CCU Staff (for lack of a better title)

Last week my dad was in the CCU (Cardiac Care Unit) unexpectedly after a heart attack. Although my dad was 79, it was a surprise. You see, dad was healthy for a 79 year old man.  He was still working, played sports (basketball and softball), and worked out in the “off season” of sports.  He had a heart attack playing basketball with people half his age (or younger) as he did on every Tuesday.

I have a new appreciation for personnel in the medical field – especially the nurses, doctors, and others that work in places such as ICU (Intensive Care Unit), CCU or other areas where they are caring for people in critical and/or traumatic cases. I can’t imagine having to interact with families in such conditions every day.  I’m sure many of the patients come in for a scheduled procedure, recover, and go home. But the odds are some have a very different outcome. I couldn’t imagine dealing with that on a regular basis. Even though you do your best, sometimes it just isn’t enough.  That has to be physically, mentally, and emotionally draining.

I want to share just a small portion of my experience and introduce you to some people.

When we were informed about my dad’s heart attack, he was in the Emergency Room so the family gathered in the hospital. We listened to the many doctors and specialists. Every doctor that treated my dad was awesome. They were patient with our questions, while doing their very best with all of the knowledge, training, and experience the possessed.  They were honest with the answers and treating dad the very best they could. I can’t brag enough about the care and compassion of the staff at the hospital.  During dad’s stay we saw the doctors once or twice a day (greatly appreciating the updates), the people we saw and interacted with the most were the people checking on him (and with us) on a regular basis.  Everyone was excellent, but we interacted with the daytime personnel the most as we did try to sleep every now and then. I’ll assume they were nurses, but I’m sure they have a title with more words in it.  They were the ones administering the medicine, monitoring his vitals, and continually pushing buttons to stop the never ending beeping on one of his multiple IVs.

There was this one person that my family bonded with for some reason. She always had a smile and gladly answered every question from every family member.  Since we weren’t all in the room at the same time, I’m sure she answered the same question multiple times.  She was always professional, but not in a stuffy way.  She explained things in a way the average non-medical person could understand. She was compassionate.  You could just tell she had a true concern for her patients and she was good at her job.  I’ll say she was even great at her job.

She was patient.  Although things were crazy, hectic, and crowded, I never saw anything other than patience and understanding from her. Even when things got emotional and stressful, she was very even keeled. I know I appreciated that – in fact, I needed that and didn’t even realize at the time how important that was at the time. I’m sure once she left the room she had moments because we all did. She also demonstrated grace.  I could tell that she honored or respected our presence by the way she interacted with us. She was friendly and caring instead of cold and clinical.  She ministered to us – probably without realizing it – although my dad was her patient.

She was there through the rollercoaster ride of my dad’s short stay in the CCU. I could tell she loved her job.  I could tell she really cared for her patients and treated everyone with respect. She tried several times to distance herself from us, in a professional way. I remember her saying once she had worked in the ICU but had to change areas because the emotional attachment to all of her patients and family was just too draining.  I totally understand but there was something about her and my entire family felt a connection to her (probably against her wishes).

The last time I saw her in the room with my dad I could tell she was trying her best to hold it together as we all were. She was there with us from the beginning to the very end. I watched her as she verified his heart was no longer beating and then looked at the clock. I’ve watched enough television to know what that meant.

I don’t know why God put her there for our family, but I’m sure glad He did.  She wasn’t even supposed to be working most of the days she was there but was covering shifts for other people.  I don’t know if God knew we needed her or if she needed us, or if we needed each other, but He knew.

We will never forget her or the other people that treated my dad. For my family I just want to say “Thank you.” What you do makes a difference even when you do everything in your medical training and knowledge and things don’t work out. I know it has to be difficult for you, too. We appreciate your honesty while being sensitive to the situation. I have a new appreciation for your struggles and can’t imagine the emotional drain of your job day after day. Not only are you treating the patient, but helping the family through difficult times.  I’m sorry if we got too attached and made your job this week or in the future more difficult. That was not our intention. But my dad was one of those people you were going to get to know because that’s who he was. You were a blessing to us and I just want you to know we will never forget you, we appreciate you and you’re in our prayers.

While this was written from one situation with one patient, I do think it should be addressed and shared with all medical professionals that deal with critical situations. Your job is demanding in many ways I probably can’t even understand and there has to be days that get you down. When you have those days, think of my family and realize the difference you make. From one family to all of you – thank you for what you do.  It matters and makes a difference regardless of the outcome.

