Week 9...and still alive

One more week come and gone...and am I glad this one is gone. This past week was the roughest week of my life. Granted I have had a sheltered life, but I was knocked down by this last week. I have recovered with the help of friends and family back home, not to mention the two days off for the weekend.

The past week I learned that I really can't fly a high performance aircraft, not to mention I got sick again and that meant I got to go see the spin doctor. I had to go sit in a chair that they spin real fast and then make me perform flying maneuvers while going around and around. The actual name for the chair is the Barany Chair and if you have time go look it up. You start off with your head straight ahead and then you move it from there. You may have to lean to the right, left, down, up, over the shoulder, etc. It is when they told me to climb (head up and back) or pull closed (a maneuver when we pull a high bank off the runway and roll out going the opposite direction) that my food passes my teeth for the second time, but in a new direction. I "get" to do that three times before they let me go back and resume my daily activities with a severe headache. I was then treated to the chair for the next three days after each flight.

Add that with the fact that I am struggling to fly a new plane the way they want us to fly it, I failed two tests, and we were there 12 hours each day...I had a bad week. Oh, not to mention the harder it gets the more homesick I get.

So that was my week! I don't want everyone to think I am just a whimp or a sissy...although I am...but I am just telling my week as it happens. I know I should see the big picture and that I am getting trained to be a pilot in the best Air Force in the world, but at times it is hard for me to see that big picture.

I don't like it when I am down, because that isn't me. So I am trying to be as positive as I can be and the weekends really help. Saturday I went wakeboarding and it was awesome. It is weird to get sun burned, while swimming in not cold water, in the middle of October. It is things like that which energizes me for the upcoming week. Thank God for the weekends...he knows I need them. I am counting down the days until I get to come home for Thanksgiving.

Congrats to the Warriner's on their new baby boy, Justin. Good work, Jason. I am sure you went through a lot! Were you there or hunting, during the birth?

Thanks again to those that post on my site and to the few that e-mail me. I now know who my "real" friends are. My list of who I am getting Christmas gifts for has shrunk, but on the good side, I will be saving money this year. Thanks to all you "wanna be" friends, I will have a lot more walking room around my tree this year.