I'm supposed to check in with my recruiter (well, he's not my recruiter but he's the local recruiter who I do functions with so I don't have to drive over an hour to see my recruiter who was moved.. confusing, I know) every week. My husband thinks it's silly that a married, twenty-five year-old, wife and mother has to check in weekly like a child but I say that rules are rules and I follow the rules. After all, I'm not looking for any favors or special treatment.
So, this morning, after breakfast I called my recruiter and waited for his answer.
He picked up the phone and after giving the raspy version of my name I said, "You asked me to check in with you on Tuesday so that's why I'm calling."
He said, "You sound horrible."
I said, "I feel horrible."
"Well, go back to bed and get some rest. Come to our Thursday PT if you feeling better." He laughed.
I must sound that good. "Thanks, Staff Sergeant. I'll try."
Then I took his advice literally and curled up next to my son for a semblance of a nap.
I really would prefer not to feel like my life force is being sucked out of my nose and I hope this is over soon.
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