Never a dull moment...

JagFarlane

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So today I came off of convalescent leave and reported to the local base's transient personnel unit. I get there, and they send me up to talk to the people whom handle my ships personnel who are just reporting in from other commands, or like me, were left behind for various medical reasons.
At first they're telling me they're going to ship me to San Diego shortly so they can have me meet my ship in a couple weeks. Was like...wtf...and so proceed to tell them that I have to remain here to continue my follow-up appointments. They hold a lot of discussion to this, the end result being they tell me to go to Portsmouth Naval and get documentation stating I have to continue treatment. Ok, fine...
So, being me, I called up Portsmouth ahead of time so that they could do the paperwork whilst I was coming in, instead of wasting my time there waiting for it. While on the phone, explaining everything to the receptionist...she decides I need to talk to the doctor. He gets on the phone, I tell him whats going on and he's like "WHAT!? Are they insane!? No...they cannot send you out right now. So...here's what we're going to do..." And proceeds to tell me that I'm going to a medical board in the morning, where they will document the fact that I cannot be sent to the ship in my current condition, and essentially have me transferred off the ship to TPU [transient personnel unit] to heal here in Norfolk. After a few months, they will then cut me orders to a new ship.
So...bleh...at least I have a better idea of what is going on with me. Now I just gotta beg someone to ship back all the stuff I had to leave on the ship due to time constraints.
 
So today I came off of convalescent leave and reported to the local base's transient personnel unit. I get there, and they send me up to talk to the people whom handle my ships personnel who are just reporting in from other commands, or like me, were left behind for various medical reasons.
At first they're telling me they're going to ship me to San Diego shortly so they can have me meet my ship in a couple weeks. Was like...wtf...and so proceed to tell them that I have to remain here to continue my follow-up appointments. They hold a lot of discussion to this, the end result being they tell me to go to Portsmouth Naval and get documentation stating I have to continue treatment. Ok, fine...
So, being me, I called up Portsmouth ahead of time so that they could do the paperwork whilst I was coming in, instead of wasting my time there waiting for it. While on the phone, explaining everything to the receptionist...she decides I need to talk to the doctor. He gets on the phone, I tell him whats going on and he's like "WHAT!? Are they insane!? No...they cannot send you out right now. So...here's what we're going to do..." And proceeds to tell me that I'm going to a medical board in the morning, where they will document the fact that I cannot be sent to the ship in my current condition, and essentially have me transferred off the ship to TPU [transient personnel unit] to heal here in Norfolk. After a few months, they will then cut me orders to a new ship.
So...bleh...at least I have a better idea of what is going on with me. Now I just gotta beg someone to ship back all the stuff I had to leave on the ship due to time constraints.

That's different. I've gone off and left stuff in a barracks before but never had a barracks go off and leave me. :D
 
So today I came off of convalescent leave and reported to the local base's transient personnel unit. I get there, and they send me up to talk to the people whom handle my ships personnel who are just reporting in from other commands, or like me, were left behind for various medical reasons.
At first they're telling me they're going to ship me to San Diego shortly so they can have me meet my ship in a couple weeks. Was like...wtf...and so proceed to tell them that I have to remain here to continue my follow-up appointments. They hold a lot of discussion to this, the end result being they tell me to go to Portsmouth Naval and get documentation stating I have to continue treatment. Ok, fine...
So, being me, I called up Portsmouth ahead of time so that they could do the paperwork whilst I was coming in, instead of wasting my time there waiting for it. While on the phone, explaining everything to the receptionist...she decides I need to talk to the doctor. He gets on the phone, I tell him whats going on and he's like "WHAT!? Are they insane!? No...they cannot send you out right now. So...here's what we're going to do..." And proceeds to tell me that I'm going to a medical board in the morning, where they will document the fact that I cannot be sent to the ship in my current condition, and essentially have me transferred off the ship to TPU [transient personnel unit] to heal here in Norfolk. After a few months, they will then cut me orders to a new ship.
So...bleh...at least I have a better idea of what is going on with me. Now I just gotta beg someone to ship back all the stuff I had to leave on the ship due to time constraints.

That's different. I've gone off and left stuff in a barracks before but never had a barracks go off and leave me. :D You Navy guys do things the hard way. ;)
 
That's different. I've gone off and left stuff in a barracks before but never had a barracks go off and leave me. :D You Navy guys do things the hard way. ;)

Well normally I would have taken it all off. However when surgery is scheduled to occur less than 8 hours away...and its 11pm...ya just grab what you can/need and leave.
 
Well normally I would have taken it all off. However when surgery is scheduled to occur less than 8 hours away...and its 11pm...ya just grab what you can/need and leave.

The advantage of being on a sub :D
If the locker under my rack was packed to the gills, it was 3/4 of a seabag :)
Throw all that crap in in less than 5 min. D
 
:rose: Sounds like a doctor who knows how to get things done.

Y'gotta love that kind. When my bride mentioned that she felt something funny on her throat, I reached over, rubbed her larynx and agreed. She went to the student health center and was asked, "How fast can you get admitted to the hospital? I want to operate on Thursday." Cancer caught quickly can be cured. That was 40 years ago.
 
Y'gotta love that kind. When my bride mentioned that she felt something funny on her throat, I reached over, rubbed her larynx and agreed. She went to the student health center and was asked, "How fast can you get admitted to the hospital? I want to operate on Thursday." Cancer caught quickly can be cured. That was 40 years ago.

Yea that was kinda how this whole thing with the retina went for me...I showed up at the ER, they saw me...got worried, called an opthamologist [its was Sunday so that dept was off], he came in, saw me, called a civilian retina specialist, I met her at her clinic about two hours later and was in surgery less than 24 hours later...
 
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