I know this is going to sound really egotistical, but when your doing an autobiographical trip report in the first person, it's going to sound that way. If it doesn't, you're doing something wrong.
But I need to talk about me some more, especially right before we left.
I have prescriptions for blood pressure meds and painkillers for my bad foot. I wouldn't even consider going down without any of them.
Especially the painkillers.
Vicodin.
Extra strength.
More often than not, though, the vikes get used for my back. My dirty stinkin , lousy back.
The problem here on this trip, is that you can only refill prescriptions so often. A 30 day script can only be refilled after a bout 26 days. The insurance won't cover it, and the pharmacy shakes there head and gives you the "shame, shame shame" thing with their fingers.
As much as I like to drive, driving exasperates my back. I won't even consider driving down without the vikes.
Only problem is, I"m down to ten. With a week to go, and can't be refilled for at least ten days.
And my back went out.
Bending over at work to rinse off my hands at this stupid , circular sink that kind of shoots out all these little streams of water .
A German Shepherd lifting his leg could have rinsed my hands off faster.
So, I leaned over to get more little streams, and , "POP" goes the Nebo.
The next three days were spent in panic and misery, I couldn't straighten, and the "saved" pk's kept calling me. I got a few from some friends, lesser ones, and they helped. When you're not in so much pain, you ease up, untighten, and the back heals much faster. And I had to hit into my saved pile too. She was thinking of cancelling, before we would lose all deposits.
I couldn't even take off work, not with a vacation coming up. So I bared it and prayed.
It made a tremendous improvement the day before we left, and we happilly packed. I am nervous though, all I have to get down there on is 3 extra strengths, 3 regular, and 3 useless Darvocets.
And a whole ton of Ibuprofen.
Refills are not forthcoming until Monday, when we are at the Hard Rock.
I had even called down, and found out there was a Walgreen's near Universal. YES!
Friday morning:
"Steve, Steve, get up."
"Aw mom, I don't want to go to school today. I'm sick."
Normally, I'm the morning person, but this still isn't really morning yet. It's ten to 3. What I couldn't believe is that she was not only up, but showered and dressed and packing the cooler.
It was all I could do to find the bathroom.
Most loading was done the night before, but there's always something that you have to remember to forget to bring.
I wanted to leave at 3:30, but I was the slowpoke , and we didn't leave till 15 minutes later.
We sit in the car, in the dark, ok, have we got everything?
Then I remembered that I wanted to lower the water heater, and ran up to do it.
The one cat almost got out!
Ok, NOW, we're ready.
Just before we pulled out of the driveway, I took her hand and said a short prayer.
Then, we were off.
The prayer basically amounted to, "Dear Heavenly Father, please don't let me drive off the Smokies."
We have taken 9 Disney trips so far, driven 7 times. This ninth time, I thought we'd do it different.
We are about 40 miles NW of Chicago, the normal route is through Chicago, Indianapolis, louisville, Nashville, Chattanoogie, Atlanta, and and then Orlando.
This time the route is totally alien to us. From Indy, it's on to Cincy, then Lexingmelindaton, Knoxville, Ashville, N.C., Spartanburg, S.C., Columbia, Savannah, Jacksonville, St. Augustine, Daytona, then Orlando.
An Eastern route if you will.
I had been checking all the AAA guides and maps and I thought that if things went ok, we should be able to make this little town called Orangeburg, S.C. So , that was my goal the first day. It's just sw of Columbia.
Right here is my favorite part of the trip. The beginning of a new adventure. The promise of fun. The hopes and dreams of tomorrow.
Ok, I'll shut up now.
But 35 miles from the driveway, that's the best part.
I normally exit on St. Charles Rd.
For work.
Not this time, baby. It's the next exit I'm after. The tri-state SOUTH!
Driving trips with us are funny. Even though I'm the one behind the wheel, Diane is really the driver. She has the Atlas on her lap for almost the entire trip.
Once I punch in the cruise control, all I do is aim.
I'm the designated aimer.
I "fake" laughed hysterically when we passed St. Charles rd. , and was so glad that I put the "Ipass", toll transmitter in her car the night before, cuz I never thought about it this morning.
When we hit rt. 65 in Indiana, I told her to go to sleep, she reaches back and grabs her pillow and that's it.
Did you ever watch someone try to take a nap in the front seat of a car with the seatbelt on?
It's pretty entertaining.
There is more shuffling, moving around, moaning, groaning, "tsk tsking".
I checked to make sure her door was locked.
Don't want to lose the Atlas!
Down 65 we go. I"m smiling, sun's coming up, got the radio off, just thinking about what's coming up in the next two weeks. She wakes up in Indianoplace just in time to get me to take the eastern bypass that leads us to 74.
And on we go. I was really surprised at how nice this part of Indiana looked.
Rolling hills, forests, it's gorgeous! And it just kept getting better.
Nearing Cincinatti it was about time for the first fill-up, so we got off for gas just before cincy. We were about 5 miles away from the actual city but again, just gorgeous, mountainy countryside.
Huh?
Cincy?
I never knew.
Ok, the pit stop.
When we stop for gas, we each have our jobs, just like a pit crew.
She empties the ashtray, throws away any garbage that might have accumulated, goes to the bathroom, makes a small coffee for me, a hot tea for herself, and sometimes buys a paper.
I open the door and try to stand.
Straight.
If I achieve that, then I swipe my card and fill the dang thing up. Hopefully, at this point while it's filling, I'm not having to do the pee pee dance just yet.
But even the sound of the gas flowing through the hose.......
"I have your coffee, so, how you feeli,,,,"
"Fine, just fine, where's the John?"
Back in the car, I reset the tripp Odom. She calculated the mileage.
22.6
Crap. I expected at least 23.
Another crap was that my back was bothering me way more than it should have been . We aren't even half way to our first sojourn.
I took two more Ibuprofs. So far, I"m at 4 Ibu's, and two aspirin.
It's about quarter to ten when we pull out. And on we go.
Uh oh, can't sit here anymore. love you guys, see ya'll soon.
by the way, there will be pictures, I still have to get them put on disk and download them into Photobucket, that kinda junk. Yes, Melinda, my digital camera went along with when my high speed internet access and cell phone eloped.