Good to Go

Yesterday was a rough day for me. I never lost hope but I certainly felt like crap. After registration and a bit more of work I went to see my father at the VA. He's recovering from hip replacement surgery. Just walking into the VA immediately snapped me back to my on-going Infantry sub routine that runs in the background of my life.

I walked into a gallery of photos, memento's and medals and observed a veteran in a wheelchair sobbing in front of a purple heart display. It was touching. Of course in all things military, the building is huge and makes no sense and I walked all over asking every 'Ma'am' and 'Sir' how to find his room. I think military hospitals were all designed based on a Rube Goldberg machine.

After bringing the Ole' man his pogie bait, I tried to leave. Again, I was running on my sub-routine and even though I was getting no closer to getting out of the hospital I kept getting closer and closer to the D-Fac (Dining Facility). All Grunts know that when lost head for the food.

I should also say that as the day wore on, my physical well-being was deteriorating. I felt hot, my throat hurt...I went back to my office and just laid down for an hour getting myself ready for a race seminar at 7pm. I ended up cancelling. I went home and straight to bed. I slept ten hours and today I feel much, much better. No sinus problem, no drainage.

Good to go.