Dwane’s Big Adventure Part 2

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So having decided that I’m not staying in the Holiday Travel Park beyond April 2019 I needed a new plan. I looked at owner financing options for some florida properties but none even materialised into a sale. There was always a catch 22 or a sketchy detail that could get you foreclosed on. Nothing I would consider safe enough to spend my disability income on and not get screwed and have to shoot someone down the road. But there was a farm land seller/broker who everyone said to watch out for because he likes to steal the land back if you don’t pay him.. And I was like yah, that’s what banks do too. And he agreed to finance me with $2,000 down and low monthly payments on any farm land that he has. Which there where several that I liked. But I needed the down payment first. .. So I hatched an idea. Well it was more like reinvented an old one. I would close out my current lease and not renew it. Place all my belongings in a storage unit. Convert my van back into the adventure wagon it started out as. And instead of monthly bills I would leave my money in my credit union and grow it until I had the down payment and a little extra working cash. Live in my van traveling from Walmart to Walmart. Move into my acreage and continue to live in my van down by the chicken coop. I figured it would be at the most three months saving and to get by I would go on a new adventure. Call it my big fat WalMart summer. Gas the van up and go to Walmart one. Use their store for AC during the day, a shitter when needed, crash in the camper van in their parking lot. Buy just the food i needed to survive, maybe lose some weight too. And take photo’s and blog about the particular walmart. Mix in some selfies with willing associates. Take some pictures and video of their fucked up customers. And do a blog post about it like a week later. All covert and secret and shit. Thus the blog, my big fat walmart summer. And with stores so close to each other in the south especially, every morning I drive the ten or twenty miles to another store and do it again. Sort of catalog it by store number. You can do this for like 9 months straight in Florida alone without repeating a store. Won’t use much gas. Won’t cost much for food. Rig a solar unit for charger power for devices. Just let it roll until I can stop and go farm my homestead. That was the plan and was set in motion… UNTIL.

March 31st 2019 I awoke at 4AM and was having a hard time breathing. Recall all my heart conditions and feet that barely work. Well I entered full fledge Congestive Heart Failure. That is when your heart function decreases to the point that it can no longer pump enough blood through your body at a rate that clears fluid from your system. The word congestive means that the inside of your body gets filled with fluid and it takes up all the space just like when your lungs get congested or your nose. Swollen limbs and such are one thing. But when the inside of your chest cavity fills with fluid it takes up all the space your lungs need to expand and take in breaths. With limited oxygen your heart goes into failure. This is what happened to me on March 31st. I ended up in the ER to be forced fed air. I spent a week in the hospital being evaluated. They discovered that my heart pumping was less than 30% and three of my four previous bypasses where blocked. The recommended treatment is to have a heart transplant.. what the fuck man. I’m too young for this shit. In addition to that I am at a great risk of fibrillation. That is what happens when your heart flutters and they need to hit you with those paddle thingies to shock you back to life… So as of that day forward I have to wear a defibrillator vest. It is essentially a blue tooth lightning bolt strapped to me and ready to go off if needed to save my life. I have to wear this thing for the rest of my life and never take it off unless one of two conditions are met. One, that I get a heart transplant and no longer am in danger or Two, my heart function returns to a level that makes it possible to live through an internal defibrillator operation and have one implanted in my chest. The later still leaves me with a fucked up heart that needs transplant.. so there is that.. This terrible news means that for the foreseeable future my great adventure to see the world while I still can is grinding to a halt. I have to go home & give up my freedom to stay alive and near electricity to operate my gear and wait patiently on a heart transplant list that may never come in & could take years to happen. I very well may be out of time. I may never see my little homestead farm or even walk down a beach again. This might be it for me. My current plan is to drop everything and go home ASAP. Family has promised to take care of me and help me through this latest hiccup. I don’t know if I will ever sleep in another walmart parking lot ever again. Hell I could be weeks away from rotting in a nursing home someplace staring out the window remembering when I used to have some balls and was able to go about the world doing whatever the hell I wanted. .. but I can tell you this. If I do add to the plan I will surely post about it on this blog. It will be one more day on an adventure that I have to take one day at a time.

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