5 Years of Pain

So a little under 5 years ago, I was taking a paddle and I had a pain in the area of my left sit bone so bad I had to stop paddling, get out of the boat, do some stretches, and continue on. The previous year had been lockdown and in spite of the fact that I only had one race that year I had been training hard and working on Strava segment CRs and virtual races. But 2021 was going to be my best year ever, and so I started out the year with a bang. Most years I had been lucky to get more than a few 10 mile plus paddles in before the Round the Mountain race, but this year I’d started out with a plan to really ramp up my mileage, and maybe take a shot at the 90 Miler the following year. So there I was, a month to go before the race season started, and I was already doing 25-30 kilometer long paddles. And feeling an annoying nagging pain. I was also doing 3-4 hour long bike rides on days I wasn’t paddling.

The pain kept increasing as the season went on, but rather than cutting back on training, I kept going. I did end up having an amazingly good season, in spite of the fact that towards the end of the season I would need to push my butt out of the seat for a few seconds to get some momentary relief, then continue on. I couldn’t wait for the end of the season, and when it finished I put my boat away and didn’t touch it until much later than I usually start the following year. And when I did, I went for an easy paddle but was in agony after 15 minutes, and spent another 30 minutes getting back to the dock because I had to keep stopping because it hurt too much. Much later in the year I discovered that with a thermarest pad placed exactly right, I could stand slightly longer paddles, but with much reduced stability so I only paddled my more stable boat on the most wave free segment of the canal.

Now the problem with the sit bone area of your body is that there’s a lot going on there. Basically near your sit bone (your Ischial Tuberosity), you’ve got a bunch of muscles anchored there, like your Performis, and your Quadralatis, as well as your Sciatic nerve, your Hamstring tendon, and there’s a Ischial Bursa there as well. So during the last 5 years I’ve had a lot of conflicting diagnoses, a lot of different therapies, and a lot of medical interventions.

As an aside, is there such a thing as being immune to cortisone shots? I’ve had a bunch of them over the years, including in my knee, in my shoulder, in my carpal tunnel, and in the last 5 years, in various nerves and tendons etc. And I’ve never gotten a smidgen of relief from any of them. The closest I’ve gotten is sometimes an hour of relief from the anesthetic they inject before the cortisone.

Anyway, after trying everything from stretching routines to spinal implants, my local pain doctor suggested I need an Ischial Bursectomy. I asked him who could do it, and he cut and pasted a Google search into an email and sent it to me. Basically no local doctor does it. And if you do the search, you find several doctors around the country whose websites say they do it, but when you contact them they say they don’t do it any more. Oh, and maybe a few doctor’s offices who think you’re saying something different – I didn’t catch on until a few of them said “we only do hip operations”. I tried saying it like “iskeal” to see if that helped with the understanding.

Eventually I found one doctor on Park Avenue in New York who, when you call to ask, the front desk says “sure, we do it” and makes an appointment, but when you fly down there at great personal expense, the doctor says that they don’t do it, but have you thought about PRP? To say I was pissed off at his clinic was an understatement. Ok, I had thought about it, but it seems pretty dubious, since all it is is that they take some blood out, centrifuge it down, and inject parts of it back into you. There’s a similar therapy going around but instead of your blood platelets, they inject sugar or something like that. I think the theory behind both of them is to stimulate an immune/inflamation reaction. But I did know that one of the doctors I’d used in Rochester does PRP, so I went back and tried that, and it was ineffectual. (Oh, and not covered by medical insurance.)

Eventually somebody on Reddit’s r/ChronicPain subreddit got in touch with me to say that they’d had an Ischial Bursectomy from a Doctor Harris in Houston and it had done them a world of good. So I got in touch with Doctor Harris’s office and after jumping through a lot of hoops I got an appointment to fly down there so he could examine me. And he agreed to do the procedure! I was so happy! Doctor Harris exudes confidence and healing.

