Good Night, Moon.

Today was a rough one. I made it through, though, and am rather proud of that.
Yes, it was that serious.
I'm worn out, to say the least.
I have PT with the OIC and NCOIC in about an hour, which was enough of a frago this morning to throw me way off balance. I got some good sleep last night, which is probably my only saving grace at this point. If I hadn't slept last night, I would have been an utter disaster today. I had to do everything I could to set the clinic into reset mode after the week I was gone, because everything pretty much went to hell while I was gone. It created an incredible amount of work for me by being gone while patients were being seen. I'm alright though, I made it through it.
Oddly enough, I'm feeling rather unstoppable this evening. I think it is due to a couple NCO's at battalion talking to me for a bit, and noting that I had my crap together, and to my outstanding fiance, who is included in that anomaly known as- *GASP!*- my personal life being stable and above satisfactory. I'm so happy that I don't have to worry about my other half doing something dumb or being untrustworthy or screwing me over somehow. Ryan has my heart in ways I didn't know were possible. I'm a lucky woman.
Being a soldier is a HUGE source of pride for me, and I hope to retire after 20 or so years in. There are days that try my backbone, though. I am grateful to have the people around me that have been, because many of them have truly been my saving grace and a huge source of strength for me in the more trying days. I have great friends, an amazing husband-to-be and some pretty stellar soldiers to look up to. The bad days really aren't all that bad if I've got all of that going for me, you know?