They (the proverbial "they") are requiring physicals for all personnel over here.  This is a good thing, but a pain in the tail, none-the-less.  One thing that is required are vaccinations.  We all get vaccinated before we come over here, and in 1 week we process about a million different things.  We go through military indoctrination, shots, personal protective equipment, rules of engagement, military law, what to do if separated and / or captured, and the list goes on.

     Then you get to take the long trip here.  Everything that you recived, including your shot records, gets shuffled.  Everything you were told gets dumped.  Now if you stay here very long, you're likely to have to move several times, making things get shuffled even more.  So, I went looking for my shot record.  No luck. I looked high, and low.  I found a bunch of stuff that had been missing for a while, but no shot record.  I figured it must have accidentally gotten tossed.  This could be a bad thing for me.  Very bad.  I don't like shots.

     This morning, when I got off of work, I went to sick call to see if they might have had any records on me.  No such luck.  They don't keep records on civilians, not even retired ones.  They started a record on me, though, so this won't happen again.  So, I started my vaccinations all over again.  I got there fairly early.  I had three Active Duty Soldiers come in behind me.  I told them I would get the Medic warmed up for them.

     I got my series and was waiting for the Medic to get the paperwork done.  I was dripping blood everywhere, so the Medic put a bunch of generic band-aids on me.  A second Medic started giving those Soldiers thier shot.  They only had to get one each.  This Medic told these Soldiers he had some special band-aids.  He broke out a box.  The first band aid he put on, they all gathered around it.  I hear "what's that say?"  "Carma is a bitch!" then laughter.  I chuckled, not yet realizing that the band-aids had sayings on them.  "What did you get?", I hear.  "Suxs to be you!", came the reply.  LMAO, Now I got it.  These band-aids were hillarious.

     I get back to my room, still thinking about that first band-aid, "Carma is a bitch".  I open my wall locker to grab a fresh shirt and I look up.  There staring me right in the face is... MY SHOT RECORDS!!!!!  Damn... what did I ever do to Carma?  I should have gotten that first band-aid!  I am so sore tonight.  At least tonight is my night off.