there's nothing flying about and the weather right now is only good if you're a penguin. I have to get proof that everyone has it or I'm to give them a new bottle and almost every time the Americans give me a hard time. That's got me wondering... We all know that too much antibiotics is not a good thing. It won't work if you abuse it, so the Americans or anyone that can google- who we call cyberchondiacs (thanks Bill for the term), don't want it or they think they'll get an infection "down under." YUK! Who wants that, but compared to death...come on people. As I've said before, everything here is out to kill you and that includes mosquitoes. Meanwhile the poorest of poor, ie; Indians and Kenyans, want as much as they can lay their hands on. I actually heard one person tell another...take it and send it home. I guess that way they don't have to buy antibiotics when they need them. I understand that it's hard to get care in the poorest of countries. (Like when they thank us for their immunizations) The only gauge I have is Cambodia and I never saw a hospital there. I also heard that I didn't want to either. So in those countries they make it easy to buy medication. (ala Mexico for those back home). One young fellow brought me his prescription from his homeland as proof that he already had some anti- malaria medication and it was exactly what I was handing out...'course I had to tell him that it might not be the same thing...strength and additives and such. But I told him it was FREE to take from the company and in fact it was required. So as a good employee he took it and signed on the dotted line. Another gave the excuse of an allergy. When I offered the suggested medication for allergy prone individuals, they took the original but was not a happy little camper. Another enterprising fellow asked how much it would sell for on Ebay. Good grief...see how it goes when the care is free. Then again...no one wants to be told that they have to do anything... even when it's good for them.
Who's your Daddy! (2/1/12)
Today our safety topic was Sexual Harassment. Our Site Manger and all around good guy, gives us these briefs every morning at 6 am with different safety topics each morning to keep us on our toes and keep us diligent and safe. I've been at this little FOB (base) since the 8th (3 weeks) and I can not believe that all required personnel show up for these meetings. Even I do and I don't even have to be there. I go because it's good customer service and the community has a chance to interact with me. This in turn builds trust and use of me as their care provider. So it was that this topic in mind that my buddy and I would entertain ourselves for the best part of today and take a turn in harassing the guys. Usually they're good sports and they think it's funny when we try to whistle anyways. And then it snowed and equipment blew again and the pipes froze and the heat went out and all that were not busy on emergencies were busy shoveling- me included. It is a team effort on these small bases. So now we're all too tired for games and it's Mother Natures turn to tease and say, "who's your daddy!." The sun came out for a brief reprieve and then it chickened out too.
The locals claim that they haven't gotten weather like this in 20 years. My halo/TelePrompter balloon that sits over my head sends a news flash to me- the weather is following me from home. I must keep this little secret or my contemporaries or the the talitubbies would really come after me. They attempted a sneak attack on the BIG Boys. I'd love to say silly mad men or even be rude enough to say dumb balls. But the truth of these missions is they give the farmers and such some money to care for their families, train them for 10 minutes and convince them to attack the BAD Americans. What's one more innocent, dumb Afghani life when they get blown to kingdom come. It done to keep us on our toes and gives them leverage for negotiations when we supposedly sit down in Qatar. In the meantime the Pakistani's, (who switched sides), are calling for our help after getting their butts handed it them by their buddies. I watch CNN too. All I can say is Who's your Daddy now!
The locals claim that they haven't gotten weather like this in 20 years. My halo/TelePrompter balloon that sits over my head sends a news flash to me- the weather is following me from home. I must keep this little secret or my contemporaries or the the talitubbies would really come after me. They attempted a sneak attack on the BIG Boys. I'd love to say silly mad men or even be rude enough to say dumb balls. But the truth of these missions is they give the farmers and such some money to care for their families, train them for 10 minutes and convince them to attack the BAD Americans. What's one more innocent, dumb Afghani life when they get blown to kingdom come. It done to keep us on our toes and gives them leverage for negotiations when we supposedly sit down in Qatar. In the meantime the Pakistani's, (who switched sides), are calling for our help after getting their butts handed it them by their buddies. I watch CNN too. All I can say is Who's your Daddy now!
Wintertime, Funtime! (1/26/12)
So the snow... It supposedly is a fluke to snow this far south and this much. I believe it! It was great fun watching it through others who have never seen it before. There were Kenyans and Nationals, out without their coats, sliding in it and taking so many pictures to send back home. I just wish we could've found something to sled on- no EMS sleds (backboards) here. Then the soldiers came out and started a snowball fight. I brought out my camera and got pummeled! There were a few falls but no one broke bones... so all's well.
Speaking of breaking something...I will be joining my family on a fun run when I get home. Plan on being there or be square. It's on March 11th at Corktown. www.runmichigan.com for further info. I understand our group name is "Shots in the D", so join in- it'll be fun! For me it means getting off my butt and giving up lazing around to train, but they're worth it. Thanks for motivating me! It also means breaking my smoking habit, as we all know I can't (or won't) run and smoke. Today was a huge success because I only smoked 6 cigarettes, because I'm in training and I did a mile in 20 minutes without too much huffing and puffing. I barely broke a sweat. I have just over a month to get ready- yikes! So I am training here in my bare feet (well- socks) on a treadmill because I left my running stuff at the last base, which was really stupid and a mistake I will not make again.
I'm trying hard to just take the essentials on these little hops. I have to carry all my own stuff and it's a lot of work! Let's start with the 2 lap tops that I have to carry and then my sleeping bag, pillow and blanket, sheets. Then my vest and helmet, (which weighs a ton). Then clothes and toiletries. I know exactly why some people smell! I broke down and bought an rolling army duffle and a better backpack. I'll see if it makes any difference. The bags I have all have wheels , but the rocks and gravel and sand are extremely hard on everything here. I could not even imagine dragging it through snow. We also have a weight limit of 50 lbs. It makes me laugh the stuff that I can hoard in my pockets!
So one more week on this cute little base and BIG tears when I leave. These people have been great and the best and friendliest military that I've ever met.
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