Deployment Is Hell.

It's been one month and one day since my last entry and I must say....I have nothing GOOD to say.

Steve is finally up at Ft. Lewis, Washington.   He and the rest of his troops are in the OLD WWII barracks.   You can see through the walls.    And I'm NOT talking about windows.

It's a good thing that I asked our sweet doctor for "emergency" antibiotic for Steve.  Yes, he is sick right now/again.   He'd have to be much sicker before he got ANY kind of treatment right now.

This past month and one day has been the most miserable month of my life; and that's saying a lot if you count me going through cancer and my moms death.    


No hyperbole folks.   This past month has been non-stop horrible.

24/7 stress.   Non-stop.   NON-STOP.   I'm not kidding.    

Still (this is the 2nd week), the military does not recognize me as Steve's dependent, so I have no medical coverage.   None.   I'm pretending that I don't need my medicine.

As of today, I had to call my JAG lawyer on Bank of America.   If I tried to explain the past 5 months of THIS story, I'd go postal and need the medicine that I don't have and am pretending that I don't need.

Someone needs to "cap" Bank of America.

All of the families (not just Steve and I) were supposed to be paid DAYS ago.   I don't know about anyone else, but we're well over $750 overdrawn.   Just another reminder that we STILL have to buy things for him to deploy; the Army DOES NOT supply it all.   

And I'm pretending that we don't owe more than what he's getting in over the next month.   I'm Scarlett on Tara, getting ready for a picnic with the Tarlton twins.   "Well fiddle-dee-dee! I just couldn't eat another bite!"   "Why Brent!  I do declare you're a scoundrel!  *giggle*"   

WHAT-THE-BLEEP-EVER.

Steve did not get ANY Leave time.   THAT was beyond wonderful.   

I got to SEE him most every night...when he'd get home around 8 PM, grab a quick bite, and fall asleep in the chair.  Then get to mumble "Bye" around 4 AM when he had to leave again.

The only time he got to come home in the DAYLIGHT HOURS was when he had some kind of doctors appointment.   We usually were able to squeeze other  necessary appointments in-between on those days...like filing taxes, chasing down records to PROVE that I was still who I was the last time he was deployed,  threatening Bank of America, you know, LITTLE things like that.

And SO many other daily/hourly irritants....that I just will spare you the grizzly details.   

So boys and girls, friends and family, you can believe this or not...but once he actually gets in country, in Iraq....things will be better.    

Because EVERY SPOUSE KNOWS that pre-deployment and deployment is hell.   The rest is a cake walk.

I'll post again when something changes.   Positive, I hope.

Until then, pray for Steve's physical well being above all else right now.  The Lord has filled his plate this deployment...and it's so much more than just "soldiering".  

We need FAITHFUL PRAYER WARRIORS with a prophetic-edge for him.

If you don't know what that means, then chances are...I will need to post specific things for folks to pray for.

If you do understand....nothing else needs to be said.

Sorry dear ones, this is a different deployment, and prayer needs to be spot-on for the days to come.   

Hope that it's not another month before I post!

Hugs and Hellfire,
Patti