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A not so funny trip (at the time)

Sometimes fact is stranger – and funnier – than fiction.  I had such an instance recently and I wanted to share my pain for your entertainment once again. I promise I did not embellish or add nonfactual elements to this. I lived every moment of the following.  Enjoy!

I was recently in Okinawa, Japan on a week-long work trip. While that sounds like the dream job, it really isn’t all that glamourous.  First, it is a work trip.  There is not much free time to explore or do non work-related activities other than enjoy the local cuisine. Another drawback was the weather.  I’m on an island in the South Pacific Ocean and you would assume the weather would be perfect. The first two days were nice.  Then things changed. We were under a typhoon warning so we received the associated weather – wind and rain.  This lasted until the end of the week and became an issue on my departing flight. 

Being delayed on departure normally is not a very big issue, but I had another location I needed to be on the following week for work several thousand miles away.  I had allowed was some room for flexibility, but I needed to be on-site Sunday afternoon to get ready for Monday morning. 

The morning my flight left, the winds were brisk. And by brisk I mean in the 40+ mph range. The airline website was checked many times before the 45 minute taxi ride to the airport and it stated all flights were scheduled to leave on time. Ok, let’s try this…. A taxi was called, the hotel bill settled, and off to the airport I went. I checked the radar and it did not look good. 

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Upon arriving at the airport I was trying to locate the check in area for my airlines. As I found it, something happened that I thought was a Hollywood effect.  Have you ever seen a movie where someone is looking at the list of departures and as they are looking at it, all of the departures change to delayed or cancelled?  Well, that happened to me. I thought I was dreaming or watching a movie.  I couldn’t believe I actually saw it.  My flight was delayed.  Initially that was not a big deal as I had a few hours at my next location.  Then I noticed HOW long my flight was delayed.  TEN HOURS!  I immediately called the airline to change all of my connecting flights.

After an hour on the phone, it was determined that I could either overnight in place (less than ideal) or overnight in Taiwan and  catch a flight out the next afternoon.  Either way, I was not going to make it to my destination without an additional overnight.  I decided since the typhoon was moving toward me, I would overnight in Taiwan (the opposite direction the typhoon was moving – plus new stamps in my passport – yay!).  I remained on the delayed flight and rebooked all of my remaining flights and notified my coworkers. I also decided that I would want a shower and a bed so I looked online and found a cheap backpackers hostel very close to the airport in Taiwan, and I booked it. I could at least take a shower and change clothes (I would get my luggage in Taiwan) to feel and smell better upon my arrival. 

I was at the airport two hours before my flight was scheduled to depart, then my flight was delayed 10 hours.  So nearly 12 hours later, I was ready to check in and FINALLY drop off my luggage. After waiting in a long line, it was finally my turn. After handing my passport to the airline personnel, she punched on the keyboard and looked on the computer, and punched on the computer keyboard some more.  She called over a supervisor. Finally, she said the words I didn’t want to hear: “Mr. Nunn, we cannot find a ticket for you.”

So I have waited 12 hours and my ticket disappeared?  I immediately called the airline again as I was pushed to the side and everyone else continued to check in for the flight.  We discovered that somehow my ticket to Taiwan was cancelled, but the remaining segments had been rebooked.  Yay me.  After another long wait on hold, it was determined this flight was full and there was another flight two hours later.  What’s another two hours at this point?  The ticket was rebooked, the remaining segments double checked, and finally my luggage was dropped off and off through security and passport control I went.

The flight from Okinawa to Taiwan was uneventful. I was just ready for a shower and some sleep.  As I left the plane and was walking down the hall to passport control, a thought came to me. Do I need a visa to be in China? Will I be able to clear passport control or will I be stuck in the airport?  I became apprehensive, but had no choice except to try at this point. I nervously gave the attendant my passport and with just a few simple questions, my passport was stamped and I was officially in Taiwan.  YAY!  It was time to gather my luggage, find a taxi, drive to the hostel, take a shower, and catch some sleep.  If it had only been that easy…

Luckily, the email confirming my lodging at the hostel had the address in Chinese.  Around 11 pm local time, I collected my luggage and went to the taxi line, showed the taxi driver the address, and off we went.  On the way, I felt like it was a bad Lifetime movie in the making.  We’re traveling down these dark alleys with all of the businesses closed and the metal doors rolled down. Periodically there was a door rolled up with people cooking things over fire on the sidewalk.  The taxi driver pulls up to an alley of the alley and points down the alley.  Are you serious? There is a hostel down here?  I felt like it was a mugging waiting to happen.  He must have sensed my reluctance, and pulled down the alley.  Sure enough, there was a glass front to the backpacker’s hostel. The door was locked, but a number was posted to call.  I called and they gave me the code to get inside and the gentleman on the phone said he was on the way and the taxi left.

