Arizona Means Medical?

We spent the last Friday of September in Memphis, packing and doing laundry as well as saying “goodbye” to many of our Nomad friends who had been at the Annual Meeting.  We had planned for 5 full driving days to Phoenix, which is about 1,500 miles away.  As we got closer, the driving days grew a little longer so that we arrived at Paula and Tom’s place in 4-1/2 days: midday on Wednesday, Oct 3.  We held up Tuesday night in Flagstaff, since Phoenix was getting drenched by the remains of Hurricane Rosa.  Tuesday was one of the rainiest days, ever, in Phoenix.  By Wednesday morning things were more normal in the valley and we had no difficulties getting into town.

It would seem like we might have a quiet time ahead of us, but Oh No.  In less than a week we were back to an ER, this time for abdominal pains.  Bob had difficulties sleeping on Monday, and it was no better on Tuesday so we went to Banner-Thunderbird to have things checked out.  They found an “inflamed appendix” and kept him overnight for pre-op and scheduled surgical removal for first thing in the morning.  He stayed overnight again on Wednesday, so Paige got some alone-time for a change.

                          

So in the last 3 years, Bob has had ER visits here due to vision, prostrate, and appendix.  Maybe we should stay away from Arizona, since we have had no medical issues elsewhere.

Election Day is still 3 weeks away, and we are looking forward to ads for RV shows and personal injury lawyers to take the place of the nasty political ones now being played.  Everyone running has a liar and traitor for their opponent, or so it seems.