So eight days ago, I went under the knife (or the arthroscope) and got exactly what I’d spent the last couple of years dreaming about. He gave me some photos taken through the arthroscope, showing all these fibers growing out of my bursa and preventing my sciatic nerve and my posterior femoral cutaneous (PFC) nerve from moving the way they’re supposed to be. And after photos showing the bursa gone, the fibers gone, and both nerves free of entanglements. He said that in normal conditions, that bursa is about 1mm thick, but mine was swollen up to about 6mm. He also said that while he was in there, he was moving my leg around and practically had me doing the splits to make sure there was no impingement between the bones in there, which can be a problem. No wonder orthopedic surgeons look so fit, when they have to move my fat ass around like that.

What a mess!
Nerves all clean and moving

So like I said, it’s been 8 days and of course I’ve got post-op pain. It’s really hard to judge whether the pain I’m feeling right now is the same old pain from the last 5 years, or it’s because somebody inserted a metal object and stared scraping away parts of my body. But considering that a lot of the pain I’m feeling is from different places than the old pain, I’m hopeful. I think the doctor suggested I might not know for sure how much difference it has made until 5 weeks go by, so I’m trying to be patient about this. And mostly succeeding, but not 100%.

Oh one other thing – Doctor Harris suggested I get a DEXA bone density scan because he felt my sit bone was a little soft. How shit would it be after all this to find out that the pain was actually my sit bone collapsing under the pressure of sitting on it 18 hours a day?

So where do we go from here? Well, I promised myself a new camera to celebrate this milestone. The question I’m waiting to find out is do I buy a new drone (the Avata 360 when it comes out) for filming other people’s kayak races, or do I buy an action camera (the Insta360 X5) to mount on my kayak for filming my own.

Obviously I’m hoping for a return to kayaking, but I’m thinking I’m not going to be as fanatic about it – no more 6 days of kayak work outs and a 4 hour bike ride on the off day. I believe that piling on more and more workouts didn’t really improve my speed that much any way. Plus it’d be hard to maintain a consistent workout regime when I’m trying to do more with Vicki. I think the goal now will be to get in such workouts as I can, go to races when I can, but work them in around my life instead of working my life in around the kayaking.

And what if the surgery didn’t fix the problems? Well, then life will be pretty much like it’s been for the last year – RV trips with the “rule of 3”, and videoing some kayak races. It’s not awesome, but it’s good enough to tide me over until I find the next thing to try.

The rule of three is “travel no more than 3 hours a day, get to your destination by 3pm, and spend 3 days at each campground”. We’ve kind of modified it to have a couple of 3 hour days in a row before recovering my pain levels by having a 3 day or more stay at a campground. But we’ve been thinking about longer trips, like across the country, and there’s no way we’d want to do that unless we can manage a few 5+ hour days between the major stops. Doing it 3 hours at a time would take more than a whole summer.

KC2GLRR Part 2

Wednesday night, some of our fellow Cougites (yes, I’m inventing that word, and no, I will not be taking notes) said that they were going for a hike at 7:30 am. Did you know there was a 7:30 am now? I guess I knew back when I worked, but I’m retired, and mornings are for lazily checking all my socials, doing the Wordle and Connections, and stretching out my hamstrings as well as I can. The four of us might toddle out of bed by 10 am, but only because we all need a pee.

Also, because of my chronic pain and Vicki’s sciatica, not to mention the blisteringly hot weather we had while we were there, we’re really only good for one “thing” a day. Sometimes two. And while we were there, that one thing was variously a hike to Old Man Cave, a trip into Logan to shop at the Kroeger, a hike to Ash Cave, playing corn hole (extremely badly – the spectators made us stop at 11 because otherwise the rest of the brackets wouldn’t get done by dinner). Also, Vicki signed up to provide a bunch of stuff for the pot luck dinners on Friday and Saturday night, so she spent a lot of time cooking.

The cave hikes were amazing. In many ways they reminded me of the Niagara Escarpment, especially the Bruce Peninsula, except the cliffs and undercut caves were on both sides of you. But there were differences too – these cliffs were sandstone rather than dolomite, so they didn’t have rectilinear cracks all through them, and the pattern of water erosion was different. Both “caves” were more big overhangs where the cliffs had been undercut by running water. I found Old Man Cave more interesting because the hike is through a narrower canyon and there were some very interestingly designed bridges over the river in several places. I would have loved to fly my drone though there and video some of that, but the process of getting permission to fly in an Ohio State Park was somewhat complex. Plus I probably would have had to do it at 7:30 am, whenever that is.

