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I will quit.

The points I made (eg: your period onset and its ability-loss impact on life-chances for you and your team) are not "the way it was". That problem and the other problems are still there.

I can understand avoiding the facts as being too numerous and uncomfortable. But those pumps are still "unmanned" on naval ships.

And so I hang up my bandoleer.
Don't quit now! We've got two women on this site, and you haven't pissed off Ness yet!
 
I’m hearing you Walt. Just think differently than you. I’m sure those little wormy sorta things that will crawl "up there" in a female after laying in rice patty water for a week would equally be just as uncomfortable for man parts. I do believe in equal training and equal qualifying tho. I’m with you on that. I think the navy is doing much better with that nowadays. As far as the male hormone thing my opinion is that we all need to control that in ourselves. My husband was a submarine electrician but we didn’t make babies on the boat. We all should have self control and imo that is no excuse for not allowing qualified women in the workforce.
I could spend 2 days talking to a submarine electrician .
 
I could spend 2 days talking to a submarine electrician .
Don’t know how much he remembers. 😂 but I’m sure he would love to chat about it. he fixes all our electrical stuff in his own time and is good at saying replacing a lightbulb is a mechanical thing since it has mechanical threads.
 
WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT:

I hadda go to the VA yesterday. Got my blood drawn last week per their mail-in notice to do so. I have to visit the VA at least once a year or they will cancel my GI dinged helmet dole.

So I get to the 9th floor a half-hour early and get in the long line of dudes wearing masks to let them know I am gracing their presence.

Mine has my face on the mask. Finally (after 30 minutes) get the nod, and I say to the guy behind the useless glass, that I am here to see a Dr. Bergstrom for my yearly penance, and that my appointment is for 8:00AM.
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Guy behind glass says: "We do not have you as being supposed to be here today."

I held up my TWO arms bruised from the blood draw last week and replied:

"As usual, you guys in the VA sent me a notice saying to appear twice: Once last week, and once right now. The folks in the blood draw had their copy and did their thing. So I know, and the folks on the first floor know, that the VA required me to show up here at this time... today -- it was on the same formal notice."

Guy behind glass: "We have no slot available."

Me: "Can Dr. Bergstrom just see me for the two minutes this yearly stuff takes? All we do is make sure I am still walking around. No tests, nuffing but 'Hello, goodbye' and I'm done. It is just to see if I am still alive." (The VA don't want no old dead GI's collecting Service Connected (ie: Dinged Helmet) stipends, ya know, so they check once a year.)

Guy goes to check. Comes back with a weird fargin look on his face. "Umm... Dr. Bergstrom has moved to Hawaii."

Me, gobsmacked: Well, who took over for him? Bergstrom blew the place and did not update his patient list, eh?

Guy disappears. Comes back ten minutes later with: "It is Dr. Mumblemumble. She is fully busy and cannot see you today."

Then he comes out with this outright insanity: "Would you be willing to see a different doctor?"

Me: "Since I have never seen or heard of my new doctor who is not available after Bergstrom decamped at midnight, ANY doggone doctor you come up with will be a "new doctor" so let's take a gamble on any one walking around with a diploma. OK?"

Guy disappears. Returns. It is now 8:30

Guy: "We can squeeze you in at 11:30 with someone."

Me: "Sit here for three fargin hours for a TWO FARGIN MINUTE appointment with a doctor who has absolutely no knowledge of me? Are you really serious? Would YOU?!
How about tomorrow? Early!" (parking is truly terrible at the VA after 8AM)

Guy consults computer again... "I can work you in for a checkup at... and names a week from now and a time of 2PM."

Me (in the danger zone): "Give. Me. A. Time. In. The. FUKKING morning."

So now I have an appointment for two minutes about ten days from now. (seething)
 
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WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT:

I hadda go to the VA yesterday. Got my blood drawn last week per their mail-in notice to do so. I have to visit the VA at least once a year or they will cancel my GI dinged helmet dole.

So I get to the 9th floor a half-hour early and get in the long line of dudes wearing masks to let them know I am gracing their presence.

Mine has my face on the mask. Finally (after 30 minutes) get the nod, and I say to the guy behind the useless glass, that I am here to see a Dr. Bergstrom for my yearly penance, and that my appointment is for 8:00AM.

Guy behind glass says: "We do not have you as being supposed to be here today."

I held up my TWO arms bruised from the blood draw last week and replied:

"As usual, you guys in the VA sent me a notice saying to appear twice: Once last week, and once right now. The folks in the blood draw had their copy and did their thing. So I know, and the folks on the first floor know, that the VA required me to show up here at this time... today -- it was on the same formal notice."

Guy behind glass: "We have no slot available."

Me: "Can Dr. Bergstrom just see me for the two minutes this yearly stuff takes? All we do is make sure I am still walking around. No tests, nuffing but 'Hello, goodbye' and I'm done. It is just to see if I am still alive." (The VA don't want no old dead GI's collecting Service Connected (ie: Dinged Helmet) stipends, ya know, so they check once a year.)

Guy goes to check. Comes back with a weird fargin look on his face. "Umm... Dr. Bergstrom has moved to Hawaii."

Me, gobsmacked: Well, who took over for him? Bergstrom blew the place and did not update his patient list, eh?

Guy disappears. Comes back ten minutes later with: "It is Dr. Mumblemumble. She is fully busy and cannot see you today."

Then he comes out with this outright insanity: "Would you be willing to see a different doctor?"

Me: "Since I have never seen or heard of my new doctor who is not available after Bergstrom decamped at midnight, ANY doggone doctor you come up with will be a "new doctor" so let's take a gamble on any one walking around with a diploma. OK?"

Guy disappears. Returns. It is now 8:30

Guy: "We can squeeze you in at 11:30 with someone."

Me: "Sit here for three fargin hours for a TWO FARGIN MINUTE appointment with a doctor who has absolutely no knowledge of me? Are you really serious? Would YOU?!
How about tomorrow? Early!" (parking is truly terrible at the VA after 8AM)

Guy consults computer again... "I can work you in for a checkup at... and names a week from now and a time of 2PM."

Me (in the danger zone): "Give. Me. A. Time. In. The. FUKKING morning."

So now I have an appointment for two minutes about ten days from now. (seething)
I won't go to the VA. Above is a good reason why.
 
I won't go to the VA. Above is a good reason why.
You would if you HAD to.

Here I am, with a regular official doctor.

Here I also am with a Board Certified SuperDoctor on call 24/7/365 who will ALWAYS do house calls.

But I still haveta go to the VA or I will lose some more*** of my citizenship for being a volunteer sojer who got dinged. I will lose the stipend I git as a MEH "wounded warrior".

***The ONLY way for me to get one of those cigar-things is if Sumbarine Girl mails me one. The VA accepts only ONE REASON and one reason ONLY for a "weed OK" ticket: You gotta be battle-nuts. Formally: I must claim PTSD.

Well, of course my citizen rights were diminished by volunteering and gettin dinged! That makes sense. :rolleyes:

But if I claim PTSD (which would be false, BTW, and actionable), then the US Gummint can and WILL search my house -- at any time -- for any weapons to confiscate.:mad:

That would be a double reduction of citizen rights for my disgusting folly of volunteering.

John "Duke" Wayne
12333 70th Place N.
West Palm Beach, FL 33412
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Don't spread this around. Unless you want my phone number, too.
 

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