Last night, I was not on the hospital list, so I was able to get my one-month service record from the conscription office on base. I asked for, and received, three days' leave, starting tomorrow at noon, to go back to Athens and submit the paperwork to the central conscription office in Athens.
Then I double-checked with the medical office and found out that I'm not going to be leaving at noon tomorrow.
I'm going to be on the bus to the hospital at five in the morning, and shipped back in the late afternoon (unless something bad turns up in the damned CT-spiral scan). So I might be able to ask for it beginning Wednesday at noon, or maybe not. Officers on one end of the base direct me to non-coms, non-coms ask me why I didn't ask officers, and meanwhile, on the other side of the base, the story's completely different.
On the bright side, I got out of the base again. (No internet access from on base.)
I do have to say that this has been probably, on balance, the least enjoyable month of my adult life. (And yes, that includes the time I got hit by a truck and spent a week learning to walk again and the rest of that month in near-constant pain.)
Then I double-checked with the medical office and found out that I'm not going to be leaving at noon tomorrow.
I'm going to be on the bus to the hospital at five in the morning, and shipped back in the late afternoon (unless something bad turns up in the damned CT-spiral scan). So I might be able to ask for it beginning Wednesday at noon, or maybe not. Officers on one end of the base direct me to non-coms, non-coms ask me why I didn't ask officers, and meanwhile, on the other side of the base, the story's completely different.
On the bright side, I got out of the base again. (No internet access from on base.)
I do have to say that this has been probably, on balance, the least enjoyable month of my adult life. (And yes, that includes the time I got hit by a truck and spent a week learning to walk again and the rest of that month in near-constant pain.)