As I said, there were a couple of pot luck dinners in the evenings – plenty of food and really good food too. Brian make pork butt that was excellent. One morning there was a pot luck breakfast as well. I forget who was manning the grill (I told you I’m bad with names, didn’t I) but he somehow made world’s thickest pancakes without burning the outside or leaving a gloppy uncooked core.

Friday I flew my drone around to take another video of the campsite while everybody else was lined up for dinner. As I’m writing this it’s still uploading, but when it’s ready, it should be visible at:

After dinner, the evening’s entertainment was often sitting around the campfire and chatting with the other Cougites. Some nights we played a game called Left Right Center, which is completely random and mindless, but also crazily entertaining. A good thing to play when you’re drinking your favorite adult beverages.

One of the suckiest thing about chronic pain is no matter how careful you are to try and sit in a way to minimize the pain, it just sucks the energy out of you all day, so it’s mostly my fault that we didn’t stay well into the night at the campfire like so many other people did. I feel bad about that, because I loved the time we did have together.

Saturday night and Sunday morning, many of the other Cougites were packing up to leave, and by the time we had sorted out ours and the dogs bathroom activities, there was only one other Cougar left. And they left the next day. We stayed until Wednesday – it’s the first time we’ve camped for a week in our trailer, and it’s not the end because on Wednesday we packed up and headed for another campground, Mountain Top Campground in PA. We’re going to be here until next Tuesday, making a 15 day total trip. We’re trying to expand our time horizons for trips because either next year or the year after, we’d like to take a trip out of British Columbia, maybe doing the US route one way and the Canadian route the other.

Because I bet you’re dying to know, we used the pooper scooter 3 days at Top O’ The Caves, doing the grey tank 3 times and the black tank once. I know a lot of people say they don’t use the pooper scooter with the black tank, but I gave it a good and thorough flush-out afterwards, and did the grey tank afterwards, making 3 trips on the same day.

Oh, and returning from one of those trips to the dump station, I got what I assume is the southern equivalent of a bollocking – after I drove back to our site, the two “trainee camp hosts” at the entrance to our loop of the campsite came by in their golf cart, and asked me if I was all right because they saw me driving fast and assumed I was having an emergency. They sounded so geniune. Yeah, ok, I get it. I tried to pay more attention to the 5 mph speed limit after that. It’s a lot easier to do that when you’re going out to the dump station, because the pooper scooter says not to exceed that speed, but coming back empty with the scooter in the bed of your truck when your loop of the campground is almost completely empty, not so much.

Keystone Cougar 22MLS Great Lakes Regional Rally (Part 1?)

This past few days was the (see title for the whole name) KC2GLRR at Top O’ The Caves campground in Hocking Hills Ohio. We left home on Tuesday, but did it in two stages so Tuesday night we stopped in a Harvest Host for the first night. Now the thing about Harvest Hosts is that they ostensibly free, but you’re supposed to buy something they’re selling to repay them. This night we stopped at Debonné Vineyards, and we’d hoped to discharge our obligation by buying dinner there, but we got there at 5:30 and their kitchen closed at 5. So Vicki bought 3 bottles of some wine that she didn’t even like that much.

Since we couldn’t eat there, we had to head into town for dinner. The person at the front desk had given Vicki directions to the nearby small town with three restaurants they recommended. Unfortunately because they were drawing the directions upside down so that Vicki could follow along, they got one of the first turns backwards and everything else wasn’t working. Fortunately Apple Maps got us going the right direction. When we got to the restaurant, we saw the person who had given Vicki the directions, as well as a couple of other people from Debonné, and some people we’d seen in the Vineyard’s parking spot who were traveling by car even though they were fellow RVers. Also fellow fans of the YouTube channel Happily Ever Hanks.

Taking the much faster route back to our camper, we figured out where we’d turned wrong and turned our 4 mile trip to the restaurant into a 12 mile one.

