So what is “The Good Deal”? If you’ve ever been in the Navy, and especially a submarine, you’ve probably heard of the mythical “good deal” — something that takes the suck away from your daily grind at work. Whether it’s getting out early on a Friday or getting all three days off on a long weekend, the good deal just doesn’t happen to people. Or so I thought.
Right now my shoulder is an office joke because I’ve managed to injure it badly enough to not be able to stand duty on the submarine, which has relegated me to upper echelons of the good deal. Unfortunately, it also means I’m one day away from having very serious surgery on my right shoulder, which is being categorized as a complete labral tear that needs pretty invasive correction action to fix. This will grant me pain meds and convalescent leave, but it may also plague me for the rest of my life.
I’m not a fan of surgery, but this is the only option to try to make me better. It’s that or live with crippling pain every day. There’s also the risk that I may die, but it’s pretty remote. I mean, what could go wrong with military doctors? Oh shit. (If you’re reading this three years from now and I haven’t updated again, I guess I didn’t pull through. How strange!)
Anyway, in other news, I got my first NAM, Navy Achievement Medal, which pretty much completes my goals in the Navy. From here, I just have to fight through the next 1 1/2 years and I’ll be out. I’ve already had some basic feelers put out for becoming a shipyard Radiological Controls Technician, the civilian analogue to what I do at work anyway. We’ll see. First off, I have to make it through the next few weeks!
We also got another little dog named Jamison. She and Molly are becoming fast friends. I’ll get to hang out with them all day every day while I’m out on leave. Should be a blast!