|Battalion Parade Ft. Devens, Mass|
Last night I returned to work. I was a bit woozy but I made it through my eight hour shift.
It was good to return to work. Of course I was very busy, this is the height of the summer season.
But I didn't mind. I am appreciative that I have this good job.
Returning to work last night reminded me of an episode I had when I was in the Army at Ft. Devens Massachusetts. That was also a hot summer August day and I was very sick. I was very nauseous. I think the cause was dried soap on the metal tray that I ate off in the mess hall.
We had a battalion parade that afternoon. There I was in my freshly pressed khakis and blue ascot, ready to march. As we were marching I felt bile coming up in my throat. I was about to throw up on the soldier marching in front of me. I couldn't do that. So I dropped out of the parade and sat down in the shade of a maple tree, waiting for the wave of nausea to go away. I was sure I was going to be arrested and sent to the stockade for dropping out of the parade. But nothing happen.
After the waves of nausea passed and I managed not to throw up, I went back to my barracks.
|Old barracks Ft. Devens, Mass|
After I returned to the barracks I did vomit. I had "it" coming out both ends. The barracks was empty, this being a Friday and everyone was at the parade. The MP didn't come after me.
The next day I was scheduled for KP. I just couldn't imagine going on KP, feeling as I did. I had never before went on sick call but decided to.
After I got myself together, I went to sick call building. It was closed for the weekend. What? CLOSED? What? Soldiers don't get sick on the weekend? I guess not.
The next morning (Saturday), I arrived at the battalion mess hall, reporting for KP. Of course I was assigned pots and pans. I was sure I would die. I didn't. I survived that fifteen hour shift, getting off at nine o'clock that night which my water shriveled hands.
I think I sweated out the sick in me during the early morning hours in that hot and steamy kitchen, washing the pots and pans. I slowly returned to normal in the afternoon. I got through it. You know what folks, if I got through that episode, as sick as I was, last night was nothing. Still, I wouldn't want to chance going to work feeling like I did last Thursday morning.
Only a week to go until my appointment with my ENT doctor next week.
|Me with my buddies at Ft. Devens, Mass - 1960 (can you identify me?)|