It is pretty unbelievable that it has been an entire year since I broke my hip at OCS. I wish I could say time has flown by, but it hasn’t. Every day I think about being back in Quantico. When I close my eyes at night I see pickup, SIs, bivouacs, boxed chow, the Quigly, the bridge, my squadbay, and the graduation I never attended.
I had my appointment yesterday and things didn’t go how I’d hoped. Dr. C. said that he’d like to give the hip more time to heal before we take out the screws. He said that if we took the screws out now and the bone broke, we would lose all the progress we’ve made. He doesn’t want to see me again until August. In the meantime he told me I can push myself as hard as I can, including trying to run again. We’ll see how that goes.
The obvious bad news is that it’s going to be at least 6 months more before I can move on from all of this. Captain B. clearly stated I had to be off of disability before I can start the paperwork to return. The worse news is my time to get back into the Marines is quickly shrinking. I turn 26 in May.