|Winnipeg to Fort St. John and back to Edmonton - 2697km.|
|Heavy-haul CAT with small sleeper.|
|At the roundabout; Dawson Creek, British Columbia.|
|Open-sided hoods and three drive axles; all the rage in the oil industry transport sector.|
|The Everything Truck|
|Cab-over at the Acheson Husky, Alberta.|
____But just before the theatre staff went down the pub; they managed to fit me in. I don't know what the fuck was on the bits of paper I signed. All I know is that when I came round; they had all gone and so had the pain. The cleaners were in charge; with just a porter to push me back to the ward. I spent most of Sunday trying to escape. Getting yourself dressed and walking out is not an option. Eventually I persuaded them that me, going back to my truck in a taxi, by myself was better for them than having me in their hospital. You're supposed to have some one to look after you; that'll be a first.
____So that is the story so far. I'm back at the J with "something for pain." There is a double-manned truck coming up from Winnipeg; I should be on my way home as a passenger in this truck on Thursday; a week later than I thought.