Day 2 - The First Great Adventure continues!
kc,
Walterboro, SC,
Day 2 dawns early. Not bright and early, just early. Like, 4 AM!! Why you might ask? Well, because I itch. A couple bumps here and a couple more there, but, daggum, they ITCH like CRAZY. In order not to disturb Dick, who has a full day driving ahead of him (after all, he knows the way by now, and I can snooze if I want to), I get up and move to the couch. And the bumps get bigger, itchier, and darned if there aren't more of them! By 5 am, they are all over my torso and shoulders, and they ITCH!! Along about 5:30 am, it really is intolerable. I get up, take a cool shower (yes, in the dark!), and pray for relief. At 6 am, I just can't stand it any longer and wake up dear hubby. Please help me, I beg of him. What do you want, he asks, in the lovin, but worried, manner of a man just wakened from a deep sleep. Please see what's eating me alive, I ask. His "Oh my God" says it all, and I know it's as bad as it feels.
Who knew that sitting in the grass by the side of the road would produce a reaction like THAT!!?? I guess I should have known. As many times as I've visited variousl ER's for ant bites, I just should have known. We resolve to hit the clinic, as soon as we hit Mayport, have a quick shower and breaksfast and set out down I-95 once again. We're on the road before 8 am, in an effort to travel in the cooler morning and hopefully, the other 3 tires will hold.
A few miles down the road, we decide to stop for fuel, and luckily, we found a TA (Truckstops of America) service bay. The manager there helped us find Addy's Tire, at exit 3(GA), and a quick phone call confirmed they have 4 tires, the size we want, in stock. And they're only about 8-9 miles off I-95. OK, sounds good. Too good to be true, but who knew that then.
Just before we hit exit 3, we think maybe we should check on the price of these puppies (we're expecting @ $200 each), and whether or not ole Buck (Bud, or Bubba, we really couldn't tell) had room for us to pull this 40 footer in for service. So, another quick call, and we are confirmed for service, at $125 a tire. How could that be, we wonder. Oh well, maybe he's just an old country boy and doesn't believe in gouging the public. We should have suspected something was wrong.
OK, so we go the 8-9 miles and find ole Buck. He wants us in front of the shop, and ok, we can do that. No, not easily, but we can and we do. Buck gets the tires rolled out, and Dick takes one look at 'em. Wonder why they look so little. Size is confirmed. Tread is confirmed.....WHOA. What's that???? A load rating of D??? Oh, no, that just won't do...we need a G rating. Buck tries to tell us that D will be fine, as he runs lots of trucks on it and he's never even seen a G rated tire. Sorry, Buck, D rating will hold up for about 1700 lbs per tire, and G rating will hold about 3700 lbs. We decide we've had enough adventure and spent enough time with Buck and get back on the road without making any purchase, and hopefully, having educated Buck as to the differences in tire ratings. We wouldn't want him "convincing" some other traveller to allow such configuration.
Long about 3 pm, we pull into Mayport Naval Station and register quickly. They have us on the front row, right along the river, as hoped & expected. Site 13. Figures. S'ok, we've had some bad luck, so it's bound to change. Change it did. As soon as we got set up (we've got it down to about 15-20 minutes, in good weather, with both of us working hard), we fed the dog, and set out for the clinic.....oh, yeah, I still itch like crazy, and it's about 92*, so the heat is making everything much worse.
Naturally, there's a line 3-deep waiting to register and yes, by now, I'm breathing hard, my chest is tight, and the welts are bigger, nastier, itchier, and we are both concerned that I am having a really bad allergic reaction, but we don't know to what. We finally get to the counter, announce that I seem to be having an allergic reaction, and THEIR reaction (thank GOD) is, "ok, come with me, right now." No hassle about insurance, no hassle about my gov't ID card, no nothin' but a "follow me right this way." God love 'em!!
We're ushered into a private treatment room, and EKG is hooked up, vitals and history are taken, and out comes a magnifying glass. WHEW! It's not as bad as it seemed...but it's not real promising, either. Turns out, the suspect of the moment is a batch of CHIGGERS. Have you ever had chiggers???? Lemme tell ya...it's NO picnic. Apparently, I had one ant bite (yup, typical swelling and oozing reaction to go with the itch) and about 100-150 chigger bites. Google 'em, if you want to get grossed out. Shoot me up with some solu-medrol hand me 7 days' worth of prednisone and a bottle of alchol and send me packin! Back to the camper, with Sunny ready for a walk, and dinner to fix.
Dinner done & dishes washed, dog walked, another shower, and I am ready for bed! Goodnight!!