Just a few minutes later a gentleman pulled up and came inside.  He said this location was only bunk beds and I had reserved a private room for a few dollars more.  He stated that he would take me there and it was only a few minutes away.  Against my better instincts, (and this was an adventure) I loaded my luggage and climbed into his vehicle. Once again, we went down more dark alley with random fires lighting the way.  We pulled up at a gate what looked like an office complex.  He punched in a code, we pulled in, and following him we climbed out and went inside.  This was it!  YAY! I was so ready for a shower and a few hours of sleep. 

As I was trying to pay for my room with my credit card, there were technical issues with his credit card reader.  After trying a few times it was obvious it was not going to cooperate. I had exchanged a little money to get me through the night, but did not have enough to cover the expenses of the room. The gentleman that brought me there said he could run me to the ATM so I could withdraw enough to cover the room.  While this was less than ideal, what option did I have?  So once again, away we went down dark and deserted alleys and out of nowhere appeared a brightly lit convenience store.  We went inside to the back where the ATM was located and there was a sign on it.  It was not in service.  It just so happened there was another convenience store a short distance away and away we went.  This time, the ATM was working.  I withdrew enough money to cover the room and bought a few things for breakfast the next morning. 

 We drove back to the hostel, paid for my room, and FINALLY I was able to see the accommodations for the night.  I will preface this with saying this was my first stay at a hostel.  I was pleasantly surprised!  Two beds, a small refrigerator, a patio, a bathroom with shower, cable TV (not that I could understand any of it), and it was air conditioned.  It was clean but not spotless, the doors were secure, and I’d stay there again.  I took a much needed shower and went to sleep. Check out was at 11 am and I told them I would check out then and need the provided shuttle to the airport.

After a week in Okinawa, I was almost used to the very firm mattress and this one was no exception.  It didn’t matter.  I was exhausted.  I set the alarm on my phone for 10 am and drifted off to sleep.  If I remember correctly, I woke up before my alarm and video chatted with the family.  That may have been the previous night – I can’t remember.  However, I did wake up before my alarm because this room was just on the outside of the boundary of the airport.  I could see the fence from my window and I was under the flight path for large planes taking off. 

Checking out of the hostel was uneventful as well as the short ride to the airport.  My flight didn’t leave until 5:30 pm so I had many hours at the airport – but at least it was a different airport!  I checked the departure board and followed the signs to find where I needed to check in.  I found my flight number without any warnings and thought I’d see if I could drop off my luggage. I figured it was too early, but the line wasn’t long and it was worth a try. 

I waited just a few minutes and finally it was my turn. I handed the female attendant my passport and put my luggage on the scale. She punched on the keyboard and looked on the computer, and punched on the computer keyboard some more. Finally, she said the words I didn’t want to hear: “Mr. Nunn, we cannot find a ticket for you.” This was Déjà vu of the worst kind imaginable! She asked if I had a copy of my ticket, but I was one step ahead of her and already had my phone out to call the airlines.  I pulled up my ticket and showed it to her.  She smiled and stated that I was in the line for Air China (with the same flight number) but my ticket was for China Airlines.  The China Airlines counter was at the other end of the terminal.  I apologized, collected my luggage, and embarrassingly walked toward the direction she printed.   

When I arrived at the counter of China Airlines, it was vacant.  I found a locker to store my large suitcase so I did not have to wheel it around the airport for hours. I explored, found something to eat, and bought a few small items to use up the Chinese currency I had.  Several hours before my flight my storage time was almost expired so I collected my luggage and went to the China Airlines counter.

I need to take a pause here.  I’m in China and haven’t had much sleep for the past several nights.  All the attendants I could see working the airline counter were young Chinese women wearing identical uniforms.  Everyone working really did look the same (or VERY similar) to me – I was the minority in the largest sense of the word. Pause is over.

