I know the universe is talking to me. And I’m listening, but I need help figuring out what it’s trying to say. These are the things that happened when we tried to take our first ever undeadlined trip in our RV Rigby this week. Yeah, it didn’t go so well. I’m writing this from my sickbed.
1. Last week, I didn’t feel good all week. Had a sore throat and a cough. But mostly just wiped out. Still managed to do all the things I had scheduled for the week, but otherwise just felt like dried snot. However, I thought I was back to my old self by Sunday, and was good to go.
2. I found all the paperwork for reservations and background material I had gathered for the scenic drives. But had the nagging feeling I was forgetting something and I just never felt all the way ready, if you know what I mean.
3. The evening before we left, I dropped my four year old iPhone and the screen shattered. Now mind you, I got my first iPhone the day they became available in June 2007. I didn’t exactly wait in line, because when I saw the line in Pioneer Place, I decided we should eat dinner and come back later. Which was just as the line was tapering down, and they still had phones! I’ve dropped my phones a bazillion times, at least. They never got even a ding in all the prior drops. Yes, I do use one of those small bumper cases on it. But this time it fell screen first on the edge of a Fiestaware plate. Believe me, you do not ever want to go up against Fiestaware. That shit is solid as the Pre-Cambrian shield. (Geography nerd joke, don’t worry if you don’t find it funny. You pretty much had to be in a Geomorphology class.)
4. We were on a tight timeline for leaving Sunday so I didn’t have enough time to make a reasoned purchasing decision or Apple Store encounter before we left, so I decided to make do by getting a clear cover to hold the glass screen pieces in place and protect my fingers from the sharp glass blade edges. Mind you, this was not even an adequate stop gap measure because the screen cover made it hard for pressure to be detected by the phone and there were psychedelic picture shows whenever I pressed down on anything. I pretty much gave up trying to type and depended on Siri for pretty much everything.
5. We went to my dear brother’s 64th birthday/retirement gathering and all was well. Afterward, we went to my mom’s to spend the night in Rigby outside her house. All of a sudden, I felt like I was going to collapse and laid down and the next thing I remember is regaining consciousness a few hours later. Felt much better but it was so weird.
6. Started coughing again that night and Ric said, are you sure we should do this, and I said, yes, the clear forest and mountain air is just what I need.
7. Had three warning dreams Sunday night. The warnings were about three really different things, none about camping, but it felt like they were all delivering the same message: Do not go about your business as you have been. Watch out and be very careful. Danger lies ahead and you don’t even know it.
8. Monday morning, all the outside electrical source power in Rigby suddenly stopped working when a circuit breaker blew in mom’s house. Nothing Ric tried restored it and the lights showed we weren’t getting anything in. Whatever that means. My cough was getting worse.
9. When we stopped to get gas, some got on Ric’s shoes, and my cough got ever worser.
10. The ride over the hills along the road and river where I grew up was wonderful and the air smelled so good. Hope was rising! But nothing from my childhood really remained. It’s become a ghost town. Well, it was never a town really. It’s a ghost zone. Businesses gone. Buildings boarded up. Structures collapsing all around. The whole place is actually for sale. It’s hard to see a future there. It felt really ominous.
11. We made it to Crater Lake early afternoon Monday and it was just as stunning as I remembered. The weather was beyond gorgeous. I sat and stared into the blue. Loved watching Ric see it for the first time. But after walking a few steps, I had to sit down and rest because I was out of breath. Must be the altitude, I thought. Been at sea level all these years, I forgot how to act at elevation.
12. Even though it was the off season, we had to wait quite a while for dinner. During dinner, my voice went missing. You could watch it happen in slow motion.
13. We had no cell phone coverage whatsoever. AT&T, have you not yet discovered areas outside cities? Wifi was expensive. A private company charges for wifi in national parks? Seriously? But never mind, because a phone with a screen so broken you can’t really touch it isn’t all that useful when you don’t have a voice to talk to Siri.
14. The more my voice went, the more my cough came. I’m sure it kept poor Ric from sleeping too. My throat started closing up and my chest was tingling all over. At 2:30 am, he sat up and said, “We need to get you home. You stay in bed. I’m driving us now.” I didn’t object. Objecting is hard when you can’t make a sound.
15. On the way home, Ric called my doctor’s office, only to learn the whole building had flooded and they were in crisis mode. He tried to get an appt at urgent care that takes Medicare, but appts were booked for two solid days. So we went to the ER. It was so busy that they were no longer accepting ambulances. Several hours later, the person who saw me asked, “Did you try to call your doctor instead of coming to ER?” and I tried to explain about the building flooding but that’s really hard to do without a voice of any kind. I tried to mime it, but she just said never mind.
15. I’m on my second day of bed rest and it, along with codeine cough syrup, is starting to help. I still can’t make sounds, but I can type. I had to write this down because someday I will forget that this many things can go wrong at once and run the risk of rinsing and repeating.
I know you’re talking to me universe, but what is it exactly that you are trying to say? Don’t ever leave home? Don’t even think of taking an actual real vacation? The end is near? You’re out to get me? I need to learn yet another hard lesson? You’re messing with my mind?
It feels like you’re being a little passive aggressive here, universe. Can you please just put it into a plain old sentence, using direct words with unambiguous meanings? I’m getting too old for this.