On a year-long road trip adventure across the US,
- someone in our family of four was bound to get hurt. (Click
hereif you can’t recall or haven’t read about the first injury which occurred before even we hit the road.)
- someone else in our family could also get hurt. (Click
hereif you can’t recall or haven’t read about how the same person got hurt again.)
On a road trip across the US in a big rig,
- an accident was bound to happen. (Click
hereif you can’t recall or haven’t read about the accident in the campground in Mississippi.)
After living on the road for 5 months,
- I wasn’t surprised that someone got sick one day.
- I wasn’t surprised that someone else got sick a few days later.
- I was surprised when the furry member of our family got hurt the same week.
Let me explain. After a family meeting to decide where we wanted to go in the Sooner State, a unanimous decision was made to go to Oklahoma City. On Travel Day # 39, our family said good-bye to The Lone Star State and hello to the Sooner State. Our route from Texas to Oklahoma covered a distance of 398 miles, which was our longest travel day yet. (If you would like to check our progress of traveling across America, click here to see the map.) Travel Day # 39 was long for more reasons than just the miles traveled that day.
- Fortunately, Buddy was feeling better after fighting cold/allergies symptoms for several days.
- Unfortunately, Gary was not feeling better while fighting the same symptoms as Buddy. In fact, on Travel Day # 39 the driver in our family reported that he felt only 50%. However, the driver did not want to postpone our departure from Texas and did not feel poorly enough to have me take the driver seat (which would have been the first time) and tow our big rig to Oklahoma.
- But worst of all, every time Fannie tried to reposition herself or we hit a bump, she would yelp out in pain. Each yelp from Fannie made us jump. A long travel day was made even longer as we sat on pins and needles that day.
Let me explain. Somehow Fannie had gotten hurt. She was hesitant to bear weight on her right front leg. We wondered if she had played too hard and jumped too far down from the tiered backyard of our friend’s in Dripping Springs. We had been watching her closely and had limited her activity. However, instead of improving, Fannie had gotten worse. Her yelps on a long travel day told us that we needed a plan of action to make Fannie feel better.
On Travel Day # 39, I called my cousin, the vet, for suggestions. Our first plan of action was to keep Fannie as inactive as possible. From Fannie’s symptoms, my cousin was suspecting a muscle sprain and not a broken limb. If her discomfort or pain didn’t seem to get worse, my cousin the vet would wait and watch Fannie for another day or two.
But on the day after we arrived in Oklahoma City, I realized that we needed to activate the next plan of action since Fannie looked miserable and acted distressed. The next plan of action was to find a vet in Oklahoma City.
We did find a vet nearby and Fannie was seen that day. Since the vet wanted to run $1000 worth of tests on Fannie, I made another call to my cousin. He and I both felt that this was a muscular issue which did not warrant $1000 worth of tests.
We left the vet’s office without running all the tests. We walked away with anti-inflammatory pills and instructions to limit Fannie’s activity for a week.
I prayed that this treatment plan would get Fannie back to her active, alert self. If not, we would need another plan of action.