The weekend wasn't bad, as I remember it, but it wasn't good either. We had a Class B inspection on Saturday morning with nothing scheduled after. Unfortunately, there was an announcement mid-morning that Plebe Liberty was secured (not happening) for the weekend. That wasn't all bad as it allowed us to focus on our schoolwork without us wondering if we were going to get off campus that day.
Sunday the 14th started the usual way with Sunday School at 0930, church at 1115, and the PKT at 1900, with homework, PKT studying, and Plebe Accountability filling my afternoon. This was our first PKT with the new rotation of officers. The new RTOA made some minor changes from the previous RTOA, but nothing too drastic. As expected, however, we did not pass.
I was notified on Monday that I had an appointment with the orthopedic doctor the following day, much to my relief. That night was our Regimental Christmas Dinner, which featured Prime Rib as our main course. Though far from spectacular, it was better than the normal Delano fare. After the dinner wrapped up, many of us headed over to the chapel for the Festival of Lights. A program which features Midshipmen playing instruments, singing, and the reading of Scripture. It was really cool seeing people from the community taking part in this special annual event.
I wasn't expecting to spend all morning on Tuesday at the doctor's, though that's what ended up happening. I wasn't thrilled about this at all because I was going to be missing Physics 2 and Calc 2, two classes I shouldn't be missing all that much. It was semi-worth it as I found out for sure that I would indeed be needing surgery on my troubled left shoulder. Due to the doctor's busy schedule, the only surgery slot available before the end of January was January 4 in the afternoon. Being as we were returning to the Academy the day before, I wasn't overjoyed about the date, but I knew I needed to take it. Oddly, I got an MRI AFTER the surgery was scheduled, which was a little strange, but I suppose the doctor needed to see what what he was going to be dealing with inside my shoulder. After my appointment ended at 1145, the three of us from Kings Point called to get picked up by drivers from the school, still hopeful that we would make it in time for lunch. Unfortunately, as 1210 rolled around and no driver was there, our hopes began to dwindle. Luckily, we were picked up at 1215 and we did make it back in time for lunch.
The rest of the week flew by as we counted down the days until we were able to go home. My flight was Saturday morning, so I was figuring that I'd need to spend the night here at school and get a cab around 0330 or 0400. Thankfully, a friend offered to let me stay at his house. Boy was that more than welcome. Another guy and I spent the evening watching movies, eating pizza, playing Xbox 360, and chuckling to the ridiculousness of MTV's Jersey Shore. Even better was the generosity of my friend's mom who drove the other guy and me to the airport at 0430.
We had been seeing for a couple of days that a huge storm was scheduled to hit the eastern seaboard sometime on Saturday, we just didn't know exactly what time. The biggest advantage to my 0615 flight was the fact that I got out before the storm hit, as did my friend who was flying out around the same time. I know of some people who were stranded in NY until Tuesday. What a rotten way to spend Christmas Break!
Upon landing in Minnesota, my parents picked me up and drove over to my grandma's house for a brunch with my cousin who lives in London, and my uncle who lives in the Twin Cities. Man was that nice to be able to eat real food. The rest of my first two days at home were spent sleeping, watching tv, and playing 360. Luxuries that make going home so worthwhile.
The Monday after I arrived back home we packed up the Intrepid and began the long trek out to my grandparents' ranch in Montana. Though it was a lot of time in the car, it was more than worth it to get away from the Big Apple to the sparsely inhabited area outside Big Sandy. Our six days at the Ranch included plenty of eating, cribbage, time working on a jigsaw puzzle, tv, and snowmobiling. Being out in the thinner mountain air really allowed my batteries to recharge and attempt to ready me for my not so fun times awaiting me back at the Academy. On the 28th, we packed up the Intrepid again and started our journey back home.
On the second day of our trip I began reading Highest Duty, the autobiography of Capt. Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, the Captain of US Air flight 1549 which made a remarkable landing on the Hudson River. It was an excellent read, telling of his childhood, time at the US Air Force Academy, career, and finally, the landing on the Hudson. Due to his time in Colorado Springs at the Air Force Academy, I was able to relate to many of his experiences. Reading that book got me started reading and I have finished two other autobiographies and am about to finish a book by Chuck Colson since returning to Kings Point.
