The traveler’s medical clinic on K street in Washington DC is a building I never hope to see again. A grown woman shouldn’t have to hold her husband’s hand to get her shots, but driving the Pan-American Highway in a camper sounds more bad-ass than I really am.
In my defense, I had epileptic seizures as a child triggered by the fear of vaccines. My mom found a pediatrician who faked my immunization records just to avoid the drama. Gary cuts me no such slack. This is step one of a two-person prophylactic medical binge – EKGs, stress tests and anything else still covered before my company insurance runs out. Including Lasik surgery for Gary. Did I mention he makes his living as a cinematographer? One microscopically wrong zap and his career would be over. I’m going to stop whining about shots now.
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale June 13th. Pre order through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.