On the Road

I have been traveling the last few days. Last night I didn't quite get as far as I wanted and have ended up at a Holiday Inn in Wauseon, Ohio. Up until this point in my trip there has not been any snow except for some flurries here and there. Well, there is about three inches on my truck. Fun.
What makes this really exciting is I forgot to pack my jacket. Not that my jacket was really warm anyway, but it is more the principle I think.

300th Comment - February

Fairlane has given me my 300th comment of the month.

Congratulations!

You are now entitled to my imaginary collection of troll foot cozies.

Thank you for your continued support!

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part XI - C

Not that I expect anyone to keep track of my health issues, I mean this is a web journal or my diary or whatever and all you are reading bits and pieces of my personal life. Mel, keeps on insisting that I say "exactly" what is wrong in her comments, and I feel I have covered this. NO DOCTOR HAS THE EXACT UNDERSTANDING OF THE HUMAN BODY. But the last one has some good guesses and what little he has told has made sense to me.

The EPB and the APL are my problem tendons. The goal at the moment is to keep me from moving my thumb using those two tendons. Surgery is needed for the APL and therapy for the EPB. The best recovery time suggested is six months.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part XI - B

I was made a new splint today, but unfortunately after several hours it seems to hurt me more than help me. There is no way to go back and have it modified or remade today so first thing in the morning I will be visiting the hospital.
Anyone who has experience with a major base in the early morning hours knows just how fun traffic will be. Hopefully, the burned off gas will be worth it.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part XI

Not just anyone can get an MRI in Jacksonville. At least not in a short amount of time. In about two weeks I will have an MRI, then about a week later my doctor and I will look at it. "We" are going to figure out when I have surgery after this appointment.

So no matter how you look at it I am looking at about month or so before any action takes place.

RevGals' Friday Five: Heaven

Singing Owl of RevGals has had the loss of her sister and has decided to a heavenly Friday five. She writes:

So how about we share five "heavenly" things? These can me serious or funny or a combination of the two.
What is your idea of a heavenly (i.e. wonderful and perfect):

1. Family get-together
I would have to say the first few days of whatever leave period I am on.

2. Song or musical piece
Ride of the Valkyries (The beginning of Act III of Die Walküre by Richard Wagner) My favorite is actually the Apocalypse Now version with the "warfare" in the background or foreground depending on your point of view.

3. Gift
Good Hug (Many)

4. You choose whatever you like-food, pair of shoes, vacation, house, or something else. Just tell us what it is and what a heavenly version of it would be.
I would normally answer with Twizzlers, but I think I may be in a transition phase with that. I suppose food wise I would have to say, roast duck. It is just awesome.

5. And for a serious moment, or what would you like your entrance into the next life to be like?
What, from your vantage point now, would make Heaven "heavenly?"
I would like to think that it is better than "this" but I am ready for a surprise. (I make fun of it all the time.)
I would say riding the breeze on a warm summer day would be just fine.

The Meaning of the Asterisk

I thought I wrote about his before, but someone emailed me asking and if one is asking then there are twenty others.

I have an asterisk next the blogs that I have classified "holy."

I am not a holy person, I am though a man, and men tend to need road maps at certain times in life. This addition you could say is my landmark to help me find my way.

Take that anyway you all feel you need to take it.

Up in the Morning Before the North Carolina Sun

Normally, I would be doing some sort of PT right now. I haven't really done anything in the morning that would qualify to be PT. After my visit with my new doctor, "we" learned that I have two tendons with problems. One would require surgery and the other therapy. He had explained about all the possible problems that could occur during the surgery and he explained what I still need to get done before he can operate. So this morning I have a" laundry list" of crap to do and call.

I haven't heard anything about the house since yesterday. I don't expect to until later today, the sellers are in California. Apparently, there are several others that put in offers besides me on Tuesday, so someone is not going to get what they want. My agent "said" they were leaning towards mine, but who knows what the fuck that means.

Blog Roll Amnesty Redux

I stole this idea from Mathman who stole it from Rotus which is nifty in its ownright.

"It appears that the rules by which Technorati, Google and other important social websites and search engines rank blogs do not take blogrolls into consideration but do count links within posts. I want my blogroll to count so I am posting it here. If you would like to be included in my blogroll, please leave a comment on this post, including your blog’s URL. I make no promises as to performance but, at least have good intentions.

My Blogroll Policy (Redux) : If you ask me to, I will link to your blog or website even if it offends me, when I get around to it. I reserve the right to decline to link, or to remove a link without notice and without giving a reason... This policy is subject to change without notice. Don’t argue with me, this is my blog."

