Sunday, May 22, 2016

Flaming Marshmallow......Part Two

So the night before last when I went to bed I turned on the ignition to close the driver and passenger side windows and forgot to turn it off. Battery completely dead in the morning. Luckily Dave had some kind of jumper "equipment" and was able to start it up.

Then it was off to the walk-in clinic I mentioned in the last post where we sat in the parking lot for an hour until it opened. That PA took one look at me and my list of symptoms and sent me across to the ER at the small hospital across the street.

Two chest X-rays, an inhalation therapy treatment and a breathing analysis and a long talk with the Respiratory Therapist and a very calm and thoughtful ER Doctor and we were back to the campsite.....five hours. Seems my asthma complicated by the bronchitis complicated by all the little airways in my lungs being irritated so my blood oxygen is low......but none of it needed to end the trip. Yet. Just need to take all these test results back to my specialist in Milwaukee and tell him that Colorado thinks this all may be a result of my problems with reflux.

Rested and enjoyed the beautiful campsite for the remainder of the day.....and after dinner I went down to the bath house to take a shower. (This is the part where most of my friends say no way....The Hilton, a spa, a cruise or a resort. NO campground bathrooms for them. But I don't mind.....if they are clean.)

Anyway....a private shower so I put in my four quarters and enjoyed the hot water and a good shampoo. Stood under the water to use up my time. It suddenly occurred to me....what is probably the MOST important item to bring to the bath house with you. Shampoo? No...if you have a bar of soap that works. Bar of soap? No. You can always just rinse off really well and make do til the next time. Hairdryer? No.....can towel dry......oh.....that would be it.

A towel.  There I stood, squeaky clean. Dripping. No way to connect with Dave with no cell phone on me and no cell service anyway. Hmmmmmm.....what would YOU do?

What did I do? That's my secret and it goes to the grave with me.

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