Retiring Road Warrior

Some of you may have been wondering why my, ahem, post volume has been reduced. It is not because I have nothing to say. It’s because I haven’t quite had enough energy to say it. Allow me to digress… I have always enjoyed long distance driving. Even when I was flying 100,000+ miles a year for business travel, I loved to get behind the wheel and hit the open road. Seeing a land yacht (as pictured above) didn’t even cause that much grief (though I did feign calling in of air strikes). It would not be uncommon for me to log 12, 13 or 14 hours solo. In my twisted youth, I’d even gladly tackle the nearly 24 hour drive to Vegas with a friend. Age and decay have added some restrictions.

Back when I was 17 I was involved in a bit of a car wreck. Spent some time in the hospital in traction and managed to max out the culprit’s insurance in a few weeks. Fast forward nearly 30 years and that damage is still jacking with me. I’ve managed to develop neuropathy, which none of the doctors can figure out a source for. But I’ve also developed a few herniated cervical discs, osteoarthritis and facet joint pain. I didn’t even know I *had* facet joints. I had stopped taking my pain meds and discovered all the excruciating damage that I was masking. Ugh. Now I’m seeing a pain management specialist and he is treating me without opiates, which is very cool. I’m not nearly as tired all the time, my skin doesn’t itch and I am generally in a better mood. He is treating me with medial branch blocks and subsequent neurotomy. I’m being a patient patient.

The down side is that driving in the way I have all my life is officially off the table. No more wake up in Houston and go to sleep in Atlanta stints for me. I’m shuddering to think that I’ll have to drive… normally.


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