I rolled my luggage to the counter and presented my passport. Since it was still several hours before my flight, I asked if it was too early to check my bag. The attendant smiled at me and said the following words.  “No, Mr. Nunn, I can take your luggage now.  I’m glad you are at the right counter.” If those weren’t her exact words, they are very, very, close.  WHAT? How did she know I was at the wrong counter? Was there an airport wide bulletin for a tired confused white guy? She must have seen the confused look on my face.  She smiled again and informed me she was the one that had assisted me at the other counter.  I was blown away.  

The rest of the trip was uneventful, but that is 24 hours (or so) of my life that will remain in my memory for a long time.  It is funny now, but when I was living it, I was not funny at all.  I hope you enjoyed a slice of my travel life.

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My journey to start the 26.3 mile hike

I need to address my 26.3 mile hike for the Alabama Make-A-Wish Foundation experience. There was so much going on that I really haven’t had time.  I first need to address the few days leading up to the hike.

I was on a work trip to St. Croix, US Virgin Islands.  Because of the flight time and layovers, I was scheduled to leave early Thursday morning and arriving at home late Thursday afternoon.  This would allow me time to recover from traveling, see the family, re-pack, rest, and then make my way down to the hike Friday afternoon.  Well, that was the plan….

When I got to the airport Thursday morning, it was a zoo!  The airport on St Croix is rather small and several flights were leaving around the same time.  I quickly turned in my rental car and walked over to the airline check in line. The lines were long to check in to check in and drop off your checked bag.  Once inside the airport, I had to go through Passport Control (another long line), TSA ID check (yes, another long line), and baggage and personal security screening (another very long and slow line).  I finally made it to the gate area as my flight was scheduled to begin boarding.

People were just standing around…. No one was getting on the plane.  That was interesting.  As we continued to stand and sit around, I saw the pilot on the phone at the check in desk.  That was not a good sign.  He was supposed to be on the plane getting it ready to take off.  After several minutes, he made the announcement.  We were delayed due to a mechanical issue.

Initially, that wasn’t a big deal.  I had a 3 hour layover in Miami, so I was good.  Then he continued…. The part needed to repair this issue was not on site.  They would have to fly it in from somewhere else.  It would be awhile – several hours.  I still waited somewhat patiently…  Finally they announced a part was located in Miami and would be inbound.  On the next inbound flight at 4 pm.  Crap. I quickly got on the phone with the airline.  I would not be able to make it home that day. After waking up early and getting just a few hours of sleep, I now had about 7 hours to kill in the airport.  If you have ever been to the St. Croix airport, you know there’s not much there. I informed work and family of the delay and plan B.

Once the part arrived on the next flight, our plane was repaired and test and we began boarding.  The 3 hour flight to Miami was uneventful.  Once we landed in Miami, I stood in the customer service line for several hours to print my new boarding passes, got meal vouchers, etc., then went to find my luggage for a much needed change of clothes and shower.  Once I got to baggage claim, my luggage was nowhere to be found.  I got to wait in another line only to find out my luggage was on the plane I was flying on the next day.  Yay.

I finally found the shuttle to the hotel and checked in around 10 pm.  A much needed shower was in order, but I had to put my dirty clothes back on the next day.  My flight departed at 6 am. Once again, another couple hours of sleep and back up to make it through airport security.  I boarded my flight to Miami and was happy to be on the way home.  We landed in Charlotte, and I had 20 minutes to go from E terminal to B terminal to catch my next flight.  Of course, I made it and was headed home.  I finally landed around 1030 am on Friday after leaving for the St Croix airport at 5 am the previous day.

I drove home and got to visit the family for a couple of hours before driving down Friday afternoon for the hike.  I left my large suitcase after pulling out the essentials and just packed the smaller overnight bag for the things I needed the next few days. I didn’t even have time to pack my backpack for the hike.  I just threw everything in the car and decided I would pack it once I got there. 

Around 5 pm I finally made it to the hotel and checked in.  I took my luggage and hiking stuff to the room (after initially leaving it in the parking lot). There was a scheduled dinner at 6 pm. I attended the dinner in the same clothes I left St. Croix in the previous day.  I knew once I took another shower I would be unable to stay awake much longer.  After a bit of food and visiting with fellow hikers, I headed to the room for a shower, fresh clothes, and sleep.

For the third day in a row, wake up was early.  Check in for the hike was at 4 pm.  I was up by 3 am to take another shower, eat breakfast, drink coffee, and double checking all of my gear.  I checked in, we loaded the vans, and was headed off to hike shortly after 4 am Saturday morning.


To be continued….. 

