why I won't survive in a real SHTF situation
As y'all can see, I'm back.
Okay, so after the climbing competition, I drove down to Riverside, California to camp out with the kids. We drove down to San Diego on Monday. On the way, I realized I had forgotten to give Wolfie his meds, so I asked Amber to hand him his medication, so I wouldn't have to pull off the freeway and possibly get lost. BAD IDEA! We arrived at Sea World and as soon as we got out of the car in the parking lot Wolfie started acting strange. He was wobbling around like he was drunk, saying "I'm dizzy". Then, he took a face plant into the asphalt. At first I thought he was just goofing off. So, I go buy the tickets. He's still wobbling around and saying he is dizzy so I assume he must be car sick, so I go back to the car and give him some Dramamine. ANOTHER BIG MISTAKE. We get inside the gates of Sea World and he is falling all over the place, so I take him directly to the First Aide station. They were absolutely wonderful. Ended up calling an ambulance for him. When I went to get my car to follow the ambulance to the hospital, I asked Amber to reach in the bag and get my insurance card out of the medication pocket. That's when she realized she had given Wolfie the wrong meds. Instead of his medication, she gave him my sleeping pills. I take a half a pill, he got 2 full pills. A 16X overdose!
After him being unresponsive for 6 hours in the emergency room, they decided to admit him. Finally, the meds wore off and he woke up. WHEW! They let us go next morning and we went to Sea World.
When we got back to the camp site at 8 pm that night, I found that marmots had broken into the tent. I don't know what I was thinking, but obviously I had inadvertently left some food in the tent. It seems that Marmots have sweet tooths. They ate all of Wolfie's chocolate donuts. They ate all of the unopened marshmallows. They got into the pancake mix and had a hey day playing in it. They spread it all over the tent. All this, mixed with LOTS of marmot poop. You can imagine how much fun it was to clean this up. However, they didn't care for the onion. That, they dragged out to the road and abandoned. It obviously wasn't suitable for their new playground.
The tent was ripped at the zipper, so I had to get my needle and thread out to repair the damage. By this time it was so dark I had to park the car on the ground facing the tent so I could see where to sew. When I was done it was nearly midnight, so I got the kids in to bed. There was a tree to my left, a picnic table to my right, a fire wheel somewhere in between, and a large curb directly behind me. It was so dark that I decided not to chance trying to back out until morning when I could see where I was going.
At 6 a.m. I woke to the sound of foot steps outside my tent. I jumped out to find a park ranger putting a ticket on my car for having parked on the ground rather than the pavement. I gave him my sob story of having to fix the tent in the dark. He laughed. Then he asks why my tent has been unattended for the past 2 days. That was another story, but I still had on the hospital i.d. bracelet as proof. By this time, I was nearly in tears (and I DON'T cry), so he kindly took the ticket back and backed away slowly so as not to disturb the raging bull I had transformed into.
Luckily, things calmed down after that and there were no more major disasters on the rest of our trip.
