I've had some issues for several years, just been livin' around 'em as best I could. The symptoms have been chronic and at times, debilitating. Last night they became so severe she drug me out to the truck and carried me in.
After playin' around for a couple of years now with poking, prodding and simple blood tests yet never arriving at a definitive diagnoses, they finally talked me into springing for the cost of a CAT scan. The one thing they were all agreed on at this point was that the problem had to be neurological.
So... not really knowing how I was gonna pay for it, since I'm not a gay, illegal alien... and have to pay for my own medical care... I lay down on the table and they slid me into that claustrophobia inflaming machine.
The results were not good.
They'd whittled the diagnosis options down to three... all of which are considered terminal if not caught and treated early enough...
Just Freakin' Great...
From what they said the treatment for any of the three possible sources of my difficulty is both expensive and permanent. Once you go on treatment... you're on it for life.
Murphy was sitting in the ER I guess... They didn't find I suffer from one of the possibilities, not me, Nope... I've got ALL THREE!
Each of which requires a separate, individual, and continuous treatment. Great... Just what a poor boy needs...
Yep... I'm not only afflicted with Stage IV Hitch Itch, but that is complicated by an advanced case of Two Wheeler syndrome and and a Malignant Case of Boots on the Ground...
HA! GOTCHA! :)
Sheesh... Now we know why I'm tee total Nuts! When I'm sittin' on that sweet red Yamaha, splittin' the wind with a grin on my face...there's that hunger jabbin' me to be hoofin' it up a trail on that Mountain I'm leanin' the bike through the twisties on... while the third syndrome is squallin' at me to be 4000 miles away, rollin' the rig through the Yukon!
Only one of me and an achin' hunger to go in three opposite directions... talk about split personalities! :)
Not only do I need an overweight wallet to keep up with my incurable urges... I need three of me to have enough rattle brained cowboy biker to go around!
Geeze... ya see... Hitch Itch is 100% = to Splittin' the wind on a Motorcycle which is = to Shanks Mare travel through Far Country... and not one of 'em is a curable, erasable, eliminatable affliction.
It's the gospel and pure truth... it's a full time job, just bein' me! :)
... and you thought just pickin' your rig was a tough chore! I gotta pick a rig... that not only can carry my bike... but still provide convenient all weather transport to and from camp and around the mountains carryin' us to trail heads on narrow back roads... while remaining small enough to squeeze into the RV Boondocking camps we prefer without breaking the diesel budget...and still allow me to...
... Scratch all them itches in a manner that spreads me around often enough so none of my afflictions degenerates sufficient to let one of 'em run out of control!
Don't try this at home folks... unless you've got a fine supply of medication! :)
Bug Eyed Looney Tunes in Arizona Far Country ;)