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If you'll pardon the anthropomorphic impossibility, my back has reared its ugly head again.
New job, new performance reports, and someone up the chain wants to know if the fact that I have a barely-passing fitness score means that per AFI10-148 para 4.2.7.1 I should still be allowed to sit at a desk.
My boss had to scramble to find me in the gym (of all places!) on Friday to have me explain what's been going on the last five months (trying in vain to get someone to assess me and update my profile) plus the last six years as background. Then I explained it to his boss, who said he understood and I was off the hook. Until someone else saw my forms and did a little more digging.
So today I was back at the Pentagon telling another doctor what's worked, what hasn't, what I've taken, what I've done, what I need, what I hope. (Un?)fortunately, he said he was an ortho something specialist, and though I told him that chiropractic care hadn't done much for me in Colorado, that was three (or four...or five?) years ago. So he proceeded to roll me and pull me and push me, though the only thing that popped was my hip. He did say that my
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He did say that my tushy was crooked. He thinks the quick work he did on me helped my alignment, and now my legs are the same length (he was serious), so I guess that's something. But he wants another MRI, wants me to see a specialist, maybe get another steroid. So I told my boss(es) that I was still being looked at, but no one medically important seemed ready to give up on me and kick me out of the service. I'm good at what I do, and can still fly around the world and crawl around rail cars. Hopefully this will suffice for the time being.
Meanwhile, I just got out of the hot tub, required to recover from this afternoon's treatment. Just had no idea my leg could move in that direction.
New job, new performance reports, and someone up the chain wants to know if the fact that I have a barely-passing fitness score means that per AFI10-148 para 4.2.7.1 I should still be allowed to sit at a desk.
My boss had to scramble to find me in the gym (of all places!) on Friday to have me explain what's been going on the last five months (trying in vain to get someone to assess me and update my profile) plus the last six years as background. Then I explained it to his boss, who said he understood and I was off the hook. Until someone else saw my forms and did a little more digging.
So today I was back at the Pentagon telling another doctor what's worked, what hasn't, what I've taken, what I've done, what I need, what I hope. (Un?)fortunately, he said he was an ortho something specialist, and though I told him that chiropractic care hadn't done much for me in Colorado, that was three (or four...or five?) years ago. So he proceeded to roll me and pull me and push me, though the only thing that popped was my hip. He did say that my
this is a direct quote here
He did say that my tushy was crooked. He thinks the quick work he did on me helped my alignment, and now my legs are the same length (he was serious), so I guess that's something. But he wants another MRI, wants me to see a specialist, maybe get another steroid. So I told my boss(es) that I was still being looked at, but no one medically important seemed ready to give up on me and kick me out of the service. I'm good at what I do, and can still fly around the world and crawl around rail cars. Hopefully this will suffice for the time being.
Meanwhile, I just got out of the hot tub, required to recover from this afternoon's treatment. Just had no idea my leg could move in that direction.
posted by Dan at 9:16 PM
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