Sick Bay Commando

Got a medical screening knocked out today. While I was there I decided it was a good time to mention all my current injuries plaguing me lately. Now I’m all lined up for a follow on litany of tests and probing. My favorite!

The Doc also prescribed me some meds. The Corpsman at the pharmacy called it some foreign name I didn’t recognize. I asked her what in the world it was. She said it was an anti-inflamatory. I had never heard of it before and mentioned I rarely came into medical unless I was really busted up. She shook her head and said: “Yeah, you guys never do.”

My dad was even worse. He wouldn’t set foot in medical unless he was on death’s door. Even after he retired he couldn’t stand to be in sick bay. Once he was at an Air Force clinic in tremendous pain. He gritted his teeth and pounded his fist into the counter as he was waiting to be seen. Later he would remark: “I couldn’t let the Air Force see I was in a hurtlocker!”

I’m afraid I may have inheirited the same gene. Sigh…

Semper Fidelis,
America’s 1stSgt

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26 comments

  1. Yeah, I’ve noticed a LOT of proactive problem solvers (of one gender in particular) tend to have a blind spot regarding their health. Fix it now so it doesn’t slow you down later. It’s not a sign of weakness. Really.

    😉

  2. I second what Suz said. You’re not as young as you used to be!

    Seriously tho, hubs was in a tiny little traffic bump. What he insisted (for 6 weeks) was a sprained muscle in his shoulder actually turned out to be a broken rib and 10 weeks off work because he’d made it worse by not sorting it straight away.

    And who’s gonna thwart all those villains and slay dragons if you’re out of commission?

  3. Top, I figured if I had to go see the Doc, I’d wait until I had a few things broken…to get my monies worth out of the visit.

    They put me on light duty in Baghdad…but I threw away the slip so I could keep working.

    What’s a little pain? let’s us know we’re alive…right?

  4. A few things:

    First, Motrin is a wonder drug.

    Second, if you’re over 30, and you do martial arts, and you don’t hurt, you’re doing it wrong.

    Third, when my kids come to me with non-significant pains and injuries, I tell them that, rather than whining like wussies, they should be boasting like battle scarred warriors. I don’t hear much from them anymore.

  5. My mom’s Rx for most of our bumps and bruses? A bag of frozen peas, the rest? Well she actually had to develop rules for determining when we have to go to the ER…after I broke my foot and tried to convince my adult sponsers that it was just brused (it was wrappped and I was on crutches)and I was perfectly capable of shooting class 5 rapids (I figured that the water was so cold it would be good for it, like icing it,logical, right?)…I lost that argument…so just like washing my coffee cup, I’m a woman and HATE going to the doctor

  6. I hate going to the doctor as well. Of course, I don’t have injuries from martial arts or fighting with people, but my mom and I have perfected home remedies for sprained ankles and other such occurences. It would be a shame to waste money on a doctor who only wants to give you drugs.

  7. You and the rest of your ilk. The spousal unit’s doc gave him a painkiller prescription, which I might as well take down to the corner and sell because HE”S never going to take it.

  8. My folks were old school when it came to meds.

    Cod Liver Oil for PM. Everything else was handled by a spoonful of kerosene mixed with sugar and crushed aspirin.

    I grew up very much afraid of all things medical.

    Once, though, I did get ordered to 3 days bedrest and 10 days light duty. That was immediately on returning from 30 days leave in the Philippines.

    -Grimmy

  9. CI Roller, at this point I may actually have to obey the laws of medicine. I’m ALWAYS injured now days.

    Book, it was a rude awakening when I cut my knee as a young boy and my dad actually chewed me out for crying.

    – Yeah, docs never say anything we want to hear anyway, right?

    Erika, docs used to treat your ailments now they simply prescribe drugs for everything. Crazy.

    Shay, at least you’re stocked up!

    Grimmy, kerosene? Seriously?

  10. Wasn’t your Ma a nurse?
    The two of you must have driven her nuts.
    Rest up, watch zombie movies, let that body heal. Injuries that are allowed to fester often do real damage to the nerve endings –and thus the injury becomes chronic.
    When things get really boring, make brownies.

  11. Ha, as a former Navy Corpsman, I remember it well. I think our chart had a little zone blocked our around the knees titled “ACE bandages.” I once had a medical officer ask me if I owned stock in Motrin. Weenie. The best one was the young artilleryman who fell off the back of the five ton and dislocated his shoulder. When I got there, he was rolling around on the deck cursing up a blue streak. I told him that he’d have to go get it x-rayed. He said something like “Can’t you just pop it back in, Doc?” I said, well, yeah, but you still have to get an x-ray. More cursing.

  12. get “it” documented in your medical jacket while you’re on active duty. You’ll be an old fogie one day and the VA entry/classication dance will be much easier as a result. Yeah, I know you never intend to avail yourself of that service but…

  13. A1FS:

    Yep. Kerosine, powdered aspirin and sugar. The purpose, I’m guessing, was to teach me that it was better to get my arse up and go to school, rather than face the medicine.

    Soo… it wasn’t all that much a shock to my own system the first time the flu went through my platoon and the First Sgt commented that we “…weren’t sick. We were demotivated. A 5 mile run’s gonna fix that!”

    And you know? It did fix it. No one complained about illness where the First Sgt. could hear ever again.

    – Grimmy

  14. Paul, we could probably write a book about Marines and their refusal to obey the laws of medicine.

    be603, yeah, at this point I am making sure it’s all on paper. All those little dings are catching up to me.

    Grimmy, Marines have to be the only people in the world who administer PT as the cure for the common cold. I think I will steal your 1stSgt’s line about being demotivated vs sick.

  15. A1FS:

    In a more serious moment, after the cure run, the First Sgt reminded us that our fore fathers were of the metal necessary to be able to carry the war to the enemy in the most forceful way possible, while suffering from dysentery, malaria and all sorts of other tropical type maladies.

    His closing thoughts were about what sort of Marines we’d be, and what the USMC would become, if infantrymen let themselves be laid low by common flu.

    It weren’t a pretty picture or described with pretty words.

    -Grimmy

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