Monday, June 11, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
When I arrived at Fort Sam Houston I had my 3rd surgery. After the surgery I woke in a “bubble”. They had special rooms for those wounded by explosives sealed off from the regular hospital. Everything was thrown away after it was used; everyone wore a suit protecting them. After seeing all this I wondered “where is my protection?” They were afraid of what I was exposed to so before they would take it off they had sent samples of blood to get checked out. I felt like I was ET, I was wounded, in a bubble and everyone around me looked like a scientist that wanted to poke and prod me.
I really try to make life the best that it can be. It is really hard to when you don’t have clothes on. Remember the whole no clothes thing? Just to let you know I didn’t get any clothes for fourteen days. By the way that was not a miss-type 14 days. However on the 15th day I was given a pair of red shorts… That is all. When my parents arrived they were allowed to take me out of the bubble and take me to the PX. There they have clothes and stuff.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
I had my 2nd surgery when I arrived in
It’s a long, difficult and stressful time going through the process of changing hospitals, rooms, dressings, and other things. They had to change my IV everyday because there was such a risk of I don’t know what so I was constantly getting stuck with needles in my arms and hands. Also they stabbed me in the stomach every morning with a syringe they said was a stool softener, yeah right they just love to torture innocent wounded soldiers by stabbing them with whatever they can get their hands on. Oh they also love to wake you up just when you get to sleep so they can take you vitals. Aren’t you supposed to rest and heal in a hospital? I mean I got less sleep after I got hurt than I did in
While I was there a wounded soldier was brought into my room. His team was ambushed and they were hit by a RPG. There Hummer was armored but the rocket went through the door and exploded killing 4 and taking a huge chunk of his leg along with it. When he got there the doctors just had had it wrapped with a little gauze it wasn’t bleeding much because there wasn’t much there. The part of leg that was still attached was only hanging on by a tendon or two. He was in a lot of pain and there was nothing I could do. I tried to talk to him but the only thing that came out of my mouth was “I’m so sorry” why did this have to happen? Don’t get me wrong I agree that we should have taken Saddam out of power. But did we really need to send this many troops? All this could’ve easily been solved with a couple of high powered nuclear bombs.
Early the next morning I was put on a C-130 and flown to
The flights were horrible and if you have never ridden in these planes you will now know why people want to jump out of them. First of all when you are Medi-Vac’d (Medically Evacuated) you are put on a special stretcher that (is very uncomfortable) can be hung in the center of the plane. They are stacked side by side, four rows up and depending on the plane about eight rows long. In order to do this you are literally inches from the person above you so it is almost impossible to get out. So you can imagine how hard it is if you need to go to the bathroom. What’s that you said you can’t imagine? Ok I’ll explain it to you. The Nurses have these special boxes (that oddly resemble Chinese take-out boxes) they unfold and become a (very hard to use lying down) bed
Friday, May 4, 2007
Now all this time they had a bandage on my foot but they didn’t have one on my thigh because it wasn’t bleeding much while I was lying down. However to get from the stretcher they brought me in on to the x-ray table I had to stand like a flamingo. When I did that it started flowing again and it was getting everywhere all over the floor and the x-ray table. Now I wasn’t worried about my belongings (or lack there of) but their multi-million dollar machine didn’t seem like it was bought to be a gauze pad. After I received a look like I just busted their laptop I apologized (a lot). Come on guys it wasn’t my fault, blame the dang
Surgery took them a while and the one thing I remembered before the surgery was when they gave me the anesthetic; you know when they ask you to count backwards from 100 to 0. I don’t know about you but I try to compete and have fun with everything I do, and that my friend was a challenge. So before they gave me the anesthetic I asked them “how far do people usually get before they black out” and the Doc said “about 96-94 somewhere around there” so I replied “when I wake up tell me how far I got.” I finally awoke from the procedure at about 10pm and I was hungry because I couldn’t eat anything before the surgery and hadn’t eaten since breakfast. When I asked for the food they sent the Doc in to make sure I was doing ok. The first thing he said was “you are definitely a fighter, you made it all the way to 87 I was shocked. I almost gave you another dose ‘cause I thought it didn’t work.”
