In my travels Monday I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a while. He asked me if was sticking around this winter or heading south. I said my lovely wife and currently plan to stay north, but we could change our mind. It would take about half a day to pack up and head to warmer weather. I told the guy we could suddenly decided to pitch a tent on a beach somewhere.
“Oh I could never do that,” he said, “I need my comfort.”
Oh the horrors of living in a tent. Right. We have a well made roomy tent that keeps the rain out. It has an attached screened in area, perfect for a couple chairs and a small table. Our bed is a queen sized double thick air mattress. We have enough solar electric power to run a small 12 volt refrigerator, my c-pap device, phones, computers, book readers and an Internet hotspot.
Instead of shoveling snow in sub-zero temperatures we could be living in shorts and flip flops. That really doesn't sound too uncomfortable to me. I don't what his idea of camping is, but it's probably a lot different than the way we normally camp. We like our comfort too.
In other news, I spent the morning running around paying bills. I was smart enough to bring my old receipts to the hospital billing office. Turns out they tried to double bill me for two lab tests. Catching that saved me a few bucks. Hospital billing is a tangled mess, but I've been staying on top of it.
My coffee roaster died. At first I thought it was a problem with the circuit breaker, but it was the roaster itself. The thing was bought back in August and has already died. I wrote the manufacturer to see what they could do for me. They'd better do something if they don't want a one star review on Amazon. So it was back to roasting coffee pioneer style, on the woodstove in a covered cast iron skillet.
The legs continue to improve. The antibiotics are messing up my gut a bit. Yogurt helps a lot. One more week and I should be set. Most of the pain now is just a lot of itching from the healing. The open wounds have closed and more of the skin is back to normal. Progress, finally.
Things keep chugging along.
I'm glad that the leg is improving! Sounds like a nice tent for camping. I agree that your friend probably would be happier staying at home.ReplyDelete
Recovery has been a long and twisty road. I'm finally getting somewhere.Delete
If you are going to spend any time at all in a tent, spend the money on a good one.
My friend isn't into it, and that's fine. More room for those of us who are.
I didn't mind camping at all when I was younger. And if I had to do it I could. Age.....ReplyDelete
Glad to know healing is progressing. Sometimes the patient does know what's best. Blessed be - Momlady
We really don't suffer. It's not like we are pitching our tent in the snow -although that's something I did when I was young and crazy.Delete
Always nice when you drop by.
Glad to hear that your legs are improving.ReplyDelete
Hope to start exercising them by the end of the week.Delete
When I was a kid I had an old army pup tent, both halves. Spent a lot of time in it, had it set up next to the woods way up in our back yard. Even had it trenched. Even had my buddy come over and spend the night with me in it.ReplyDelete
I remember those tents. My old scout troop had a few and I even spent a weekend in one. They were about as basic as you could get. Fun times.Delete