Waking up Tuesday morning in a sleeping bag on the floor brought the reality of the previous night crashing back to Joe. The fact that his kids were no longer there made him want to break down again. Instead, he got dressed for PT and went to post. He drove in silence, feeling numb. His life a surreal sort of hell in his opinion. He even toyed with the idea of getting on the H. E. Bailey turnpike and running into a bridge abutment at full speed. After PT he showered and returned to post and went through his day like a robot. Performing his duties on auto pilot. It wasn't until final formation that he realized that he had pretty much ignored everyone the entire day. He was broken from his trance by First Sergeant Pope.
"Farkas...Farkas!"
"Yes First Sergeant!"
"You forget your name private? Dentist, 0800 tomorrow, be there!"
"Yes First Sergeant."
And just like that, the day had passed. He saw several people on the way to the parking lot and only acknowledged a few with a cursory wave. He wasn't in a mood to talk and he certainly didn't feel like explaining to anyone what was wrong with him. He just wanted to go home. Correction, to his apartment.
"Hey private!"
It was Leon.
"Yes Sergeant."
"What's wrong with you? Did you catch a case of the stupid?"
Joe looked around the parking lot before answering. He felt a knot welling up in his throat.
"I'll call you later Sarge."
Joe walked off and got into his car before Leon could see tears. He wasn't about to let anyone see him cry. Joe started toward the PX and changed his mind. Not wanting to chance running into Lenore. He went instead to a dollar store on Sheridan Blvd. He picked up a cheap five dollar phone and a coffee maker. Once at the apartment he hooked up the phone and called his in-laws house number, no answer. He knew they had caller ID but tried again anyway, to no avail. After a shower and half of a bologna sandwich Joe sat at the table in silence. It dawned on him he didn't even have a television and he laughed uncontrollably. He was still in hysterics when the phone rang taking him off guard.
"Hello?"
"Joe, you OK man?"
"She's gone Leon. She took the kids and left."
"Fuck dude. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Wasn't trying to pry or anything. I'm sorry Joe."
"It's alright man. You couldn't have known. Not like I told anyone."
"That would explain why you were acting the way you were today. Is there anything we can do for you?"
"No, thanks man. I'm ok, well, I'll be ok. Just need some time to figure things out. That's all."
"Just don't do anything dumb. And if you need anything, anything at all don't hesitate to ask."
"You have an extra T.V.?"
Joe started laughing again
"Just joking, I'm good Leon. Thanks."
"Uh huh, ok. Just remember. We're here if you need us."
"Thanks Leon. That's appreciated more than you know. I gotta run dude. Need to go pick up a few things. I'll holler at ya later."
"Ok man."
"Bye Leon."
"Later Joe."
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Leon couldn't help but feel like Joe was anything other than ok. The way he went around the unit and motorpool today certainly wasn't normal behavior for him. But since he wasn't asking for help there wasn't much anyone could do other than watch him and respect his wishes. He hung the phone up to an audience. Namely Ruby and Lenore. It was Ruby who spoke first.
"Well?"
"Pam left and took the girls. He also said he'd be ok. But he did kind of laugh and ask if we had an extra T.V. So at least he still has his sense of humor."
Lenore didn't hesitated before she spoke.
"Only because she couldn't pack it into a moving truck."
When it came to Pam, Lenore always let her true feelings out. "Lenore look. Ruby and I both know how you feel about Pam. Joe too for that matter. If you truly do care, you'll let this run its course."
"I will. But know this. Being his friend and letting this 'run it's course' are two different things. If he asks, I'm going to be straight with him. I'm not going to hold back or lie any more. He deserves better than that. Especially from friends."
"Fair enough. But keep in mind he's still government property."
"He may be but I'm not."
"Doesn't matter. The fact that he is means there's a certain way he has to conduct himself. You need to keep that in mind and keep your labido in check."
"Enough you two! Just stop. Let's keep it at being friends, and as such we're here to help him as much as we can. Agreed Leon?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Lenore?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Now that that's settled, let's eat dinner."
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Wednesday morning wasn't much better. Although Joe came to the realization he needed a bed. A sleeping bag on the floor and a lumpy old couch weren't going to work for much longer. Being in the field was one thing but at home he liked his creature comforts. He took a shower, skipped shaving, threw on a uniform and headed to the dental clinic.
His dentist, a newly commissioned Capitan, was neither friendly nor gentle. Four hours and an undetermined amount of Novocaine later, he was finished. With the right side. The other two would have to come out in six weeks. The woman at the check out gave Joe two prescriptions.
"Take these as directed. You'll get vicodin for the pain and phenergen for upset stomach. You swallowed a lot of blood in there. No smoking, no drinking thru a straw, and no carbonated drinks for twenty four hours and no solid food either. Also, quarters for seventy two hours. I'll send your next appointment and your quarters slip to your unit. And between me and you, I'll try to schedule you for someone more experienced. Take these to the dispensary and they'll fill them for you."
"Than hue."
"You're welcome hun. Try not talk too much, and keep that cotton in there for at least a couple of hours."
Joe nodded and headed for the dispensary. He felt like he had just had the hell beat out of him.
It only took an hour to fill both prescriptions. The whole time he fought the urge to go back to sleep. Rather than going to his room once he was home, Joe flopped onto the couch and fell straight to sleep.
In his dream he was a kid being slapped around again by one of his step fathers. An especially hard slap woke him to the reality that his pain wasn't from his dream but rather from his recently removed wisdom teeth. The Novocaine had wore off while he was asleep and he was in pain. Staggering to the kitchen he pulled his meds from his pocket, put one of each in his hand and went to the fridge. Two beers, half a bottle of Jack, and an almost empty pitcher of red cool aid.
"Maybe tap water..." The thought made him wrinkle his nose.