I ate the biggest breakfast ever eaten
I had
potatoes with some kind of
meat gravy/
creamed beef thing,
pancakes with
apple goo, and a
filipino sweet
fried pork thing (the name
escapes me). Then I had fried rice and more potatoes with crap on them. Then, I had a cinnamon and sugar donut, still warm. Then, I wanted to throw up. Bad.
But instead I climbed up and down stairs for a half hour.
An aircraft carrier is very big. I get to verify that the
fuel transfer system is properly aligned before we pump fuel anywhere. This prevents us from oozing fuel somewhere real hot (where it will burn), or into the ocean (where the captain will burn). To do this, I must climb down five steep sets of stairs seven times.
It is a long way.
It is hard.
I sweat profusely, because some of the ladders are in really hot spaces.
Written on the desk in front of the
Propulsion Plant Supervisor's chair. Propulsion Plant Supervisor is a title like
sanitary engineer--it sounds alot
spiffier than it really is. The Prop Plant Supervisor, aka P-Desk, just logs everything that occurs in the Steam Engineering Plant. A logkeeper,
a writer downer of things, the P-Desk is excruciatingly boring.
Tadpole is sick. Real sick.
My boy's
temperature shot up to 106
yesterday, so wife rushed him to the
hospital where they gave him
shots and other excruciating things to fix him. He is
better, with no
permanent damage (
thank goodness). He had to give the
nurses a
urine sample, and for those not yet
potty trained, this usually involves
catheters. But, he has had tremendous success in the
potty arena lately. So, the nurses gave him 15 minutes. In the last second of the last minute, he
peed in the cup, to the great
applause and celebration of everyone involved. According to my wife, he is much better today, but has to return to the
hospital for a follow up visit.
Every time he thinks of having to go back, he sobs. It makes me sad as well.