The End.

Well.

It is weeks later. I survived.

In fact, I got out early. I got out Monday evening. Don’t tell anyone though. Military fitness made it sound like anyone who came on Wednesday was going to have to walk off a diving board blind folded (if they are afraid of heights, which I am) into a pool and carrying some kind of weight so some other group could practice saving people. Not lying. Pretty sure that is what was going to happen that week.

Anyway, in retrospect, I would do this again. Multiple times over. I was pretty sick for a few days but not the whole time and this was even with the worst case.

I will admit: I did start to go a little crazy after a week. If I wasn’t busy being deathly ill for a couple days; would my tolerance for been cooped up actually prove to be shorter? It gives me something to think about since I’ve played with the idea of satisfying my travel goals by simply going to some country and spending the bulk of the time still working. It wouldn’t really be officially ‘cooped up’ I suppose but still. I remember hearing about some study for astronauts where they wanted volunteers to be asleep (or not moving) for three months. Sure they make a ton of money but, if conscious, I would go insane. If not, I wasted 3 months of my life which is pretty substantial. I wouldn’t do it. Not that kind of thing. No cancer, prions, flesh-eating bacteria or HIV either.

I do feel inspired though. Inspired to seek things like this out again. Maybe once I graduate I’ll just sell myself as a guinea pig for a while as I plan for the future and study up for prospective jobs.

I hope to run into some of the patients again sometime. I bet I will. Next study, lol.

And I'll blog next time too! With pictures!