A friend of our was nice enough to let a few families from our church use his time share. Four families (8 adults and 13 children) caravan'ed the short trip and the fun commenced.
(By the way, the picture shows the view from our balcony. I got to see Ol' Glory waving day and night--Isn't it awesome!)
This was our second time up to this resort. The first time, a year ago, we spent every moment playing, swimming, hiking, snow fighting, and all the wonderful things you're supposed to do while you're on vacation.
This time was a little bit different.
This time, someone (or some few) was sick the entire time. We got to share the flu back and forth for the few days we were there fighting to see who was well enough and which kiddo's were well enough to go out and play or swim.
All in all, the vacation was a huge success... I kept telling myself that I'd rather be sick on vacation in Tahoe than sick at home or at work. And that's the truth!
Now I'm not a fan of doctors... at all!
As an aside, this is my second trip to a doctors office in about 5 years. My reasoning for not liking them much stems from the idea that doctors are usually wrong in their diagnosis, they usually read the charts and the computer cheat sheets that are in front of them rather than the patient, and they act as though they're better than you because they took the time to go tens of thousands of dollars in debt so they could ignore you and read a computer screen.
Quick fact, what do you call the person who finishes last in medical school?
Anyway, I needed to go to the doctor. They have things I don't have at home (like an x-ray machine).
I wanted to see how bad I screwed up my shoulder.
You see, a few hours before this picture was taken, I was having a great time playing racquetball. I was loosing. I dove for the ball, hit the wall, took a fall, and ouch! (but hey, I got the point).
The doctor was actually quite decent. She spent more time looking at me than the computer (which was nice). The x-ray technician was a fellow military veteran, so I got to shake the hand of an American patriot (which was awesome!) The initial diagnosis was a partial shoulder separation (which was wrong).
We got a call later that evening telling us that my shoulder was within normal standards and it was probably broken or fractured and that I should go back to my home doctor in a week or so to get it checked out (not going to happen).
But hey, I got this great sling that was made in USA!
I'll leave you with another picture of Lake Tahoe.