It takes almost 2 weeks for mail to reach me… I know, because apparently it took 2 weeks for Halloween candy/Thanksgiving decorations/a Bible from my momma… and I’m guessing about as long for Nikki’s Halloween socks/spider stickers/artwork as well. I honestly never realized how special a piece of mail can be until it’s one of the only forms of tangible communication with home. I’ll admit to a choking up moment, but tough, Afghan girls don’t cry.
So, thank you, mom. It meant so much to me, even though the decorative, edible corn met the trashcan before feeding the rodent population… And, thank you, Nikki. Your picture is hanging next to my mom’s scarecrow, and your socks will be keeping my toes toasty tonight :)
I’m sick right now. I’ve been a coughing, sneezing, feverish mess for 5 days. I have a sketchy bag of unmarked pills from our medic, although they’re doing nothing productive so far. Yesterday, the only effect I felt from the meds was a dizzy spell, followed by my coworkers forcing me into the van and into my bed. I slept for 3hrs, walked to the office to call my momma, and slept for another 9rs. I bet you think I’m well-rested, but I still feel like a walking, coughing fool. Shockingly, I don’t recognize the names on any brands in the store here, so I’m taking a chance and taking OTC medication now. I feel awful, and I’m thankful my mom forced a box of Emergen C on me before I left.
I started writing this post 2 days ago. That day, in the middle of the ‘sick’ paragraph, Fluor closed our offices and forced us into our PPE for a few hours during an increased alert. The heavy gear becomes even heavier when I feel like a bagillion pounds of force are on my chest already. I had to loosen the chin-strap on my helmet just to eat dinner; next time, I’m doing that before entering the DFAC to avoid the snickers from the military guys. (FYI, I’m still incredibly sick.)
Wugner is a Filipino driver, who rules at life. He talks about his wife and daughter and carries a collage of pictures on a foam board. Because of laws in the Philipines, Wugner can’t return there to see his family for 2 years. I can’t even fathom. If you ask him why he’s here, he’ll tell you, ‘to make better life’. He and countless others are living in tents and missing their families, and, when I ask how he is every morning, he tells me, ‘always good, ma’am, always good’. This morning on my way to work, Wugner was listening to the rap radio station when Eminem started blaring. I asked if he knew Eminem, and I’m pretty sure he was confused and thought I was talking about candy. Yep, he’s my favorite.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BENNY! My little brother is now 21 and not little… Love you, buddy!
Miss you all, love you all!