I admit, I am a stubborn fucker. However, living in close quarters, in shitty conditions, barracks crud is sure to set in. I managed to escape the sickness with the slew of shots they poked us with, taking vitamins, working out, drinking lots of fluids, etc...
But, today I crashed. I went to sick call... and had a fever of 103. Nothing like a low grade fever to make you feel like smashed assholes. The problem is, I can't miss any training what so ever. I wound up taking nine of my troops with me... and we all have chronic upper respiratory infections. Nothing like coughing up golfball sized flem balls... yummy!
Anyway, still kicking. On Z Pack, fluids and rest. Back at it in the morning... flying soon!
GSX Out.
But, today I crashed. I went to sick call... and had a fever of 103. Nothing like a low grade fever to make you feel like smashed assholes. The problem is, I can't miss any training what so ever. I wound up taking nine of my troops with me... and we all have chronic upper respiratory infections. Nothing like coughing up golfball sized flem balls... yummy!
Anyway, still kicking. On Z Pack, fluids and rest. Back at it in the morning... flying soon!
GSX Out.