ammogirl

I got the news yesterday that our dear friend Sam had passed away.  We will miss him.

John was able to post over on his site about his first week in Balad–it’s a good read.  They have NO WATER right now, you guys.  None.  I can’t even imagine how bad that sucks for him, but I’m more than a little glad it’s him, and not me.  What?  NO WATER.

Recently, I volunteered and was prelim-selected to be a Victim Advocate for sexual assault victims.  To start the process, I have to attend training, and the first day was today.  We had to watch videos and listen to stories and more than once I found myself with sudden tears in my eyes.  It was hard to hear, and that is no joke.

I won’t be able to be assigned cases until I complete 40 hours of requirements–lectures, training…I have to give my own briefing at least once–and then I’ll get screened and  at that point, if I still want to go through with this, I’ll be certified.  I’ll get a special code in my records that will identify me as a VA, and that will be that.

I don’t know what prompted me to do this, it’s weird.  I always say I got none of the compassion genes in our fam, but this just feels like something I need to do.  I think the hardest part about the whole thing is the confidentiality–I won’t be able to talk to anyone about it, except our program coordinator.  Not easy, but I feel like if I can just help one person become whole again, then it’s worth it.

Anyway.  That was like, three paragraphs of somber and I’m not that right now, at all.  What I am is completely fucking worked from my tennis lesson the other day.  My entire body aches, and I have to hold my coffee cup with two hands so I don’t drop it.  Is that what sports is?  Being hurty?  Because when I run or workout, I know exactly which muscles are going to hurt the next day.  This Mystery Bag o’ Pain is NOT FUN.  Sports are dumb!  Yet, I still want to do them!  Or, just “it”, meaning tennis, or sporT, not sportS.  I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep it in the singular for now.

Alright I have to go RIGHTNOW!  As in, I should already be gone.  Stop posting, ammogirl!

Tschuss!!