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Lessons learned during my 26.3 mile Trailblaze Challenge Hike for the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

I completed the 26.3 mile hike for the Alabama Make-A-Wish Foundation this past Saturday, May 5th, 2018. I started at approximately 5:15 am and crossed the finish line at 4:13 pm.  There were aid stations/resupply points at miles 8.49, 13.44, and 22.21.  

Shoes/socks: I had great luck with my new shoes and socks.  I hike in the Altra Lonepeak 3.5 and Darn Tough Crew Hike socks.  I ended up with one small blister on the bottom of one toe that I didn’t even realize I had until I got back to the hotel.  This included multiple water crossings (wet shoes/socks) for several miles, tough terrain, and lots of miles. That is a win to me. I may try sock liners in the future. Find the socks and shoes that work for you and put lots of miles on them.  You can’t hike if you can’t walk.

Liquids: I carried a 2 liter water bladder to make drinking easier/faster.  It performed quite well, but the one issue I have with a bladder is it’s difficult to tell how much water you are consuming. Too much? Enough? This is especially important when resupply points are far apart and it’s warm outside. I actually ran out of water at one point but luckily I was about half a mile from the next aid station.  I also carried a quart of Gatorade in my side pouch.  This proved to be a smart move.  Sometimes I was just tired of warm water and wanted something different – plus the Gatorade provided things water didn’t.

Food: I didn’t eat enough on the trail and that’s my fault. I had snacks/food with me and I did eat at the aid stations, but I found myself running out of energy between resupply points.  I didn’t have time/didn’t want to take the time to stop, take off my backpack, get food out, and eat, but planned on snacking as I went. I should have packaged/carried easy to eat things in my pockets so I could grab and go. Although there was a time limit that I was well below to complete the hike, I had a personal goal and was trying to make it.  I just barely did.  I also should have included some type of electrolyte/energy gel because I was sweating so much. I’ll plan/pack differently for my next long distance hike. Most importantly, I will force myself to snack more because I know I’ll feel better/have more energy if I do.

Misc. gear: I was happy with the performance of my hiking pants, T-Shirt, hiking poles, and all of the other gear I took.  I probably won’t change too much if anything.  I’ll post a full list of what I took in another post. I am glad I wore thin hiking pants as the trail was overgrown in parts (including poison ivy) and I was glad I had the leg protection.

Prep: Because of my work schedule, I didn’t train enough.  The distance didn’t bother me as much as the elevation.  I needed more elevation in my training hikes.  Toward the end of the hike I REALLY dreaded any hills and there were a bunch of them. I could hike flat for miles, but the elevation REALLY put a strain on my already tired body – specifically my hamstrings.

Things I would include/change next time: I’ve already addressed the nutrition issue, but I should have included a way to distract myself when the going got tough.  Music (or the right music) would have done the trick.  I will have a way to rock out on the rocks next time. I may consider hiking with others also.  I was alone most of the hike and having others around (even if their pace is a bit slower) would have helped. I would have included some wet wipes to at least clean the funk off a bit or even a dry T-Shirt. Although I did change socks three times, I was drenched in sweat the whole time and a dry shirt/underwear would have been a huge mental boost. At one point I got almost TOO hot late in the afternoon (the highs were in the low 80s).  I should have slowed down but pushed through to the next aid station where I had to spend 30 minutes cooling down in the creek.  It almost cost me completing the hike.  Next time I will slow down and cool down.  I may even take a “cooling towel” to help.

These are the major points, but there may be others.  What changes have you made/lessons learned on long hikes?

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Basic information from the 26.3 mile hike

This is the first of several posts about my experience of the Trailblaze Challenge for the Make-A-Wish foundation. There’s so much information, I will try to organize my thoughts and post in a somewhat logical fashion.

Here’s the basis informations for my Trailblaze Challenge hike:
Distance: 26.3 miles
Minimum Elevation: 884 ft
Maximum Elevation: 2002 ft
Total elevation Gain: 8598 ft
Total elevation Loss: 8252 ft
Total time elapsed: 10 hours 54 minutes
Total moving hiking (Not at aid station) 9 hours 54 minutes
Average moving speed: 2.6 mph
Water consumed: over 1 gallon
Gatorade consumed: 1.25 gallons
Pre-hike biscuits consumed: 0
Calories consumed during hike: not enough
Blisters: 1
Sock changes: 3
Times I wanted to quit: 2
Wildlife seen not including gnats: 1 (turkey)
Gnats seen: 100,000,000,000,000
Rocks seen/walked on: Do numbers go that high?

