Oh, I hate procrastination.
I’ve cumulated a lot of blog topics this past summer and didn’t even
type one blog. I’m kicking myself in the
ass right now. I wanted to get at least
four done before the next semester started, but it looks like I’ll be doing
them during the semester and quite possibly the next one. Anyways,
let us talk about my summer this year.
First off, my dad came to my house to visit, or at least I thought that
was his intention in doing. He brought over
a load of things that were mine, along with some furniture, towels, and some
olde clothes of mine that I thought were long gone. I was happy to see my father, he was around
for the Fourth of July in my area, which was at high risk for fires going out of
control if not put out properly. In
fact, my area was in a code red meaning no one could cook, smoke, have any
campfires, or do fireworks during the holiday.
It was like that for a good month here in Pueblo. The reason for it was because the state of
Colorado had three major wildfires this past summer, with the worst one only
fifty miles southwest from me. It was interesting,
though sad because two of the wildfires were created by people being careless. I really don’t think people nowadays know to
build a proper campfire. Well, as I’m
going off-topic, let’s get back to my dad.
As I thought he was coming here to visit, along with bringing some much-needed
stuff, his plan was to come live with me for a few months! I was kind of shocked about this when he told
me. I mean, I love my dad, but I don’t
want him to move in with me. I and he
cannot live together, it has been tried a few times and it simply doesn’t
work. Also, my dad seems to have it in
his head that he wants to leave my mom, which should’ve happened over twenty
years ago. It was his decision to stay
with my mom after they got divorced, which was an extremely bad idea from the
get-go. So, now being I have a house my
dad thinks he can just move right into my place. As I said before, I love my dad, but we cannot
live together. It just doesn’t
work. So, he ended up staying for three
weeks, which was plenty and left me some money, which I can always use. He hasn’t contacted me since then, nor has my
mom. However, I should be hearing from
them in the next couple of weeks as my birthday is approaching.
One great thing that did happen this summer for me was finally
getting my first medical evaluation since leaving the Army. It took some time to get it scheduled, but I
finally got the appointment and went through with flying colors, well, a little
bit I guess. The evaluation took an
hour, and I had to go up to Colorado Springs for it. The end was the result of it was I am officially diagnosed
with PTSD. The doctor that did my evaluation
was shocked that the Army didn’t diagnose me before, but I’m not surprised
about it. The Army loves to not take responsibility
for their own actions. The plus side of
it is my disability is not going away.
Now, I’ll have to get my DD-214 updated with a permanent disability, not
a temporary disability. This comes up to
another project I’ve been thinking about the past few months of this year. As some of you may know, I have another blog here, called Ass Kissers and Toxic Leaders, talking about some of my
experiences and my views on the US Army.
I’ve decided I want to take this a step further and make a book of
it. I will still be adding entries into
my blog, which will result in a collection I will put together for a book. However, this is going to be a challenge
considering the Army is not going to just allow a book to talk about all its
bad sides to be published. I would still
have to bring my manuscript to DoD to get their approval, which I know they
will not approve a book showing the Army in a negative light. This is why I will still be adding entries
to my blog. In fact, a couple months
ago I decided to put disclaimers at the end of each entry in that blog, just to
avoid any kind of legal action that may try to intervene. The doctor that evaluated me said she knew an
investigative reporter that would like to know more of my story. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask to give me the
info of that reporter, so I’m looking around for someone to help me with the
book. Also, I began to look at some of the repercussions
that would happen if this did get published successfully. First, I may lose my disability. Then, most
if not all, the benefits that I got after leaving the Army. And finally, nearly every Veteran I know,
along with the few friends I have are still in Active Duty, will turn their
back on me and say I shouldn’t have done it.
But, I don’t care, it needs to be told.
I’m already talking about it online, and I haven’t even scratched the
surface yet. So, stay tuned with my
blog.
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