Damn, Dan, I think you're having what they call a "full plate".
First, I just checked: Scott AFB is down by St Louis, while I am up in the northeast corner on Lake Michigan. Actually, you were about 5 miles from my home as a recruit at Great Lakes, unless you went though Diego, of course. Scott's about 350 miles away, I'd estimate.
That sucks about the surgical side effects and their denial. Though I rely on them heavily, doctors generally piss me off. And it sucks that getting into the shop is hard. Life is harsh, though, and we both know that the choice is whine or suck it up. So, suck it is, eh?
I got a sticker in a pair of shoes recently that stated "Embrace the suck." I think that's military, though it is, in reality, universal. In retrospect, sounds like we've been doing a pretty damned good job at embracing that suck, eh?
And, no, I cannot for the life of me remember a bar of D2. Crap. Sorry. Still remember what I had for breakfast, though, so that's good. LOL
Hope to see you around here more, knives or not. This place was pretty close knit back when. Friends.
And I most heartily second your comment, "This is nice to reconnect." You take care of yourself, sir.