These are RV Tips And Stories, right? Well the only story here is that yesterday, I drove my house to Ocoee, Florida, and left it in storage! Then got back into a plane or two (what…again?)..headed for Manchester NH. (These should be Airline Tips And Stories)
When full-timing as long as I have been, you have everything just where you want it, and in an RV, that is usually at an arm’s-length . The pattern of daily living is often rigidly established, even though the scenery can change overnight. So it is a sea-change, and a cultural shock, to move in with family for even a temporary stretch of time. I am habituated to the rhythms of my life, and compromise is not high on my agenda, but situations dictate change. Surgery has made the New England stay a necessity, and my daughter (et vir) has adapted to have me in-house, as opposed to my parking the RV down the hill and out of sight; a situation where I could do my usual puttering, inventing, changing and adapting with all kinds of projects….the right tool within easy reach.
An annual family-gathering has brought me to New England two weeks ahead of my pre-op appointment with the surgeon who is to do my wrist-replacement. After that date I will wait 18 days before being admitted. The post-op will occur 13 days afterwards and hopefully, if the Xrays and observation show the expected recovery….I’M OUTTA HERE! We’re talking a conservative 40 days in the unconventional world (to me) of immobility, so there are likely to be more posts to follow. No need to hold your breath.
Well, finally I have heard from the hospital about the scheduling of my surgery. It takes both hands to guide the RV down blue highways. My wrists are in tough shape, due to degenerative osteoarthritis. I have had bi-lateral knee replacements already. Now my right wrist is going TITANIUM!
I will have to be off the road for about a month and a half. I will be in the hospital one day, and two weeks later the “sawbones'” will check out their handiwork [pun intended] at the post-op session.
So, in mid-August I will be let out of my cage with a repaired wing, cleared to fly and drive.
The poor pelicans, egrets, herons and turtles of put-upon Louisiana should be so lucky.
Next week I will be flying (again) to New England, instead of motoring in the RV. I have misgivings about this move, BIG TIME!
My daughter, and her husband Roger, host an annual family get together at the homestead in New Hampshire, sometime near Fathers Day. Okay, so it turns out that I am slated for wrist surgery in July, and that means several weeks of re-hab, with NO DRIVING! Yipes, I have two vehicles.( I doubt that anyone can keep me from being behind the wheel for anywhere CLOSE to six weeks, but anyway.) I am going along with the program as devised by the NH contingent, even though I cannot see an iota of logic to it. Thirty-five years of full-timing; eschewing indoor living and practices deemed “normal”.
My car is in storage in Las Vegas. My RV will be in storage in Orlando. And I will be in storage in the north. I will not have access to my house, with everything that encompasses. I will not have the accoutrement I have lived with all these years. I won’t have my easel, my brushes or paints. I will not be able to extricate my goods now stored in New Hampshire, and with a move to the western states on tap, that is a necessity. GOOD GRIEF!