More to follow…..

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I fought the biscuit and the biscuit won…

The lyrics of the song by The Clash “I Fought the Law” were shamelessly stolen and edited for this post. Just how does a biscuit win? You may ask. I’ll get there, but to appreciate it you have to know the whole story.

I hike a lot. That’s pretty obvious from my previous posts on this blog and anyone that knows me. It’s my happy place. Most of my hiking is in Bankhead National Forest, specifically the Sipsey Wilderness. Most of my hikes are in the 10-12 mile range, so long distance hiking is new to me.

You are probably also aware I’ve been training for the Trailblaze Challenge (26.3 mile day hike) to raise awareness and money for the Alabama Make-A-Wish Foundation. In order to prepare us, the foundation has training hikes similar to the elevation and distance of the “real” hike. Since I do hike quite a bit, I have done some hikes on my own, but haven’t participated in many of the official training hikes until recently. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. of the official training hikes have been in the rain or just after a rain in the mud and slop. That’s just not fun hiking. BUT through this experience, I have found shoes and socks that work for me (18 miles in the rain without blisters), rain gear that keeps me dryish (but warm), and MY natural hiking pace among other things. I was feeling pretty confident.

This past weekend was the last training hike close to my house and it had been clear all week. I was looking forward to hiking long distance (20 mile range) in better conditions. All was well. My stuff was packed. I got up and headed to the trailhead, but stopped on the way at a gas station close to the house and picked up a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit to eat on the way. And so entered the evil that was to plague me for the next few hours….

The delicious and hot sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit was tasty as I ate it on my way to the trailhead, yet seemed a bit different from usual. I thought it was because it was hot and fresh instead of sitting in the warmer a few hours before eating. That should have been my first clue.

I arrived at the trailhead a few minutes before anyone else and I parked my car and was going to relax and eat the last bite or two of the biscuit before getting out. By this time, the evil and foul sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit had hit my stomach and started the revolt. Uh oh…

I had no time to react. I barely made it out of the car and into the grass before reenacting the famous scene from “The Exorcist.” I could swear my head was spinning around as I decorated the grass in front of my car.

I was light headed, incoherent, and barely able to move. I slowly made it back to my car and set down before the revolt in my stomach called in reinforcements. Once again, I ran for the grass (making it to the bathroom was out of the question) and felt like someone was forcing their hand down my throat and trying to pull my toenails out from the inside.

By this time, other hikers had begun to arrive and check on me. It hurt to blink or breathe and I could barely talk but managed to say “bad biscuit.” There continued to be pockets of resistance in my stomach fighting their way out for the next hour. In pain, sick, and unable to move I appeared to the casual observer to be a passed out, homeless man laid out on the curb talking unintelligibly and having the dry heaves.  It was not a pretty sight.

The hike leader verified that I had something to drink, a cell phone, and would be ok before they left for the hike. I felt like I was on an old western movie saying “Go on without me” as I laid there and died. As they walked off in the clear weather, I hugged the curb like a sick drunk hugs the toilet after a long night of celebrating. The cool concrete had the same calming effect of the porcelain (or so I’ve heard).

I was surprised the people living across the street did not call the cops on me. About an hour later I was able to get off the ground and move to the car where I slept for another hour or so. I finally made my way home about lunch. So yeah, the biscuit won that round and I don’t wish to fight again….

Here’s my version of the song:
Hiking in the rain – no sun
I fought the biscuit and it won
I needed mileage ’cause I had none
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
Up came the biscuit and it feels so bad
Guess my hike is done
The worst feeling that I ever had
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and the
Laid in the gutter like a homeless bum
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I lost my lunch and I lost my fun
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
Up came the biscuit and it feels so bad
Guess my hike is done
The worst feeling that I ever had
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it won
I fought the biscuit and it

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Almost there!

I have recommitted (saying I will pay the difference between the minimum goal and amount raised) to the Trailblaze Challenge to raise awareness and money for the Alabama Make-A-Wish Foundation.  I am currently $126 away from my goal!  I am so humbled and honored at the support people have given me up to this point.

However, I still have a small amount left to raise and I can ALWAYS go above my goal.   I still have travel/backpacking First Aid Kits to sell.  The post describing them is here:

They will cover the most basic of backcountry/travel needs and are $20 each.  All proceeds go to my fundraising effort. If you purchase two or more, I will mail them for no additional cost in the continental United States!

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