Greetings from the Camp Leatherneck spa and country club.
An uneventful flight. Direct KAF to Bastion/Leatherneck. Bastion is the British side of things. Were the airfield is. Up at 0300 for the flight, so no breakfast. But I'm a fat contractor so I can skip a meal now and then.
Only company internet here. It's much faster but many things are blocked. Including blogs. I could tell you how I'm writing this, but I'd have to, well, you know. Took me a couple of days to figure it out.
First order of business was a new mattress. I am in Bill's room across from the clinic. He has an old mattress, which is really a box spring. They have an interesting definition of mattress here. Maybe it's to keep the Marines mean or something. This is my third trip here and every time I come here I deal with a bed. My first night here I slept in the community tent with the a/c blasting all night long. Then into the private room for a night. Not much sleeping going on, so in the morning I went on a new mattress hunt. I found one of the new ones that I had procured from an earlier visit. So a quick switch and, presto, new, firmer mattress. Then a trip to the PX for a foam pad and the "princess and the pea" was happy again.
Bastion hospital is our Role 3. We have a CSH on Leatherneck which used to be across the street but has now moved into a real life nice building. Bill took me there and introduced me around and I have taken two patients there already.
We were notified that someone had collapsed and had been taken to the hospital the night before lasty. No other details. I called EMS who told me that they had responded to a call, but couldn't find anyone. So, we drove to Bastion and asked at the reception desk. We were told that someone had come in at 2300. Did we have a name|? No, we didn't, we were kind of hoping that YOU had a name. So they gave me the name but told me that they had sent him home. OK, so off to his work place we went. Nope wasn't there. "He is in the hospital, sir," we were told. We just came from there, and he ain't there. The supervisor will contact me. Fine.
Back to the clinic we go. Now operations wants to know what's going on. I tell them my chasing of the wild goose story. "Did you talk to his supervisor?" they ask. "I tried," says I. A few minutes later the supervisor arrives, and tells me that his guy is in hospital. So, off we go back to Bastion. This time we talk to a lieutenant, I mean lieuftenant and he tells us that the guy has been admitted to the ward. Military intelligence, the ultimate oxymoron. We go see the guy. He is sick, will be there a couple of days. Mystery solved.
The one advantage of being at KAF is my room and the showers. I don't have to hike to them. Here it's a hike. And there is very limited water, so you have to take a "Navy" shower. It even reminds me of being on a ship. Water on, water off, soap up, water on, rinse, out of the shower. Sometimes the water is even hot. You really do appreciate the simple things in life here. And a hot shower is one of them. I have always loved a shower. When you're hot and dirty, there's nothing better. Navy or otherwise. California has nothing to worry about from me. I'll be in and out of the shower in no time. Jerry Brown, fear not, your water supply is safe with me..
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