Am I just a wuss?

(Today's pictures have nothing to do with the subject of today's entry.)

The pain and throbbing began about 3:00 a.m. as the Efudex burn was blazing out of control, and I was only 9 days into a two week treatment. It was as if a blow-torch had been applied to my scalp and forehead. One thing for sure---as if there was any doubt---there is zero chance that hair will ever grow there again.

I spun in bed until daybreak, the pain barely eased by a mega-tylenol. It was all I could do not to beg Janice for one of her real pain pills. (But I did do that the next night. ZZZZZZZZ.)

Looking at the mirror in the morning was a shocker! It was so bad that the blog censors have prohibited me from uploading a bird's eye view from above. Ugly! Researching the internet, all advice pointed in one direction: Call your doctor! And so I did. The verdict: “No more Efudex. The pain will subside.”

No doubt the blog audience doesn’t give a rip about my ailments, but in this case they defined our day: A quiet one out of the sun with Tylenol every four hours. It put the final kibosh on hopes to attend a Giants’ spring training game.

Janice celebrated a birthday. Thanks to those who remembered it. You made her day. Yours truly needed a reminder, such was the penetrating agony I was enduring. I will make it up to her…...perhaps when we get to Sedona next week.

The campground is chock full with lotsa families beginning their spring break. All well behaved, but one can sense a few teenage campground romances budding. Remember when???

Janice, ever the world’s most organized person, spent time working on last minute details for next week’s Mexico caravan reunion. This is a project that she has been working on since last May, despite some interruptions of her own. No stopping that lady.

The self-prescribed merlot supplement seems to be kicking in. I may actually make it through the evening. And, in case you were wondering, the wine-in-the box is gone. Kaput. Don’t know whether I squeezed the advertised 35 glasses out of it, but it certainly served as a post-burglary palliative. Here’s to Peter Vella! And thanks to JC the generous donor.

FLASH!
Janice announced this morning that,“I’m ready to go home!”

What??

Seems as though for the third day in a row, the hot water pressure was very minimal in the shower, as in “barely a trickle.” This resulted in a cold water shower for Janice---three days in a row. Not a good way to start the day.

A long, long time ago, Janice quit tent=camping under similar circumstances, declaring that she needed to have a motel/hotel shower at least every third day.

Today’s problem is fixable, based on an internet consultation with the Winnebago owner’s forum. Just a matter of removing the innards from a pressure relief valve on the hot water heater. Then m’lady will be happy again.