Monday, April 30, 2007
All this time he had to keep pressure on my foot to slow the bleeding down which is very painful. I kept telling him “Stop pushin’ on it that really isn’t helping the pain” he would just grin and say “it’s to stop the bleeding Pete I can’t” I said “fine let me bleed then it hurts.” By the time we got to the aid station the bed of the Hummer was filled with blood. When they pulled me out they had to open the tailgate and when they did it just poured out. I thought for sure I was done for I had never seen so much blood in my life.
This is the part that I don’t understand the nurses cut all of my clothes off and put a blanket over me. They said it was to make sure that I wasn’t hurt anywhere else and so they could easily get to the wounds. Yeah right I thought as I lay there in front everybody butt naked with a scratchy wool military blanket over me. Anyway after they stopped the bleeding they sent a Chaplin in to see me. He said “is there anything you would like?” after a second I said “yeah. Where is my CD player?” he looked at me kind of weird and I’m sure he thought I was nuts! But I was concerned because I had my Captain’s brand new Good Charlotte CD in it that I was listening to and it was in my cargo pocket of my uniform. Now you are probably wandering what that has to do with anything. My leg was hit right above the cargo pocket and I thought that it went through the CD player. I wasn’t really worried about the massive holes in me at this time because I was at the aid station but if that CD was broken I was toast. Everything was ok with it and with me for the time being.
Now they had to send me to the field hospital so they could get the shrapnel out of me. They couldn’t wait that long because their biggest concern was that Depleted Uranium was used in almost every bomb over there and if that was in me I had a bigger problem than bleeding to death. The hospital was about 35km away and it took about 45-50 minutes to drive there. So I got to fly in a Black Hawk! The coolest part about this was my whole
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
I just wanted to let every one know that I am going to be using my blog as a “Therapy dumping ground” for all my war memories so I can hopefully unburden myself and have a lighter load (heart, mind, and soul). I will be writing ALL my memories and thoughts of Operation Iraqi Freedom. So be WARNED there will be some VERY GRAPHIC posts, if this bothers you, you may need to choose now to discontinue reading my blog its up to you. There will be good memories and bad but they need to be out here instead of cooped up in me. So get ready because here they come…
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
This is her and now you can see that she is adorable! If I may say so myself. This was taken on the way back from Grandma's house, she always wants to go there I think it is possibly the fact that Grandma gives her treats and dessert before she finishes dinner. Grandma says in her defense "that is what Grandmas are for". I absolutely love her she is always surprising us with how smart she is and keeping us on our toes with constantly coloring on things. I guess its what I get in return for being a "Terror" when I was little. One time I didn't stop touching the fire poker my dad smacked my hand and told me "no" then I went back and did it again this time while looking right at him, he obviously didn't find it amusing as he smacked me again this time saying "No" a little louder. Well to make a long story short I still did it and received numerous swats. I finally quit when I joined the army but in my mind and heart I still long to touch the fire poker. So that is how devious I was. Hannah isn't even close to how bad I was; she is a perfect little girl even when she is bad. She is now 4 and is continuing to grow she loves to help with EVERYTHING even when you don't want her to. She always tells me when the stop lights are green and she says "its green... GO DAD GO... GO GO GO GO" the first time she did it I laughed and I know that is why she continues to. She follows after everything I do because she wants to be like me. I have to watch a lot of what I do because she watches so close. I basically can't do anything bad in front of her because she will do the same and I don't want her calling all dogs that bark "stupid dog". We heard her one time after she dropped something say "Crap... not again" so now I watch where I say that. I hope you enjoyed me talking about her 'cause I sure did.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
All I do is write write write, When I don't take my meds.
I have the toughest time, focusing on sleeping.
Calming down my mind, it's so hard to close my eye's and time is really creeping.
Don't know what else to do, is thinking causing me these issues.
I'm so tired I feel like poo, if I can't get off to snooze-----land.
I really need to go to sleep, I really need some shut-eye.
I have been up counting sheep, this is true I won't lie.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Today was trash day for us and I just wanted to mention that I love to get rid of the trash. It hasn't always been like this. When I was younger I would absolutely DREAD trash day mostly because I had to drag 3-4 Huge trash cans up our long driveway and usually they would get knocked over by the neighbors dogs after I left for school and the trash men wouldn't touch trash if it was out of the cans. Now is a very different story even though there are a lot more dogs in this neighborhood not one of them comes near MY trash. Now I can take my trash out the night before and don't have to worry about anything happing to my wonderful garbage. We are going to the YMCA today to work out. Till another thing happens.