Not a easy day to get through, I am still sick.
As if the day was not hot enough.
I really resent being sick, especially the feel that my face is very thin.
I am probably a bit super human to endure fever and carry out my duties.
They seem a bit surprised at the rate that I can recover from fever.
Thursday 03/05/2001
Blacked out and came to when I felt the pain.
I had fell into the drain in the ammo dump.
My right arm and leg had been scratched up.
Blood, pain and mud.
Nothing I have not experienced.
I had worse times.
Shortage of manpower(may not be true),
weakened state due to the heat from yesterday's Standby Duty of Sentry
and got recalled back,
Had fever from the start of the day yet our sergeant insisted my deployment.
A friend helped me cleaned up my wounds.
Acted like a Duelist and demanded that I return home to recuperate with no disturbances.
I had done more then enough.
Blacked out, blood loss, weakened body condition and extremely bad mood.
My body was so weak that my hands cannot be still, they vibrated involuntarily.
I got my way, I went home.
I kept instructing the friend that no one is to take over tomorrow's Duty for me.
I want to keep my record that I own nobody any favours,
except my parents and the BMT bunk mate who saved my life.
I had to carry out my duties even though I had a very high fever once.
No one was available or willing to take over,
and the Medical Officer only gave me Nights Off !
What kind of rest was that?!
Since that day so long ago, I had became even more cold blooded.
Just because someone is human does not mean he is.
And Medical Officer are...
A few hours are all I needed to heal, I have to heal.
I think of nothing but recovery.
I think of nothing and nobody.
Think only of myself and my body.
