A Reason to Leave Afghanistan

  I got up for work on 2 November and was feeling really wierd.  I cannot even describe it.  I was feeling so bad that I got some friends to take me to the hosptial clinic. The only thing I remember is we got there and some officer kept arguing with me.  He wanted to know if I was retired military or not.  That is all I remember.
  I woke up on the 14th, in a hospital in Houston.  That is really all I know for sure.
  It seems that I was operated on in Afghanistan, sent to Landshtul, germany, then to Houston.  After the surgery, they put me in a medically induced coma to heal.  That is what they tell me anyway.  I know nothing about that.  All I do remember is the worst PTSD attack I have ever had, and I think it went on until I woke up.  They had me strapped down because I was violent.  I have written out what happened during that period, maybe I will post it, maybe not. It is crazy. 
  Anyway, I am healing and recovering from the surgery and everything.  It seems I had a blockage in my femoral artery that blew up.  It is very lucky for me that they seemed to know what they were doing.  Somehow they brought me back and very quickly fixed me up.  In another month or so I will need to find a job or try to go back overseas.  We will see how that goes.  So now I am in the states with a lot of free time on my hands.