Some of you might be wondering how I am able to drive the Baja with my Constant Companion. To tell you the truth, I was wondering how I was going to do that myself. I worried a great deal about it before the trip. The last thing I wanted was to be a burden to anyone on the caravan.

I started the trip by taking handfuls of prescription-strength Lomotil, but that created a complete shutdown, so I backed off the pills. When we arrived at our first two-night destination, it was as if my body had been holding on by sure will and determination and finally let go; I spent much of the second day in the bathroom.

While on the road our group stops about once an hour, and sooner if anyone calls for a “happy stop” on the radio. The beauty of having an RV is you just need to find a spot on the road to pull over – no searching for banos!

The wife in one of the couples on our tour was a nurse before she retired. I confided in the Wagonmaster and her about my condition, telling them I was worried that I would hold up the group due to my disease. She replied that she can drive their Class C and her husband, who has a CDL, could drive my rig. You have no idea what that meant to me! What a relief!

I juggled the methotrexate schedule a little to avoid being nauseated in the morning, which is when we drive. I give myself the injection in the evening and go to bed nauseated. I may make this a permanent change – I’d rather feel sick in bed at night than first thing in the morning.

When we are out and about, I am always armed with hand sanitizer and tissues for the public banos. So far I have been able to find a toilet when needed. Keep your fingers crossed for me that it will stay that way.