| Monday, January 17th, 2000
1831 Enya Shepherd Moons ICQ: Alex Eehhhhhm uuhhhhhhh, aaack ick...various moans I'd be giving if I were the moaning type. Sick as a dog. Don't know what it was...last night around seven o'clock I was drinking a coke and it just hit me, stomach pains, headache, that oh so nasty "bleah" feeling...I was thinking it was maybe the pizza, or i didn't wash the plate enough, or the dishwashing rag was befouled, or it was the carbonation w/o anything else to drink... I dunno...all that really matters I guess is that I had a hellish time trying to sleep last night...and yeah, I ralphed -- which did make me feel a little better, as it is wont to do. Sleeping pretty much most of the day, watching movies, trying to just pretty much do anything that doesn't require too much movement... Oooohhhhhhhhh. I hate chest pains. So I'm definitely going on tommorrow's jump...or work for that matter--i'm going to sick call. The fact that the weather forecast calls for light snow don't make it any harder a decision...though it would be fun to jump in a little of the white stuff I guess...Docs should give me a day or two on quarters. I gradumuated Basic Training just a few days ago last year...time passes us all by it seems. I had no concept of what the future held while I was there at Fort Sill, no idea at all.
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