After returning home, I made it a priority to spend as much time with as many friends as I could before my time in Minnesota expired. That was another fun week culminating in a fun Saturday afternoon/night which included watching Avatar, having some friends over, and playing some Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Boy, that was awesome. Unfortunately, after my friends left at 0045 Sunday morning, I needed to commence packing my bags. I did get that done was was able to get some sleep.
I wasn't super excited to wake up Sunday morning, but I had a feeling that it was almost my time to go back. Two weeks away doesn't feel like a long time, but in reality it really is. We planned to get to the airport to give me about an hour and a half to make it through security and catch my flight. Much to my dismay, slow moving lines and a late notification to use the First Class check-in caused me to miss my scheduled 1000 flight, making me wait for a 1315 flight to LaGuardia. It all worked out, however, because flight delays allowed me to get back to the Academy around 1920 which allowed me to miss the dreaded PKT. Already my time back was not as bad as expected. Come to think of it though, I was scheduled to stand Library Watch, so I would have missed the PKT anyway. Surprisingly, sleep came easy that night as thoughts of what the next day held stayed away.
It started like any other day at Kings Point, morning muster at 0600, breakfast at 0615, cleaning stations, morning inspection at 0700, and Colors at 0725. I spent the morning completing some homework I knew would be due during my two days away from classes, as well as preparing my room for my necessities after the surgery. Around 1040 I departed the barracks and headed up to Patten Clinic to wait for my ride to the surgery center. Upon arrival to the surgery center, I did the usual rigmarole, and took a seat waiting for some volunteers I've gotten to know from the Academy to meet me in the waiting room. My surgery was scheduled for 1330, but I was told that the surgeon was running about an hour behind schedule. Even so, I was taken into the back between 1230 and 1300 to get me prepped for the procedure. Because I was not allowed to drink or eat anything after 2300 the night before, the nurses had a hard time getting the IV into my hand, but finally one of them got it in. After that I briefly spoke with the surgeon and the anesthesiologist before walking into the operating room.
This was unlike my knee surgery because I was wheeled into the OR for that, but I didn't really mind walking in there under my own power. After laying down on the table, the anesthesiologist starting poking around my neck trying to find the perfect place for the deep nerve block which would effectively numb my arm for the next seven to eight hours. While he was poking around, he got my arm to twitch around, though flop may be more accurate. It didn't really hurt all that much, but it sure was a weird sensation. After he injected me, the next thing I saw was the clock in the recovery room at just past 1610. I dozed for a while there and got out of there around 1715 or 1730. Thanks to the wonderful generosity of the Guest family I was not required to wait for the USMMA EMTs to come pick me up. We made a quick stop at the Seven Seas restaurant as I had expressed a desire for some food, but soon after getting into the restaurant I decided that I was not really up for that, so we boxed up our food and went back to the Academy. I was still severely drugged so I was more than happy to crash on my bed for the next 3 hours or so.
After falling asleep again thanks to my pain meds, I woke up the next morning and ate some breakfast before sleeping off the entire morning, briefly waking up for some friends who stopped in my room. Surprisingly, I can still remember them coming in because others noted I wasn't quite all there that day. After watching a movie in the afternoon, I ventured out to the Sports Medicine room to spend some time with the Game Ready ice/compression machine and talk with the baseball coach letting him know that everything went smoothly. He was one of the main people to comment that I wasn't totally there that afternoon. When I saw him the next afternoon he told me that I was looking quite a bit better and not dazed like the day before.
It seems as if nothing too crazy has happened since last Wednesday. I did go to the doctor yesterday and he said that I will definitely not be playing baseball this year even though I am a relief pitcher. Oh well. At least I'll have some time to develop my pitches this season before getting some playing time next year. I started physical therapy yesterday, so I suppose I really am "on the road to recovery". As much as I want to get out of the shoulder brace, I sure don't mind that it allows me to walk wherever I want and not take the PKTs. That is one definite plus... I think I might be do some more reading tonight before heading off to bed. Good night and stand by for further posts.
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