so where's the magic?

I hate this dying thing.  It's a family process and I feel honored to be able to serve my dad during this time.  But...come on already.  I just want him to get better, be better.  Darn it.  I want MAGIC.

Dad's pain meds were changed and he's a royal mess. He's spacey and flat.  His pain is 10 out of 10.  Rob talked to his doc and got some ideas how to manage it better.  We're not on hold forever for the trip, I don't think. I think it's just a meds mess.  We're packing the monster motor home in preparation for take off.  Once we get the pain problem handled, we're on the gone plan.

Sam came over this morning and I got Motor Home 101 training.  I know how to hook up the grey water and black water hose thingy (Yuk), turn on the interior power, level the thing (sort of), hook the water and power up, and was told to take WIDE turns.  Oh boy, this is going to be interesting.  I'm a wreck (no pun intended) driving in big city traffic in my car.  Where's my sign "student driver" to stick on the back?  Do you think other drivers will be nicer to me if they know I'm a newbie?  Probably not.

Look out Arizona.  I'm hitting the road soon.  In a monster motor home, no less.  I think I'll be the ninja monster motor home driver.  Flow through traffic and no one will even know I've been there.

We're all excited to get out of Dodge.