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20 June 2016 @ 12:16 am
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I made the trip to San Diego and back last week to pick up our daughter from college, and it was about what I'd expected. Looooong and tiring.

I downloaded episodes of Night Vale onto HalfshellHusband's mp3 player for entertainment (I was about 30 episodes behind, somewhere in late 2014. Wow). Things were going okay until about 3 or 3 1/2 hours into the trip, when the back of my right thigh started to cramp. That happened on the solo trip coming back from San Diego last September. Augh—I don't know why that has become such a problem. I was feeling desperate, so I took a mini ice-block from the lunch bag cooler and wedged it underneath my leg. That actually helped. Not sure whether it was the digging into the cramped muscle or some kind of "gating" theory in action, but it did feel better. I swallowed aspirin and No Doz, and was still slapping myself in the face from about Bakersfield onward. It seemed like I made pretty good time, but I got to the outskirts of LA just before 3pm, and it took me two more hours to get to Forest Hill.

I do not know how people stand living in and around LA, I really don't.

I hit San Diego's rush hour too, so door-to-door the trip down was about 10 hours. The hotel was kind of iffy (overpriced, considering), and the gym was worthless. No customer-usable A/C, no fans, and the stationary bicycle was broken. I used the elliptical, and made it to 22 minutes before I was too overheated to go on. Whoopee. The office gym has one in front of a fan, so my usual workout is 55 minutes. Suckage.

It seemed like I was awake all night (except for dreams about Hillary Clinton, who was in a very cheerful tour-guide mood). I packed up the next morning, got lost getting back to the freeway (diagonal streets are a menace, and the hotel was on a hairpin diagonal), and then got lost trying to find our daughter's dorm. Yayyyy! She was pretty solidly packed when I got there, though, and we got the car loaded and her room vacuumed and her goodbyes said in about 90 minutes.

The return slog... she did a lot of driving, thank goodness, including the mysteriously slow trip back through LA. I drove enough that I eventually crushed that ice-block thingy until it started to leak, which I knew was a risk. We got home around 8pm, so only a nine-hour trip coming back. Glllarghhh. I'm so glad that's over.

I was kind of a zombie last weekend, and we'd gotten some bad news about HSH's surgery. His cardiologist finally decided to become interested in last October's fainting episode that led to his bike accident, and so she started running tests and more tests (no answers there), and now he has to delay the hip surgery while he gets tested to see if he needs a pacemaker first. Probably not, but I can understand why they're being cautious. HOWEVER... the time to do that was about six months ago. So, at the moment his hip replacement surgery has been postponed for a month, and the expiration on pain tolerance leading up to it ended about a week ago. :( :(

That's all the real news for now, though you'll be happy to know I've located some spare building blocks from the kids' baby toys, and those will be used on my next long road trip. At least they won't leak...

adoptedwriteradoptedwriter on June 20th, 2016 01:02 pm (UTC)
That's a rough ride! Very long indeed! I get sciatica on trips like that...has happened ever since having Fuzzy1.
Hope your hub's RX tests go well and that he can get the surgery ASAP. Pain sux.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 20th, 2016 06:07 pm (UTC)

I don't like the sound of that at all! Sciatica never occurred to me, but the "grabby" pain where the butt meets the thigh, and then that deepening, eventually excruciating pain... Um. Not inconsistent with that.

I think denial is the way to go for now. Yes, denial!
Murielle: Scrunchedmurielle on June 20th, 2016 11:49 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry your husband's hip surgery has been postponed. Especially because he is in such pain. I do understand that the heart is more urgent than a hip. But pain causes physical stress and stress is hard on the heart. I'll be keeping you all in my thought, and prayers if thats okay with you.

Glad your trip to get your daughter home us over and now you can tick that off your list.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 21st, 2016 06:10 am (UTC)
Thanks for the prayers and kind wishes-- they are much appreciated.

The long trip is done for now, but I'll be doing it again in September. I'm wondering how I can make the car more comfortable to drive long distances in. I didn't really notice it before, but when I'm the ONLY driver, there's a real problem. My Tercel was never like this!
cindytsuki_no_bara on June 21st, 2016 02:18 am (UTC)
i'm kinda curious about the hillary clinton dreams! was she actually a tour guide, or just had that cheerful tour guide attitude? i mean, are we talking guided tours of the capitol building or something?

poor hsh! why did the cardiologist discover a sudden interest in his heart health now? hmph, cardiologist. hmph.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 21st, 2016 06:15 am (UTC)
Hillary was offering tours of the White House during the Christmas season. Most of the decorations being shown were halfway up the wall, viewed from something like a flying platform. Um....

I would swear that, despite informing the doctor of all this when it happened in October, it wasn't until a recent checkup that she saw him and realized who that patient was, that she put it all together. Which irks me, but there's no other real explanation for dropping the ball so completely back in the fall!
passing_throughpassing_through on June 22nd, 2016 01:32 am (UTC)
That's a pretty big drive by yourself. I've driven two twelve hour days back-to-back many times but never by myself. Glad you both made it home safely.

I'm so sorry to hear about your husband's hip pain. That must be miserable and I imagine impossible to get comfortable.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2016 05:42 am (UTC)
Three hours seems like a long drive to me, but those all-day ones are really awful. If I'm the only driver, the amount of physical punishment just gets to be intolerable.

My husband's hip pain gets worse and worse over time, so his 5-6 hours of sleep a night have gone down to 3-4, and may be about "2" by the time he has the surgery. I sure with painkillers worked better for him, but they mostly just "bounce" off of him. :(