More nothing and a scare
So not a lot going on here outside of the garrison life. I think a persons tolerance for BS goes way down after a deployment and continues downward with each subsequent deployment. You eventually get to the point where you just don’t care about all the garrisonitis and lack of the common sense factor. For example, when its 40F outside and you are still required to wear clothing as though it was -40F outside. No common sense factor allowed.
Anyway, things are getting along. Our people are still leaving and the new meat is still a bit off. So everything is getting done with the same small group of people everyday. The thing is – it is getting done. You know you are low in manning though, when officers and senior NCOs have brooms and mops in their hands cleaning bathrooms. 
We had a real world mission the other day. That came as a surprise considering we are still in “reset” and our equipment is all in different places and different stages of repair. We managed to load a bird and get in the air though. The patient got to the hospital intact, and it was good PR for everyone involved, especially since we weren’t even supposed to pick up that duty again.
On the other side, we had a bit of a personal crisis. One of our daughters has had a few minor medical issues. After ruling out some simple things the doctor decided to test her for Cystic Fibrosis. This, of course, increased the worry level to the maximum for the wife and I. We took her to get the test, the most drawn out convoluted test I have ever seen, and waited. We received no calls. I know as a medical provider that generally not receiving a call is a good thing. It means the results were not significant enough for the doctor to take time to call. However, our child did have a test for a potentially life threatening condition and it would be nice to know the results.
My wife called for two days and no one called her back. The techs who did the test said the results are usually known in two hours, so that wasn’t the problem. Eventually, she got hold of the “pod” secretary and she said the doctor would call. When I got home, the doctor still had not called. So in my own way, I called and explained that our daughter might have a serious problem and that the doctor would take 5 minutes to call us and let us know the results. I explained I knew the results were ready and how would she feel if I refused to make a simple call and let her know the status of her kid. Fifteen minutes later we had our answer. The test was negative and our daughter was clear.
So our crisis ended, we settled in for the weekend, with no particular plans. That’s it. The massively mundane update.