Fabgrandpa and I have lived in our travel trailer for thirteen years now. Back in the beginning, it was so exciting and fun. We looked forward to every trip down the road, every new campground, every new community, each new friend we made.
We thought we’d never get tired of it. And, if I hadn’t gotten sick in May, maybe we wouldn’t be tired of it now. And it’s not really that we are tired of traveling. It’s more that “I” am tired. I have been looking so forward to going “home” to Georgia ever since I came home to the RV from the hospital. Every day I have been counting down in my head how many weeks, days, hours, until I get there.
If you knew me in person, I mean really knew me well, you would know that I have always been the first person to say “let’s go”. Let’s go anywhere, I don’t care where, I have always loved to just go. So for me to be this person who just wants to go home is a different me to be. I have to get used to having less energy, to having a colostomy, to being tired and in pain most of the time. And none of those new traits fit into a “GO” lifestyle very well.
One of the first things I have planned to do when we get home is find a doctor. I need to go and get checked out, to find out if it is normal for me to still be in pain five months after the surgery I had. I am tired of being in pain, and just want to feel better. So, finding a doctor is top of the to do list.
After that, I plan to rest. A lot. Take it easy. I want to plant a vegetable garden, plant flowers and bulbs in my yard, remodel the kitchen and sewing room, put new floors in the bedrooms. But I don’t know if I have the energy or strength to do those things. Heck, I can’t even bend over to pick something up if I drop it. So, bear with me. I’m still learning to be me again.