Well, after bludgeoning the ship's corpsmen for almost seven weeks, I'm finally scheduled for an MRI tomorrow, to see what's up with my damaged left knee. I still can't fully flex it or put weight on it without considerable pain after whatever I managed to do. Maybe while I'm there, I can finagle having them look at my other knee, and shoulders. I've subluxed my right shoulder at least half a dozen times in the last month - and reduced it without medical intervention. I've been told that's not remotely normal, and I think I agree. Maybe now I can get someone to look closely enough to see that I'm not nuts.

Either way, we'll see. This might get me off the ship - I sincerely hope so. With INSURV coming up, our schedule keeps getting more and more insane.

Which brings me to another rant - All throughout deployment, and in the months since we've returned, they keep telling us 'suck up the pain and keep getting shit done, that way we won't have to go port and starboard and work six days a week before INSURV'. Trouble is, that's exactly what they're going to have us do, come the end of February. Fuck. They've been telling me to keep working, that things are going to get better, since I got here. They've only gotten worse. I'm fucking tired of it.