Ryan does make it to Amarillo that Sunday and I am thinking I will not hear from him again (remember, I never got the scoop on how all this S#$%^ was supposed to work so I was thinking he couldn't call me any more) but sure enough....Monday morning Sept. 8th (6 days after he was supposed to leave for the first time) I get the 1-800-CRY-MOMMA call AGAIN!
They woke up the Recruits at 4:00am to go through the final evaluation before getting on the plane, etc. and the Doc asked Ryan if there were any changes to his physical conditions since his first exam back in the spring...any injuries, etc. The Doc told Ryan that if he said "No" and they found something wrong later, it would not be a good thing for Ryan, so Ryan proceeds to tell the Doc (I call him Doc - who knows if he is a Doc, but you get the point!) that he "tweaked" his back over the summer! First of all...he didn't "TWEAK" it....a @#$%^&*() dude in the blankity blank FIGHT CLUB hurt it for him! Again...another story for a another time, but back to the Drama:
The Doc asked Ryan if he had it checked out - which he did, even had a CAT Scan - so hear this: at 6:45am-ish, the Doc tells Ryan he has to have copies of the CAT scan or "Ryan ain't gettin' on the Blankity Blank plane!
No - I am not kidding! That really happened!
So, now everyone's panties are in a wad over how in the H-E-double hockey sticks we are supposed to get our hands on those scans at this hour on a Monday morning!
Phone calls are flyin' - and the REAL Doc's office - the one with the scan results, doesn't even open until like 8:30!!!! YIKES!
At this point I am loosing Faith in our US Marine Corp! I am beside myself, all the while hoping Mr. Ryan the Recruit is behaving in an "Officer-Like" fashion and keeping his cool, etc. I am the only one allowed to SPAZ!
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