On Monday I said I would update my blog later in the week. This is not the update I planned on. Thursday morning at 10:45, I was encouraging my son to get his shoes on because we had errands to run. Thirty minutes to the South, a man in a silver convertible was firing shots and killing people.
Yesterday in Chattanooga a 24 year old man, named Mohammad Youssuf Abdulazeez, killed four Marines and injured three others in what is being called an act domestic terror. This young man grew up in Chattanooga. He went to school in Chattanooga from primary school through University. He graduated from the University of Tennessee in Chattanooga just three years ago with a degree in electrical engineering.
My errands kept me local but this is still right in my back yard. As I was buckling my son’s seat belt, this man was driving down the road in his ford mustang and firing shots into a recruitment center. As I was waiting for a red light to change and laughing at something my son said, four United States Marines lost their lives at the Naval Reserve Center.
Right now a Marine Recruiter has a bullet wound in his leg while four of his brothers lie in body bags. A Chattanooga Police officer is recovering from surgery and a Navy Sailor is fighting for his life. This happened on American soil. This happened in the heart of the South.
I am deeply saddened and my own heart is broken for the families of these brave people. When you sign up for military service, you are essentially writing a blank check to your government. You never expect that check to be cashed at home. I have cousins who are Marines. I have Navy Sailors as relatives and friends. My grandfather and my Uncle served in the Army. My ex-husband was in the Air Force and so were his parents.
Americans died and Americans were wounded here on American soil. These are People who stood up when the questions were asked: “Who will defend our country? Who will give their all for their fellow Americans? Who will serve? Who will protect?”
Brothers, Fathers, Sons,….Americans. These are members of our extended family even though we may never have met them. These are our Heroes. Today I mourn our fallen heroes.
I am feeling under the weather today and have spent a good portion of the daylight hours under the blankets. (Which is a good thing if you consider that I have to work tonight.) Anyway, around eleven I gave up and went to the doctor. (It was either that or find away to remove my face and let all the yuck out.) I have been avoiding going to the doctor for several reasons.
1: I’m a big baby and I don’t like going to the doctor. If I go to the doctor then they will tell me I am sick. (which I already know but am trying to ignore.) and they will give me medicine, which I also don’t like. (But will make me feel better for the illness I am pretending not to have.)
2: I will have to explain why I didn’t come in earlier. (It is slightly past time for me to pick up a refill prescription for my anti-anxiety meds.)
3: I don’t like sitting in the waiting room with all the other sick people. (What if I catch something I don’t already have? Then I will have to come back to the doctor again.)
4: Scales. (If I wanted to know how much I weigh, I would have a scale at home. As of right now I don’t own one…that may unfortunately change…I seem to have gained a few more pounds than I thought…)
And number 5: I am a big baby and I don’t like going to the doctor.
Regardless, I did go. They gave me a steroid shot, my refill prescription, and sent me home with the reassuring words of “If it gets worse come back.” Now I am sitting here pouting because I don’t feel well and I now know how much I weigh.
Which means I will have to do something about it as soon as I feel better. I mean I don’t need to loose a ton like some people have to struggle with. About 20-25 pounds should do very nicely. But it means more activity and keeping a closer eye on what I eat. That means I need time and concentration on that aspect of my life, which in turn means less on another aspect. The kids, Work, Writing, Sleep, or the House. The house is already on the bottom of the list. The kids have to remain at the top. Without work none of the others are possible….*sigh* which means sleep or writing, both of which are equally important to my continued survival….I guess I will just have to find another way to squeeze in some exercise. Maybe power walks in the morning or something… They do say exercise is good for the brain. http://news.discovery.com/human/life/bulging-brains-does-exercise-make-you-smarter-infographic.htm
Oh and I did write today. 🙂