Walterboro, SC,
Day 2 dawns early. Not bright and early, just early. Like, 4 AM!! Why you might ask? Well, because I itch. A couple bumps here and a couple more there, but, daggum, they ITCH like CRAZY. In order not to disturb Dick, who has a full day driving ahead of him (after all, he knows the way by now, and I can snooze if I want to), I get up and move to the couch. And the bumps get bigger, itchier, and darned if there aren't more of them! By 5 am, they are all over my torso and shoulders, and they ITCH!! Along about 5:30 am, it really is intolerable. I get up, take a cool shower (yes, in the dark!), and pray for relief. At 6 am, I just can't stand it any longer and wake up dear hubby. Please help me, I beg of him. What do you want, he asks, in the lovin, but worried, manner of a man just wakened from a deep sleep. Please see what's eating me alive, I ask. His "Oh my God" says it all, and I know it's as bad as it feels.
Who knew that sitting in the grass by the side of the road would produce a reaction like THAT!!?? I guess I should have known. As many times as I've visited variousl ER's for ant bites, I just should have known. We resolve to hit the clinic, as soon as we hit Mayport, have a quick shower and breaksfast and set out down I-95 once again. We're on the road before 8 am, in an effort to travel in the cooler morning and hopefully, the other 3 tires will hold.
A few miles down the road, we decide to stop for fuel, and luckily, we found a TA (Truckstops of America) service bay. The manager there helped us find Addy's Tire, at exit 3(GA), and a quick phone call confirmed they have 4 tires, the size we want, in stock. And they're only about 8-9 miles off I-95. OK, sounds good. Too good to be true, but who knew that then.
Just before we hit exit 3, we think maybe we should check on the price of these puppies (we're expecting @ $200 each), and whether or not ole Buck (Bud, or Bubba, we really couldn't tell) had room for us to pull this 40 footer in for service. So, another quick call, and we are confirmed for service, at $125 a tire. How could that be, we wonder. Oh well, maybe he's just an old country boy and doesn't believe in gouging the public. We should have suspected something was wrong.
OK, so we go the 8-9 miles and find ole Buck. He wants us in front of the shop, and ok, we can do that. No, not easily, but we can and we do. Buck gets the tires rolled out, and Dick takes one look at 'em. Wonder why they look so little. Size is confirmed. Tread is confirmed.....WHOA. What's that???? A load rating of D??? Oh, no, that just won't do...we need a G rating. Buck tries to tell us that D will be fine, as he runs lots of trucks on it and he's never even seen a G rated tire. Sorry, Buck, D rating will hold up for about 1700 lbs per tire, and G rating will hold about 3700 lbs. We decide we've had enough adventure and spent enough time with Buck and get back on the road without making any purchase, and hopefully, having educated Buck as to the differences in tire ratings. We wouldn't want him "convincing" some other traveller to allow such configuration.
Long about 3 pm, we pull into Mayport Naval Station and register quickly. They have us on the front row, right along the river, as hoped & expected. Site 13. Figures. S'ok, we've had some bad luck, so it's bound to change. Change it did. As soon as we got set up (we've got it down to about 15-20 minutes, in good weather, with both of us working hard), we fed the dog, and set out for the clinic.....oh, yeah, I still itch like crazy, and it's about 92*, so the heat is making everything much worse.
Naturally, there's a line 3-deep waiting to register and yes, by now, I'm breathing hard, my chest is tight, and the welts are bigger, nastier, itchier, and we are both concerned that I am having a really bad allergic reaction, but we don't know to what. We finally get to the counter, announce that I seem to be having an allergic reaction, and THEIR reaction (thank GOD) is, "ok, come with me, right now." No hassle about insurance, no hassle about my gov't ID card, no nothin' but a "follow me right this way." God love 'em!!
We're ushered into a private treatment room, and EKG is hooked up, vitals and history are taken, and out comes a magnifying glass. WHEW! It's not as bad as it seemed...but it's not real promising, either. Turns out, the suspect of the moment is a batch of CHIGGERS. Have you ever had chiggers???? Lemme tell ya...it's NO picnic. Apparently, I had one ant bite (yup, typical swelling and oozing reaction to go with the itch) and about 100-150 chigger bites. Google 'em, if you want to get grossed out. Shoot me up with some solu-medrol hand me 7 days' worth of prednisone and a bottle of alchol and send me packin! Back to the camper, with Sunny ready for a walk, and dinner to fix.
Dinner done & dishes washed, dog walked, another shower, and I am ready for bed! Goodnight!!
i wanna know, as does everybody else, where the pictures of your lovely chigger bites. you are suppose to be documenting this for us all after all.
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they are mostly on my ASS, I try not to show my ass in public, are you still interested?
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NO thanks. i am laffing now
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