A friend wrote to ask whatever happened to the blog....
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I left Afghanistan in March. One night I was sleeping, dreaming of home and thinking that I was in my comfy queen sized bed, and I rolled over. Plunk! Right on the floor. Thankfully my duffle bag was there, but my bad leg, complete with a bad knee, landed on the floor. It swelled a bit, but not enough to hamper any activity- ( nothing keeps me down). The next day, we were moved to employee land, close to my area of work- yippee! As they were assigning top bunks, mean little " I know everything girl" took that opportunity to tell our superior (her boyfriend), that I had fallen out of my bed. I thought it was a ploy to get rid of me since I had walked into the spare abandoned clinic building the night before, (hey, there's a useable phone there!) and found her and the boss doing the hokey pokey- oops! The boss decides to take me to someone with real power who states that I'm not fit for duty due to rolling out of bed...what a crock! HR gave me the option to demob, ( leave on my own/ quit) which I ended up doing. No muss, no fuss. And I am so thrilled to be going home to my new little grandson!
Funny thing happened after I left, the girl ended up filing a sexual harassment on the boyfriend (who she pre- knew from back in her hometown of Wyoming). She ran away to Afghanistan after being left at the alter...it was all the scandal in orientation. Manipulative witch is one thing that comes to mind about her. All you can do is pray for people like that and stay out of their way.
So I'm home! When I returned the last time, I immediately went into counseling. Post traumatic stress syndrome is what it's called. I figured that would be a step in the right direction after I dove under the bed one night while asleep. I heard a loud noise/ thunder/ backfire- who knows. But, I thought we were under attack. I was also having a difficult time piecing my life back together, so off to someone who specializes in this kind of thing. He was wonderful and in no time I was new again. Back to church and serving and socializing. I again went the second time on my return...I was so angry. But a month later, I was back and with a new job- in a factory...one of the big three, of all places.
So I have new adventures coming up. My RN test is next month with plans to far off lands to follow. In the meantime, this factory thing is rip roaring hilarious and I may write about it from time to time. It's good to be home!
