And the multiple tours are different now. Instead of being rotated to a stateside base, they get sent home expected to resume normal weekend warrior routine. It's a difficult transition for some, from war zone to suburbia, all the while wondering when Uncle Sam will yank their chain again. I should think it would be easier to do the 3 or 4 year hitch, then decide whether to reup or go home.

Mobilize units for the duration. Soldiers shouldn't come home until the mission is complete. As soon as you get in the groove & finally understand the locals, they rotate you back home. Then another poor schmuck has to start trying to figure shit out. Sigh.

I miss being deployed. That's the only time I feel safe & happy.

I am officially halting my treatments thru the VA. I truly believe I have been experiencing horrible side effects because my meds have been in conflict. I'm planning on staying on the prednisone and testosterone to keep counter the adenoma.

You have to consider quality of life. It looks like I was on the path to always treating tumors. Not wort it

I get the results of my abdomen scan tomorrow.
Worried.

Last night's dinner went straight through me.
TMI - I could see barely changed elements of it in the bowl before I flushed.
I need to sort my life out. As I have for the last six months.

Keep trying, Sarge.
Moving and breathing and love is what you have, make the most of it.

Good luck Sarge - sometimes less is more.
Good luck Sundae - worry turns my bowels to water.

Grab some good luck you two.

All the best, Sundae - I hope you get good news.
Sarge, I understand ... wishing you all the best as well.

Good luck Sarge!

And Sundae: Let us know how you get on chika

As an update - I went to the Doctors as per my appointment, but the test results hadn't come through.
Luckily, the GP pulled some wizardy GP magic and got me an appointment the next day (generally I have to book about 10 days in advance.)

Enlarged liver and spleen.
No surprise.
Now referred to a consulatant. Surprise.
NO MORE DRINKING.
No, no, no no no-no-no-no. No more.

No more help of course.
Just no more drinking.

How is Keith Richards still alive and fucking women young enough to be his daughter and my liver is on death row?

This might slay me, people.

Sounds to me like they've intervened before the death row bit.

It's a shit hand to be dealt m'dear.

Sorry, Sundae. Women are more susceptible to alcohol-related liver damage than men, which sucks.

You have loads of determination and discipline. You are awesome. You can do this.

True dat.

Beautiful people on here.
Thank you.

You know I've done this to myself and you're still good about it.
Thank you again.

The vast majority of life's struggles are things we've done to ourselves. The only surprising thing is how few people can own up to that.

Not mention, for everybody who 'brought it on themself' there's half a dozen or more who did the same shit and got away with it.