While I was in a doctor's appointment, Bob was at Flyboy donuts for some late breakfast yummies.
After our additional chores, we headed back to camp. Before I continue, everyone is fine and in good health. We were about 10 miles from camp when I noticed Bob was rubbing his chest. I asked about it and he tells me it hurts. And also his left upper arm. So I ask if maybe I should be driving. He declines. I check my phone for a nearby clinic. Seven miles down the road and he's doing the jaw stretching thing. I get him checked in at the Avera Medical Group McGreevy in Salem. The nurse takes him back and TWO HOURS later I'm about to march down the hall until I find him and find out what's going on. Did they take him out the back? Put him in a drug induced coma? Arg! Finally, he appears and says his EKG is normal, they took blood for testing and seems he has a muscle strain on top of his shoulder extending downward to his chest, arm and back. Whew. No drama like a medical (non-) emergency to end the day. Some long acting acetaminophen and a pain patch over night worked wonders. And that's a good thing because the next day we were driving for almost 4 hours to our next location and I have never driven the truck with the trailer.
From Bob " Carol, I have you scheduled for a trailer driving class in San Antonio, TX" OXOXOX |
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