Prayers continue....
Consideration/experience: After 2 months in a Seattle hospital due to significant heart surgery (3 entries into my chest), suffering a stroke during the first surgery and contracting MRSA that almost took me out, I set out to go home.
I rode passenger, on the very comfortable leather seat, in our new Tundra.... it doesn’t ride like a truck. My bride drove and did her absolute best to help with my comfort. I was on O2, morphine, oxys, was plumbed for tube feeding at my abdomen, a PIC for antibiotics. and a wound vac tube in the open wound of my chest... that’s the short list of my issues at that point.
The drive took about 4 hours. Every mile was very painful. Every bump, every change in the road surface, every lane change, every stop and start, every acceleration and deceleration was extremely painful and miserable. We had to stop no less than 10 times as I was on diuretics and needed to use a urinal. I’m thankful that I never had to have a bowel movement... I couldn’t walk more that 10’ and it two people to help me get in and out of the truck... very slowly.
If I had to do it all over again, I think I might have preferred a van, but while prone, I wouldn’t have been able to see the road conditions and traffic, that allowed me to anticipate some of the changes which allowed me ‘some’ occasional relief. I can’t help but think that I would have weathered the trip much better had I been in a cushy motor-home.
It doesn’t take long for the morphine to wear off and the oxy’s were never enough..... sleeping through it was impossible.
Good luck...
Dan
God bless you, Gator.
All you FReepers are my heroes.
I’ve never found so much courage all in one place.