Worry Worry Worry

I am my parents child. I worry. Not to the extent that I get ulcers.
Although, back in the early 90's I worried so much about a job I hated
that I contemplated buying stock in Brach's Candy because I was
popping so many Starlight Mints to ensure that my stomach didn't
hurt. But I digress. My newest worry? That I wasn't going to PQ
(Physically Qualify) to work down on the Ice this year. It turns out,
I did what I needed to do, and I'm headed down for my twelfth
season. As much as I worry now, I have to admit that Lynn has been a
good influence on me. I worry less than I used to. On the other hand,
I think she worries more now than she used to. Will I continue to worry
in the future? I don't know, but I'm not going to worry about it...

Physically Qualified

This is what we have to go through now to become
Physically Qualified to go down to the Ice. Really???
No, not really, but I needed a photo and when you
Google "Physically Qualified", this is what shows up.

Well, as of today, I am Physically Qualified (PQ'd) to
go south in less than three weeks. Being PQ'd is when
the Medical Department at Raytheon deems you
physically fit enough to endure the hardships of
spending the season on the Coldest, Highest, Driest
and Windiest continent on the planet. I'll be on the
second flight of Mainbody with an on Ice date of
September 30th, leaving Grand Junction on September
24th. I'm not looking forward to being away from Lynn
for 5 months, but I'll be busy so the time will go by
quickly.

First of Many

Today I took the first of many upcoming medical tests to go
back to the Ice for another season.

The Drug Pee Test.

I studied for it all night...I hope I passed!