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...ow ow ow. Next time I go for a six mile slog up a big ass mountain, I FIND MY DECENT MOUNTAIN SLOGGING SOCKS. Good job Dad had the first aid kit handy... hate plasters (well, hate pulling the damn things off), but hate blisters even more.
Gorgeous views up there, though. We started out when it was cloudy but as we got to the top it started to clear up. And I got sunburned on the way down, so more ow.
Top of the mountain looks, if you'll excuse the simile, like some kind of petrified version of Demyx' hair - crazy-ass spiky rocks everywhere. Which Dad decided to climb. Heh.
Somehow, Dad ended up Tour Guide Of The Day - we kept ending up giving out directions off the mountain. (Hope that gang from London made it down the easy way OK...) Everyone just seems to think he Knows Where He's Going, it seems...
And me being me, had the iPod going. The Halo theme is actually pretty damn good at getting me going and charging off ahead. :)

They stand in line, one at a time, ready to play...

...I think I'm calm enough to type this entry now. I just spent the last half hour crying.

I just got the blurb through from the army today, just general info. Including medical requirements.
Including what they can permanently keep you out for.

Which includes screwy blood conditions. Thalassemia.

I'm a carrier - beta trait, they call it. Don't have the full thing, slight tendency to anaemia. But they don't specify if you need to have the full thing to be ruled out for good.

...fuck.

I hadn't even decided for good. But to not even be allowed to make that decision...

...god, here I go again. I'm gonna start crying on the keyboard...

I'm gonna go ask and see if I can find out what the score is - whether they do mean the full blown condition or not. But otherwise... yeah.