Saturday I returned to the road after dealing with my
sadness and grief of helping our Mom over the last year get admitted to Hospice
and then onto heaven in January. It is
now time for me to return to the road with Vince and once again share our
adventures.
The plan was that we would go to breakfast and a morning
movie with Elizabeth (our daughter) before heading out in the afternoon. Plans
are funny things aren’t they? On Friday
night Vince asked me to look in his left eye to see if something was in. It had been bothering him since he had been
on the lot where we keep the truck when he is home. He felt there might be something in it. I looked and saw what I thought was something
near his iris but wasn’t sure. We got
drops for it and they seemed to help but by the next morning his eye was redder
than the night before. I suggested he
could call our doctor to see if he could get in to see her.
However, Vince thought it was better so we went to breakfast
and the movie. At the theater I noticed
Vince touching his eye though out the movie. When the movie ended I told him to
take us home so I could finish packing up and he needed to go to our CVS Minute
Clinic. I was expecting an argument but
didn’t get one which told me this may be serious.
As I was packing I had a feeling in the pit my stomach that
we may not be going. We only get one set of eyes and I was worried that
something very serious was going on. Also, I knew Vince would not want to
abandon his dispatch to Milwaukee
so I just kept hoping it was nothing serious. When he called from the Minute
Clinic to let us know he was being sent to Urgent Care because they couldn’t
handle foreign object in his eye, I was afraid my hopes were about to be
dashed.
Fortunately about 40 minutes later, Vince called to say it
was a scratched cornea which thankfully only requires him getting drops every
four hours for the next seven days. We
picked up his prescription while getting our grocery for the road and left for Milwaukee Saturday
evening. Between the storms in the Midwest and
Vince’s eye hurting we did not get as far as we liked, but still had plenty of
time to get there.
That night I found that settling down in bed was much easier
than it has been over the last four years since I no longer worry that the
phone will ring in the middle of the night regarding my Mom. It has been an adjustment I have greatly
welcomed even though at times I have found it to be bittersweet. But settle in I did, because I apparently
went into a deep enough sleep that I rolled over in the middle of the night so
hard that I slammed into the wall of the truck.
Talk about being stunned, it took the breath right out of me. At first I had no idea what had happened but
quickly realized I was in the truck. Had
I been home I would have found myself hitting very hard on a hard wood floor,
so needless to say I am glad I was in the truck.
Despite our trip starting out with a medical emergency, which Vince is recovering from very well and my making a painful adjust to being back in the truck. I wouldn’t trade any of it and am looking forward to sharing our travels. First up –
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