Wyldth1ng's Blogroll:

You've Really Got to Love Your People*
Yearning For God*
When Will I Use This?
Ton-Fifty-ONE
The Village Carpenter
The Daily Gut
Suitably Flip
Sharing a Journey*
Seeking Authentic Voice*
Rogue Gunner
Random Thoughts of an Aspiring Expat
Presbyterian Gal*
Presbyfruit
Post Secret
Possible Water*
PoliTits
MilBlogs
Magdalene's Musings*
Lost in Lima Ohio, A True Crime Blog
LadyBurg*
Jeans, Flops, and Jesus*
Inner Dorothy*
Identity Mixed
I, Splotchy
Hot Cup Lutheran*
FranIAm
Faith in Community*
distributorcap NY
Confederate Yankee
Cheesehead in Paradise*
Bruttally Honest
Blonde Sagacity
Beyond Assumptions

Then this is the extra list that I have not added due to pure lazyness.

RevGalBlogPals*
Zaius Nation
We Do It Too
The Warped Mind of Ron
The Glamorous Life of a Hausfrau
Random thoughts and Acts of Stupidty
Random Laundry
No Smoking in the Skull Cave
Mock, Paper, Scissors
Meaning and Authenticity*
Jonestown
Growing Where I'm Planted*
Freida Bee
Bits and Odd Pieces of Mindy's Kingdom
Aunt Dahlia
all the way from oy to vey
My Saturday Evening Post

Vexing Day

I apologize to everyone I have supposed to contact either yesterday or today. I have been busy doing stuff that I should have been doing all weekend. Today, I put on offer on a home, which I can not get my hopes up because so did three of people. The home has been on the market one day. I changed my offer twice just to make mine better than the others.

Also, in possible good news, I am seeing another doctor tomorrow for my wrist/hand. Hopefully, progress will take place.

Pain Without Love

If you are a regular reader you know that I have been in pretty much constant pain for about three months now. Most of my regular readers are also married and/or have kids. I am a single man. No surprises right? I want to have sex (throwing out a number here) four times a day. Luckily for me "rosy" never turns me down. (Alright, where am I going with this?) Well, the variables of me trying to have sex are really against me. The best way to really increase my odds is to go to a non-military town or find an all girl sorority. Here is the catch to my fun, every time I move my left wrist or thumb, pain takes over and whatever I am doing takes second seat. It almost seems like I am in a catch-22.

(I suppose I am not blogger savvy enough because my videos don't seem to want to work for me, that is okay.)

State of the Wyldth1ng

A friend of mine sent me that survey link that I posted yesterday. She thought it would hint to me that I am ready to settle down or some crap like that. The thing is, and I have posted this before so nothing new here, I have been DIVORCED three times. I got the t-shirt, then she took it away.

Funny part, about my luck is that I really haven't been trying to hard. I mean I just have been walking up to some of these women after a few minutes of observation time and saying something like let's go out Saturday night with me. Maybe because I have been bold in my statements, I don't know. Granted, after my encounter with the pixie, I have been staying clear of the ones that look like they are in their low twenties.

Here is a kicker in the whole situation, my latest night was last night. I went to sleep at about midnight. I haven't been drinking much for a couple of reasons. It is either beer or drugs and there is no libido with my drugs and legally I can't drive with them. The drugs are worse than the drinking, wacky. Plus, I don't need to do anything daring, I did that shit when I was in my low to mid twenties. It didn't get me very far.

Unfortunately, I encountered my "house mates" while out last night. I have come to the conclusion that these two are completely oblivious to other peoples feelings and emotions. They are perfect for each other. Again, both said some derogatory comments to me and had no idea that they were pissing me off. I can not express how hard it is to be "nice" to someone that isn't very in return.

Since being back I have been trying to have some of my local friends read the blog or at least glance at this sucker. It is like pulling teeth from a rhino. "They" have no problem going to there MySpace account, so I put a couple of links on mine. Doesn't even require any fucking typing of their part. (myspace.com/wyldth1ng Just in case you all want to see my nipple.) I really have not updated it lately, so much to do so little time. I need to get rid of some of this shit, I just have too much crap of me out on the web.

Some Silly Survey

Are You Fit to Commit?

My Result: fit to commit because you know what you want

You don't need us to tell you that you're on the right track. A cool and confident person, you know what you want; now it's just a matter of finding it. Even more important, you know that love is about much more than what kind of clothes they wear or car they drive. And you're ready to make it work.


You've gotten to a place where you are happy with your life, and you're ready to share it with someone special. So whether you've found them or are still looking, know that this time, you'll get what you want.

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fittocommitnewogt&c=50652

Good News Saturday

My Dad is doing okay.

My vacation plans are turning out better than I thought they would.

