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Despite my typically resilient nature, on one Friday, I had to sit out of a pack march due to the pain. Despite my colleagues’ assumptions I was hungover, I knew something was amiss. A week later, after a series of skydives for my A License, I woke up feeling even worse. I reluctantly contacted my jump master to let him know I couldn’t participate in jumping—a decision that felt foreign to me.
Upon discussing my condition with my section commander, I was persuaded to visit the medical center. Initially, I dismissed my symptoms as stress or jet lag, reluctant to waste resources on a medical check-up. However, after a consultation, the doctor insisted I undergo a CAT scan. With the urging of a friend, I complied.