My Farmer's Tan

I am working on my farmer’s tan. About the only sun I get directly to my skin is when I walk to the gym in my PT uniform (my shorts and short sleeve shirt). They don’t allow you to go around without your shirt on here. That should keep my daughter and wife happy. A few years ago, my daughter had some friends over at the house. It was late, say about 11 or so. I was already in bed. So I went downstairs to have them turn the music down, but I didn’t bother to put a shirt on. My daughter complained to my wife about not having a shirt on, saying “Any man over 40 should not be in public without a shirt on”. I told her she should be grateful at least I put my pants on. Yes Dear, I will start behaving. Anyhow, my arms and legs are getting tanned, but the rest of me is pasty white.

There is amazing art work here. The Army has some talented soldiers. On the T-walls, different soldiers have displayed their artistic talents. Some of it has faded, but still quite impressive. This is a lot better than what is displayed on the bathroom walls. I guess I am not the only one with some free time.

Even though I am not very busy with the big traumas, I still am taking care of our troops. I see people in our clinics almost every day. There are a lot of sports related injuries I see. The gym is big, has a basketball court, lots of machines and weights. I see a lot of things that I would see in my practice back home. I have seen ruptured tendons, lots of strains and tendonitis. The only problem is I can’t do a lot about it now. If it is bad enough, then I send them to Germany. If not too bad, then I give them some anti-inflammatory meds and they tough it out.

Tom