Someone bought me a beer last night (first beer bought by someone else).

Actually I thought I had more good news to write about but that is about it. The house I liked, I was too late to put an offer on so that is back to the drawing board with that. My wrist is unchanged. My truck still has "extra" dents in it that I didn't put there. I am still unhappy about my current living arrangement( should have thought more about it before agreeing).

RevGals' Friday Five: Baptism

For today's RevGals Friday five, I am telling you about my baptismal experiences. (Has something to do with this guy named, Nicodemus, to which I don't think I ever heard of before.)

1. When and where were you baptized? Do you remember it? Know any interesting tidbits?
November 1975, might have been a bad experience since I do not remember a thing about it. Maybe it was good, hard to say.

2. What's the most unexpected thing you've ever witnessed at a baptism?
I once saw a baby boy add to the baptismal water, you could say he left a deposit for the service.

3. Does your congregation have any special traditions surrounding baptisms?
Haven't found a good church since returning so this question does not apply as of yet.

4. Are you a godparent or baptismal sponsor? Have a story to tell?
I am a godfather of three. A niece and a boy and girl of an old friend from my first enlistment. Unfortunately, I have been neglecting my godfather duties the past few years. So off to the penalty box, I go.

5. Do you have a favorite baptismal song or hymn?
I would be lying if I said I did, no don't know of anything right off the top of my head.

The Spirits Are Not Calling

Ring! Ring!
Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?
Dial tone.


My life regardless of how happy I try to make it so, just doesn't go that way. I don't think I need to go into my wrist situation, that is well covered. My Dad is in a questionable state at the moment and hopefully will hear more by the afternoon. I have been trying to find and buy a reasonable home and that has not been going well at all. (The whole east side of NC is swamp land.) I have some issues with people that were, in theory, looking over my interests while in Iraq and at the moment doesn't look like a pleasant ending. I am not really happy about my current living situation, but I figure I can hold out till I close on a home. I flat out told my "housemate" that I was depressed and he ridiculed me even further. What kind of bastard does that? The good part at the moment, may be a happening or two in Pennsylvania in about two weeks. Plans for that are looking good at this time.

Something to Say

I have been trying to do some planning for my vacation and for the record, it is looking like it will be a good leave period.

This makes me happy.

Nothing to Say

I have nothing to say today.

I am in pain.



Sometimes a hug would be nice.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part X, The New Experience

I feel like today was a waste of a day. I went to Wilmington to see a civilian doctor, which is about sixty eight miles from Jacksonville with my vehicle. I know that is the correct mileage because that is what the sign read on the road and my odometer confirmed it. So, I go to the doctor's office and see a "nurse" tell her all my ailments that I have with my wrist she sends me for x-rays right after I said the x-rays in Iraq didn't do the doctors any good since I don't have any broken bones.

I go to another building in Wilmington get x-rays which takes about an hour and a half. "They" put them on CD. I go back over to see this nurse and she says wait here and takes the CD. I am put in a room about eight feet by three feet. It has bad paneling from the seventies on the walls and orange/brown carpeting. By this point in time my wrist is throbbing with pain. See the nurse had me take my splint off for the x-rays and discarded it for me. How nice of her.
(I did a bunch of paperwork as well before and after the x-rays, mostly saying if my insurance doesn't pay, I have to. Go Navy team!)

After about fifteen minutes in comes the "doctor" he presses on my wrist and thumb in ways show pain in my face. I tell him this hurts, that fucking hurts, don't do that again, you all know basic doctor-patient stuff. He pulls out this needle of white fluid and tells me, "this won't hurt me at all." I think that was a joke, I didn't laugh. Before he injects me, I tell him "they" did the same thing in Iraq and it last a few days. He just ignored me and tells me that I might feel a slight pinch.

This guy obviously needs testing on because it fucking hurt a lot. Then he says I won't need a splint and use my wrist and hand like I would normally. After a brief pause, he then says he will need to see me in 3 to 4 weeks. It has been about three hours since then and I am in more pain than "normal" at the moment.



Tell you all the truth, I am fucking depressed right now.

Updating Pictures

Slowly, I have been updating the pictures of me through out the web. It takes a little longer without the full use of my left hand. The above picture is me with the air traffic control tower at Kuwait International Airport in the background. Obviously, I am wearing my MARPAT utility uniform and my sidearm is a Berretta 9 mm.

For now, my profile picture is the last thing we see leaving Navy customs in Kuwait before going home. (Unless you have a crappy plane and get delayed several times and have to go through customs several more times.)

**Upadate for MEL*** I am not on a flight line, I am in a parking lot. The flight line was on the other side of the wall. Which if you ever get to come out to Iraq you can witness that for yourself. Hugs.