You know, I don't even remember my post last night. The medications post? I don't even remember posting it. Wow! I hate my meds, because it's like I'm drunk and anything I do during that time, not going to remember it later. I really hate that feeling. Actually thought someone hacked my account for a second. My memory sucks and these meds add to it. Blah! WTF over.
Anyways, its monday and I definetely feel like a garfield today. Not really wanting to go in but I know I have to. Now its just getting my ass in gear and getting ready. So, I'll be seeing you....
"War is sweet for the inexperienced." In no way will I ever try to compare my combat experience to that of an Infantryman, Sniper, MP, Tanker or a Combat Medic, however, one thing that brings us all together is the after effects we carry home with us. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is an injury that ranges from mild to severe to debilitating. Folks need to know that despite the lack of visible scars, we're still wounded.
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