One thing about barracks living is the proximity. It's not easy for a comparatively introverted person like myself to sit around with 11 other dudes whenever we're off duty. But aside from that, disease spreads like wildfire. Right now, it's a throat bug. Apparently most of B Co. has caught it, and 4 of the 12 in my room have it as well.
Naturally, when I felt that crustly, burninating sensation in my throat last night, my first thought was "Shit." My second thought was "Well, I'm going to sick call. First time for everything, right?" I never was one of the excessively retards who vowed not to miss training when I was diseased. I was just lucky to have an immune system chock full of Grammaton Cleric T-cells.
Anyways, I had a bad day today. I lost my patrol cap, put the wrong grade on my sick call slip, left all my gear in the room when I actually went to sick call, and forgot the key to get back in. Fortunately, we were just in classrooms all day, and I made it back in time to get the box checked off for all of them.
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