What Makes You Angry Today?

[Wagon]

I was told never to date a nurse. The guy said they use up all their sympathy at work and you get nothing at home.

Whether that is true or not, I don't know. Never dated a freak nurse.

Hmmmmm. Getting shit together. Thats something to do. Where do you start? It's all over the f*cking place.

 

[Maynard Nipplecorn]

Yeah, so the Holidays suck and this year was suck with a nice coating of shit sauce.

Don't drink much, if it all. It just messes with my head and my meds far too much. At any rate on Christmas Eve I decided I was going to have a couple of beers. Bad idea.

However many drinks later I'm passed out in bed. Now I'm being awoken by a man who is telling me that he is a sheriff's deputy and is arresting me for assault with a deadly weapon. What the f*ck?

Evidently I had a really bad reaction between the meds, my PTSD and the booze and blacked out. Evidently I came to and pointed a loaded 1911 at my wife though I don't remember any of it. She called for medical help but I got a nice ride to f*ckville Hotel with a shiny set of bracelets on for 16 days while everyone I know begged the DA to back off and get me into a program! Nobody got shot thank God in heaven but this f*cking spider web of paranoia is derailing the chain.

I had been having lots of really shitty dreams before this. Dreams where I was pinned down in firefights, dreams where I was throwing myself over my wife's body to protect her from IED blasts, crazy shit.

While I was in jail over this piece of insanity over Christmas I dreamed that I was being attacked and I snapped kick this guy's knee in the dream but in reality ended up snap kicking a concrete ceiling in my cell thereby breaking my toe on the morning I was released.

Now I have this deputy county attorney up my ass with her little man-hate crusade out to try and crucify me as badly as she can and I find myself wishing she would just f*ck off this mortal coil.

Of course a felony is going to f*ck with my life entirely along with the lives of all those around me who depend on me.

I'm surrounded by good friends though. My wife is more in love with me than she's ever been. My kid loves me as though I am God himself. All is good yet all is shadowed by this legal debacle.

I'm just f*cking freaked out about what's going to happen next.

 

[combatgoldfish]

Gunboy, How about an into in the introductions section before I read and respond to all that shit, aye?

 

[Spock]

Gunboy ~ lot of folks here have been where you are and can help. In fact, it's a primary goal for most of us. We're focused on pushing new posters, like yourself, to the Intro section first. Check it out and you'll see what you can tell us and find out about who else is on here. Here's the link:
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As for your immediate matter, assuming you have a PTSD diagnosis and/or other combat injuries, which is why you're on meds that don't mix with alcohol, you might highlight this in your defense, hoping it is the first. Yes, you're very fortunate no one was actually hurt.

Keep this lesson at the top of your thought process when you dealing with the Beast. You're a trained warrior, so keep STRONG separate from STUPID. I know that is easier to preach than to do but hold it close.

Stay safe, stay strong.

 

[Raven]

I didn't know that trying to administer pills to a dog could be this frustrating... I have a much shorter fuse when I'm dealing with people than when I'm dealing with animals, but Pete really pushes my buttons when he's rejecting pill-pockets, cheese, and every means I have to disguise the medication... When I give them to him the old-fashioned way by prying his mouth open and throwing them down his throat, he gags them up, bites them, and then spits out the mangled pill.

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If she's willing to drop the charges (you say she's more in love than she's ever been), then why is the legal shit still continuing?

 

[Sarg]

Raven,

Have had the same problem with my dog starting day one. I starting crushing the tablets or breaking the capsules open and sprinkling it over his food. As long as the stuff wasn't too bitter, he eat it right down. One med, has to be administered while he is fasting and wait one hour for him to eat. That took some experimentation. Started crushing the med and putting it in with just a half teaspoon of peanut butter and he just inhales it.

Saves nipped fingers that way.

Sarg

 

[combatgoldfish]

It's trivial but my play station 3 is having issues. Just to give you a back story, I bought the PS3 right after two guys in my platoon were KIA. I figured if I had access to buy a game system and a tv, might as well, since life in Iraq can be lost in a blink of an eye.

This play station made it though 9 months in combat zone, sandstorms, countless mortar attacks, and made the long 4 month journey from Iraq back to the west coast of America. It continued to work up until a few months ago. Just got it to work again this week. Even went out and bought a new game. Which the PS3 can't seem to handle without freezing.

I'm pissed off and a bit depressed about it. Yeah, it's just a magic box I use to lose myself in and it can be replaced but I'm sentimental in throwing anything away that made it through hell with me.

I almost want to take it to camp with me and hold a funeral for it.

 

[Raven]

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I had an 18" gaming laptop make it through hell with me only to have its screen crack this past summer for reasons that are still a mystery to me. It still had some good ol' Iraqi sand in the keyboard. I had slapped a little OIF ribbon bumper sticker on it. I regretted it because I had guys ask me about it more often than I thought I would when I used it in public, especially through college. I would put on my ditziest voice and tell them it was my boyfriend's laptop because I need at least a few stiff drinks before I'm going to get into that shit... That usually shut them up. But there was one person near campus who saw me with it a bunch of times over the course of a couple years after I told him it was my boyfriend's. Although he never spoke to me again, he would give me a knowing grin every time he saw me. I think he caught on pretty quickly.

It made me wonder how many of them saw through my boyfriend bullshit but just had the good sense not to press me about it. It sometimes feels like we vets can smell it on others.

I wasn't even mad when the screen broke. Just sad at first, and then relieved. It was another albatross I could finally shit-can.

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I have tried that, plus mixing in some wet food with his dry food to make the dinner/pill concoction more enticing. I think his apoquel smells nasty, even when it's crushed up and sprinkled over yummies, because he rejects it and looks at me like I'm the devil for trying to force feed him that shit yet again.

 

[Sarg]

Altho' not electronic in nature, my old twelve string guitar endured fourteen months being banged around in Nam. Bridge came off twice. Pick guard fell off. Had a crack from the waist all the way around to the peg hole, which we repaired with a completely new glue called "poxy".

Just for giggles, I took it to my instrument expert and he said it was in perfectly playable condition. Not bad for an old war horse.

Sarg

 

[Sarg]

Well, a picture is worth a thousand...



That old girl has been the best guitar. Bought it in a music store on the square at Kaiserslautern to use in the folk trio we had. And decided to take it to Nam.

Sarg

 

[Raven]

I had a guitar over in the Sandbox. A late '60s Gibson classical. It had belonged to my mother back then. She sent it to me about three months into my deployment with a letter saying I earned it. A comradefriend taught me to play it. I still remember the basics.

My ex husband has the damned thing now.

 

[Sarg]

Oh, that's a loss. My Dad tried to keep my 60s Gibson I left in the states. Just about had to snatch it from him. That's all right, he wound up with an Ibanez and really liked that cause it didn't dig into his ribcage. That, an amplifier, a banjo and some other equipment left out in the rain to spoil. Said I would pay to have a moving co. come out and ship it to me. Dipshits, all of em'.

Sarg