Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
I’m back in action… sort of. Well, not that I can do much action as my stupid toe (now 8 1/2 weeks of this) is still acting up. Not only is it acting up, but the stupid tissue is growing. And adding sections. Yeah, totally gross. I’d take a picture of it and post it on here, but I’m not sure any of you really want to see that. It even grossed out Huzzy when he saw it this time.
I went back to the podiatrist on Tuesday and he said it’s definitely getting worse and he thought it was time to cut it out. This is, of course, after he said last time I saw him that the last thing he wanted to do was cut it out. And the time before that when he said that if it was cut out that there would be a “very good chance” that it would come back… and possibly worse.
So I decided that since this is more a skin issue than a foot issue (we didn’t know which when my PCM–primary care
manager for all you non-military folks–sent me to him) I wanted to get a second opinion with a dermatologist. Since we are on TriCare Prime Remote, I had to go back to my PCM and ask for a referral. His office called today and told me he wants me to see either a dermatologist or a plastic surgeon and that it was my choice or we could see who could get me in the quickest (you know, since my toe is starting to grow another toe). I looked on the TriCare website and lo and behold… there is only one person in a 40-mile radius that takes Tri-Care in either of those specialties. So I’m waiting for a referral to the sole dermatologist, which I wanted anyway since I’m not sure a plastic surgeon could do anything but cut it out. I’m sure s/he’d cut it out nicely but frankly, I don’t care if I have a scar on the side/underside of my second toe.
So it’s now a wait to see how long it will take me to get in to see him. It’s a holiday weekend, so I’m sure that will make it take even longer. Once the person who schedules referrals called for my podiatrist referral, it took 6 hours to get in to see him (this is not counting the week it took that person to actually make the call, but whatever). So here’s hoping I can get in next week. Monster toe needs to be taken care of.
So, I’m sure you’ve noticed the title on this entry. And for those milspouses, I know you know what I mean. For the non-military folk, your first thought might be “divorce” but nope… the dreaded “D” word for us milspouses is D.E.P.L.O.Y.M.E.N.T. It’s such a bad word that I almost don’t even want to type it all out.
So, yeah, our first deployment together is rearing its ugly head. But it’s not like we haven’t been separated (sans about two weeks total) since the beginning of May. Of course, we get to talk nearly every night on the phone, send text messages throughout the day and e-mail anytime we want. Not so with a submarine deployment… or should I say a SSGN or SSBN sub. The fast-attacks have more leeway in that area since most often they don’t mind people knowing where they are as part of a deterrent.
But with the Boomers and the GN’s, it’s all about being super-secret and stealthy. So if I get one or two e-mails the whole deployment, I’ll be lucky. Heck, I’ll jump for joy if I get a phone call.
So it was with a heavy heart that I said “see you later” to Huzzy as he dropped me off at the airport. Since I live in Michigan I won’t be able to see him off when his crew heads to meet their boat. We won’t see each other until sometime in the first couple months of 2010. I have dates of when he’s supposed to leave and when he’s supposed to get back in my head, but due to OPSEC, please don’t ask me for them. That and who knows… things always change last minute.
Good news is we are planning to spend our one year wedding anniversary together, so we want to do something fun ’cause who knows when the next time we’ll be able to spend it together!
I want to start posting more, so I don’t have to make the posts so dang long. So I’ll tell you about my trip in a later post. Oh, and about the house and selling it… or not selling it as the case may be.