When I first arrived to the Pharmacy, there were two Pharmacists, both Lieutenants. One male, one female, who I'll call Lt #1 and Lt #2 for the sake of anonymity. Lt #2 was awesome. She was endlessly patient, always willing to lend a hand when I got overwhelmed, and had a tendency to dance around the pharmacy when it was slow.
Lt #1 on the other hand... let's just put it this way. A cheerful "Good Morning!" from me would result in a twenty minute spiel (if I was lucky!) starting with his opinion on the nurses (incompetent), the state of petty officers these days, both here and at his parent command (also incompetent), and pass through whatever his pet peeve of the day was, usually the incompetence of someone on the chain of command much higher than him, on the way to advocating the nuclear bombing of Afghanistan as a way to stop the war here.
He was completely and utterly convinced there was a conspiracy amongst the doctors to keep him from getting good orders. After the awards ceremony that conspiracy grew to include the face that he hadn't gotten the award he thought he deserved. Part of this was actually true, but only in that being an obstructive jerk to each and every person in the hospital isn't a good way to get what you want, even if you do actually deserve it. This had another side effect- because he didn't get the higher award, neither could Lt #2. He seemed to realize the effects of his actions afterward and actually apologized, but by the day after the award debacle had been assimilated into his spiel. He never really learned, and somehow I suspect he never will.
Note to self: post more often.
Aaand now I've been in Afghanistan for nearing on three months. It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be here- it's hot yes, but there's very little humidity, which makes for a very happy Pallas. The food is edible, the internet is okay for surfing and checking email and that sort of thing but not much else, the dust sucks, but hey, the hospital has AC! And there's a Boardwalk! And ice cream, even if it tastes funny. Granted, most things taste funny out here. And I work better hours here than I do in the States. Three on and one off = love.
In the effort to improve myself, I've been working in the Trauma Bay on my days off for a few hours. So far it's been interesting, but very slow. There was a guy with a dislocated hip, which was cool to watch when they put it back into place, because I've never seen any sort of dislocations reduced except for a finger back home.
As far as the Pharmacy here goes, it goes. The first three weeks or so were busy as all hell, because I came here not knowing inpatient pharmacy at all, and I'm going to go home being considerably more experienced with it. Once the new set of pharmacists and the new tech got here to replace the people leaving we kind of looked at each other, went 'okay everyone knows what they're doing, so let's make this all as normal as possible'. And in came the awesome hours.
And! I'm writing again! I haven't written anything that didn't die after a few pages and right now I've just started on part three! It's such a wonderful feeling, being productive like that. I figure once I finish part three, which may take awhile because it's quite a long chapter in my head, I'll go back, edit the first two parts and put them up here and a few other places for feedback.
Port Hueneme: Nice and sunny and hot. Got issued too many seabags of stuff I'll probably never wear, but made good friends :) Wish I knew who's bright idea it was to send me from the East Coast to the West for inprocessing, though.
Fort Jackson: Hot and humid. Too hot and humid. All it took was a walk to the galley to be drenched in sweat. Met more new friends, and a former coworker, a girl I haven't seen since boot camp, and a Chaplain from when I was on the USS Ronald Reagan in rapid succession. I haven't seen that many people from my past in ever. It was good to catch up with them though. I am now also in possession of a rifle, which isn't nearly as worrying a concept it was at first, and two more seabags worth of stuff. Oh, and the internet sucked.
Right now I'm in Kuwait, which is actually nicer in some ways than I thought it would be, and not in others. For one, cots and portapotties are standard here. And so are tents, which seem to attract crickets like nothing else. Either that, or they simply liked this particular tent. At one point, there were four of the bastards. However, the galley is very, very nice- the food is actually edible! And there's a Baskin Robbins inside! I have to say, ice cream makes everything better.