Camp Virginia, Kuwait, is yucky. It's just not right how hot it is. People shouldn't live here. 140 degrees just isn't right! I don't function in this kind of heat.
SPC Buckley and I have been working in the aid station at night. We have been pulling 12 hours of sick call every night. The term "work" is used pretty loosely, though. What really is happening is that we are physically in a building that could potentially cause us to work. We see maybe 3 patients and the rest of the time we are racked out on the waiting room couches watching movies and talking shit to each other. It's really not a bad gig.
There have been a few mildly interesting things to do. There was a rad infected toe nail removal that I snapped some pics of.
Before.
After. Eeew.
But (of course there is a down side, this is the Army, after all), since we are at work all night, we have to sleep all day. It's so hot outside that our poor 50 year old air conditioner can't keep up with the work load. It's possible our tent is going through menopause. It has hot flashes through out the day that make us feel like bacon frying in a pan in a matter of seconds. The air conditioner makes a grunting-complaining noise that warns us the heat wave is on it's way, and after 5 minutes or so of cooking us alive in the intense stale heat of the middle of the day, the air conditioner groans awake again and starts cooling us off.
It's absolutely miserable to sleep in a bitchy tent.
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