Sunday is not a Training Day. Last night I dreamed about Dice and the snow, going on a walk down our alley, about family and about food. They were good dreams. Poor little fat puppy.
My shin splints are pretty much gone but that cough is coming back and I'm pretty sure it's developing into some form of pneumonia. I say this based off the fact that 6 people have caught pneumonia so far and more coughs are on the way. My goal is to hold off going to medical until after Saturday. This week as I've said is Firing Week and hell if I'm going to miss THAT, and then Friday is Qual Day, and then Saturday is our 10 mile hump, none of which is really miss-able. I've been kinda doing meditations for it but I only have time in the rack and I keep falling asleep. I think it is getting better though. Last night and the night before I imagined cleaning my lungs out with rifle cleaning gear and that seemed to work pretty well.
One of our girls, Dambert, has a husband in Kilo Company, which is the male company on track (same dates) with us. We ran into him and with the help of some of his platoon mates were able to exchange notes without notice. Talking with males is actually a big risk that you can drop training days for, but we waited until we were on the bus.
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