Went back for 2nd post op, yesterday, hoping to gain some freedom. Nope. Down for the count. All restrictions remain at least until April 3. No cheating! I will be doing aquatic physical therapy twice per week for 4-6 weeks. My belief that I'm healing was reinforced--I'm doing well I was told.
I just sent the trailer off to have everything fixed/updated on it. Since I couldn't bring it to them, they came and got it. Wild Willy's has done work for me before, and they're honest people running a small business. I'd rather give my money to them than to Camping World. One advantage is that if I can't pick it up I can store it there for $35.00 per month until I can get it. At this point I'm hoping I'm doing it for myself, but it may turn out that I'm doing it to sell. Everything depends on a prognosis that is somewhere out there in my future.
I'm getting everything fixed and improving some things. They will install an electric/gas hot water heater that I can turn on from the inside. It was a pain to try to light it from the outside. Otto has a brand new one that he's going to give me a break on. Have to replace the propane assembly that I dropped in TN. They're putting a new handle lock on the door (Hoorah for Terri and Wilson and the memories of that day). I decided to get a new water pump. It has new tires. I really, really hope I can take it west, again, and look forward to camping with the group of ladies who became such good friends. It will be on the east coast but the laughter around the campfires and all the fun that takes place when we camp together is something I've missed so much.
I'll try to sell the truck and trailer as a combo. I lived very comfortably in it for six months and I loved not having to worry about mountain passes, etc. I hope, if I do have to sell it, someone will enjoy it as much as I did (though that will be almost impossible). It will be better than new with a good Reese hitch anti sway fancy something or other and an electric hitch lift which I LOVE. As one man put it, pulling this combo is like having a flea on the bumper. Wise man.