So after a night of boondocking, we had an uneventful second leg (meaning I don’t remember any details). Vicki drove more than half, but I wanted to take over before we got into the difficult roads in the hills. Although we’re theoretically under-trucked for the weight of our trailer, Lopez (that’s our truck’s name because his license number starts with “LPZ”) handled it like a champ. No problems with any of the steep hills up or down, and around sharp turns and the like. I never had any reason to wish for a more powerful truck.

We pulled into our camp spot and it was just wall to wall Cougars. No, not the female kind (although there were a few of those), the particular make and model of our trailer. Like car models of my youth, they all had slight cosmetic differences because Keystone likes to mix things up, but also there was a great variety of custom mods and enhancements people have made.

Many of the people we’d met in the spring at the mini-meetup in Van Buren were there, as were some people we didn’t know yet. Unfortunately I have a terrible memory for names, and so I’m probably going to get some names wrong if I try to go into details, so I’ll be vague.

There were going to be more people from the group arriving in the next few days, but already we had almost this entire loop of the campsite for the members of the group. There were a maximum of two non-Cougar trailers in this loop, and one of those was a “camp host in training”.

The sites on this loop were not particularly well leveled. It took us a bit of maneuvering around to find a way to park the trailer that it was level-able. We had water and electricity hookups, but no sewer. Because we were planning to stay for a week here, I’d brought a brand new sewer tote, or pooper scooter, or whatever you call it. It’s a 36 gallon tank with wheels and fill and emptying ports that you can use for emptying your own grey and black water tanks. We’ve found that with a normal amount of usage – showers and dish washing and the like – we fill our 30 gallon grey tank in about 3 days. We didn’t really know how long it takes to fill the black tank, because in the past when we filled the grey tank we’d had to hitch back up, disconnect all the services, stow everything movable, and haul the trailer to the dump station, then come back to the campsite and unhitch and get settled again. And if you’re going to do all that, you’re obviously going to empty all your tanks. But with the new tote, I can empty the tanks one at a time as needed.

As a bit of an aside, it’s pretty much standard to hang the tote on the ladder on the back of the trailer. I tried that when I first got it, and realized I needed to put it up as high as possible so it didn’t block the turn signals and brake lights. Remember what I said about the site being not very level? Well it turns out it’s a lot easier to put the tote up very high on the ladder when you’re on a nice flat driveway, and considerably harder to get it off when you’re on a slope where you’re standing 3 feet lower than the ground level of the trailer. Fortunately Vicki was able to rustle up some other guys to help me. I’ve decided from now one to keep the tote in the pickup bed when it’s not in use.

After we got the trailer squared away and went around introducing or re-introducing ourselves to people, I flew my drone around the campsite to try to capture how many people are here. Unfortunately my upload bandwidth sucks, so I wasn’t able to put it on YouTube. I generated a very low-res version and put it on Facebook, but it was in a comment so I don’t think very many people saw it.

Update – new campground has wifi, so here it is in full 4K glory on YouTube:

*End Part 1*

RV Upgrades, Bathroom Fan

So the bathroom fan in the trailer has been a bit of a pain point for two reasons:

  • First, and foremost, Vicki has trouble reaching the knob that opens the cover, and the switch that turns on the fan.
  • And as a secondary consideration, the fan is tiny and doesn’t move a lot of air. Also only vents outward at one speed.

So I bought a fan that actually fills the whole housing, has a speed and direction control, and which has a remote control. Then I waited for several weeks to install it because I was looking for a weather forecast that showed two days of no rain and non-scorching temperatures. It seemed like every day was either raining or temps above 90F. So we got the weather window on Monday and Tuesday. Sure, the temps were still in the high 80s, but that’s better than 90, anyway.

I’d been told by people who’d done it that it should only take one day, but I know my limitations, and I also know how many times I’ve found in the middle of a project that I had to run out for more tools or supplies. Turns out that planning for two days was a smart decision.

