It Happened in February

From Beginning to Addiction

02/03

I had spent two months in class, learning both from a book and as a third party. But, today. Today was my official first day. No longer a third, but a partner.

The blue poly-cotton blend button up had been ironed, with perfect military creases. The silver and blue metal pieces, carefully pinned on my collar which Identified me, as did the patches sewn on my sleeves. It was hanging on a hook on the door. The navy pants also I ironed and hung.

The black boots where sitting on the floor under the clothing hung on the closet door. Polished to a dull, but smooth shine. I had walked for two days in them in thick socks to break them in.

On the counter by the door was a small notebook, three pens, two pencils, a sharpie, pair of shears, my knife, my cell, one of those indestructible NOKIAs, charging and a cardiology II Litman. In the dish, keys, a thin silver chain with Mimi’s wedding band, and a smooth polished ring with an Irish protection prayer. I wasn’t very religious, nor Catholic, but there were only a few days I didn’t have it on, mostly because it had gone missing.

I barely slept, yet I was too excited with wired energy. The alarm when off at 0545. But, I was already awake watching the time,

Tick

Tick

Tick

Right before the jarring sound started screaming, I hit it. I got up and in my socked feet to the kitchen. Loaded the pod style coffee machine with coffee and hit the button. While that did it’s thing, to the bathroom, turned the shower on, laid out all my makeup. It was still cool outside, so melting risk was slim. Mascara wasn’t needed, I dyed them, so no running mascara. Back to the kitchen, grabbed my coffee cup (SCORPIOs are so damn proud to be SCORPIOs)

After a shower and hair pulled up, I go to the bedroom where I hung my clothes, crisp blue shirt, over a gleaming white tee shirt. Befor buttoning it all the way up, I pin the silver plate with my last name. BDUs, duty belt. I lean down and zip the side of the polished black boots. Steel toe and shank.

Check the time.

0612.

Notebook, field guide, three pens, two pencils, one sharpie in the thigh pocket. Shears snapped on the side. The Cardiology II Litmann stethoscope…

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