I survived the day and more importantly, I survived the doctor’s exam. I could tell he wasn’t too happy with my arm not being in a sling especially considering that I wasn’t wearing it. I’m sure he had some thoughts going thru his mind especially being the old US Navy doctor that he was and him knowing that I was retired enlisted. But he aint wearing them boards no more and I aint wearing them chevrons no more either. He pretty much left it as it was and we moved on.
No good deed goes unpunished and mine is that have to return to work tomorrow. I’ve had a lot of time to think over the past seven weeks and even got a wee bit wound up but I caught myself. I think that at the end of the day that I’m gonna use the lessons that we learn in basic training:
- Keep your mouth shut.
- Don’t volunteer
- Say “Yes sir and No sir” three bags full.
- Do as you’re told.
The rest is all BS and nothing but a thing that doesn’t matter 5 seconds after you walk out the door for the last time. At the end of the day, your worth is only as much as what you can do to help further their aims and you’re just gonna be discarded like an old sock once they can no longer get anything out of you. Screw em. It’s a paycheck and nothing more. It’s only a means to an end.