I’ve watched a number of YouTube videos on how to do this, and they all said that you basically just need to “roll up the rim” (sorry, non-Canadians, you won’t understand) or peel off the existing sealant after you take the old fan out. Well, I was unable to do that – it was stuck too hard. Instead I used a sharp scraper and just sliced off the layers of sealant as best as I can. I did end up gouging into the trailer roof skin a few times, but I made sure to put extra sealant on those areas.

Cutting off as much of the sealant as I could took all of the first day. At the end of it, I was dehydrated and extremely sunburned. No idea why I forgot to put on sunscreen. It’s not like I’ve been getting regular sunburns since I was a baby.

This is not its final form. I cut a lot more sealant and butyl tape off.

As you can maybe see in the photo above, the wires come out from under the folded over roof skin. I cut those off, and I went to Home Depot and bought some WAGO connectors to wire the new fan in. Now it had power, I tested the fan with the remote and with the switches on the inside. Worked great.

I drilled new holes where the holes were in the new fan housing, because they weren’t all in exactly the same place as the old one. I put down strips of butyl tape over both the old holes and the new holes. The fan fit into the existing hole just fine, except I was disappointed to find I needed to take out the existing interior shroud and use the one that came with the new fan. I was hoping to avoid it, because I wasn’t 100% confident in how I was going to trim the new one to the contour of the roof. Turned out it was super easy, barely an inconvenience.

After I screwed the fan down onto the butyl tape strips, I put sealant all over the flange, and the edges of the flange. I used one tube of the stuff. I’ve heard other people talk about using 3 tubes of it, but I can’t see why – it seems like I used twice as much as you’d think, and it was piled up pretty high.

After that, I tidied up the roof, and went inside and marked and trimmed and installed the interior shroud. Tested the fan again, and it worked great. Then I had to put on gloves and fish out the bits of sealant that fell in the toilet when I was scraping.

Afterwards, Vicki gave it the full test. She pronounced it satisfactory. I’m very proud.

Why I can’t buy a truck from Carvana

There’s been a couple of times when I’ve gotten paranoid about the fact that my truck is slightly over some of the weight limits when I’m towing the trailer. I think I’m exceeding the GVWR of the truck, and the rear axle GAWR. I’m also close to exceeding the “maximum tow capacity”. I’ve been assured by a friend who is a professional trucker that it’s not the case that under the number you’re fine and 1 pound over and you’re going to end up in a fiery wreck. But I also started hearing a new high pitched whine from under the hood and I started worrying that the engine doesn’t like the load I’m putting on it.

By the way, as an aside, can I just say two things to vehicle manufacturers:

  • You should be required to make a manual that just applies to this vehicle, not to every possible model of every car or truck you sell, ie not including pages about options and trim packages that aren’t on this particular vehicle. It should be like an aircraft manual where if you buy an option, you get given the pages about that option to insert in the manual.
  • If important information (like the towing capacity) is given as a URL, that URL should be legally required to still be available up to 25 years after the vehicle is sold, regardless of how many times you redesign your website.

Ok, so a couple of times I’ve had a look at Carvana to look at what’s available in the 3/4 ton and 1 ton pickup truck field. But none of the listings list anything about GVWR or GAWR. Most of them will list the payload value, but none of the other stuff from the door frame sticker. How hard would it be to include pictures of the door frame sticker amongst all the other pictures they provide? They have close-ups of every little discoloration or scratch, but not this vital information for a potential cargo or tow vehicle.

Another thing that’s hard to find is whether or not they have a 7 pin adaptor plug for towing an RV. Some will explicitly come out and say that they have the 4 pin adaptor plug for towing a cargo trailer, but not the 7 pin. And I don’t think that’s entirely Carvana’s fault – if you look up my VIN on the MOPAR site, it will tell you that it has “TRAILER TOW W/4-PIN CONNECTOR WIRING” in one place, and “7 PIN WIRING HARNESS” in another, and “TRAILER BRAKE CONTROL” in another, but it doesn’t actually come out and say it has a 7 pin connector.

And I don’t see any way to request that missing information. Which means if I do end up buying a new truck, I’m going to have to actually go to a dealer and look at what they have. But right now the trade-in value of my truck is plummeting faster than I’m making payments on it, so trading up is not something that I’m likely to do soon.