9 nights in the wilderness and I survived

A couple of years before I was diagnosed, I met some buddies at a place near Twin Falls. Friend was a caretaker at a onetime resort the end of a 27 mile dirt road. Stayed in the bunkhouse and heard about it the next morning. They said I sounded like a poorly tuned chainsaw taken to a tin shed. Slept the next two nights in the back of my Xterra. Was told I affected the elk migration in 3 western states and the EPA had been making inquiries as to my whereabouts. I decided to heed the wife's advice and seek medical intervention. Haven't been invited back.