Well we hit the road. We packed up our truck camper and hitched up the boat and headed to Atlanta for a week. We have a few friends in this area and thought it would be fun to get out of Louisiana for a bit.
Working in the truck during the drive wasn’t a fun option, but I did it and we made it here. During the drive hubby’s feet and my own swelled up, which was hugely painful (sigh).
We arrived on Thursday afternoon, we dropped the camper and took the boat over to our friends house. He had kindly agreed to let us park the boat there because the RV park we are staying in said a big, fat no to parking the boat on their property. But there the problems started, his street is very narrow. His driveway also very narrow and the entrance is flanked by a mailbox on one side and a telephone pole on the other. So needless to say we couldn’t get the the boat onto his property without taking out his mailbox or damaging the boat on the telephone pole. Luckily he is good friends with his neighbor who has a circular driveway and we parked it there for the night with her permission.
Our friends made us a wonderful dinner and unfortunately that’s when my digestive problems started. You know when you feel like you have to go? Well take that feeling and times it by 100. I literally ran to the bathroom clutching my butt cheeks together for all I was worth. Thankfully we’d been there before so I knew where the bathroom was. Luckily I made it! I’ll spare you the gory details, but needless to say it wasn’t pretty. It also turned out that was the first of many trips I would make during our dinner that evening. Our friends are early to bed type folks, so dinner wasn’t long and drawn out. It’s only a 20 minute drive from our friends home to our camper, but I’m telling you, that was the longest 20 minutes of my life. Also on our way home, my mouth started watering, and everyone knows that means? Well I literally thought I was going to puke while trying not to poop my pants! I was relieved that I managed to make it back to the camper without incident. We got home, I laid down and felt instantly better. I thought the nights issues were over.
Got up the next morning and was working from the camper. Hubby went and picked up his friend and they went out on the boat to go fishing. While I was at the camper, my stomach appeared to have settled and all was right with the world. Hubby came over and picked me up because we were having dinner at our friends house again. We got there and I was snacking on the veggie plate, while our friend was smoking chicken breasts. Which turned out very yummy by the way. Halfway through dinner, my gastric distress rears its ugly head. I again start running to the bathroom frequently. A side note, our friend had recently had a kidney removed and he was recovering from surgery. He started looking very run down, the boat trip had apparently been too much. So I looked at hubby and was like “It’s time to go home” we put on our shoes and hit the door. So again it’s a 20 minute drive from hell. I didn’t think I was going to make it to the camper. Hubby says stop at the convenience store I need to get some bottled water, because our water hose port was leaking and we were using tank water, which the tank hadn’t been flushed recently so we weren’t too keen on using it to brush our teeth. Also the water heater was having issues so I hadn’t been able to take a shower. So the thought of pooping my pants and not being able to take a shower to clean up had me in a sheer panic! I am sitting in the truck nervously waiting for hubby to come out so we can go home, when my gut starts to rumble. I’m getting very nervous that my butt is going to beat my hubby out of the store. So I am happy to say that I made it home in time.
I am not sure why this trip is so far been such a disaster, but it has. I am now in day 4 of stomach issues and it’s not stopping. Hubby is busy fixing shorts in the power cords, he did get the water issue fixed so I was able to shower and poor thing wants to do something fun, but his friend isn’t feeling up to it and I can’t be too far from a restroom so…
Pray for us that we pull it together and have some fun before we pull up stakes and go home.