I got a beautiful email from Prof's friend this morning, describing in horrific detail what happens when you ingest even a drop of river water (let's just say ass-pee and leave it at that), then telling me not to worry because I'll probably be back in the States before it really takes hold.
I don't feel worried or stressed, but my body is telling me that I am. I had a migraine yesterday and this morning. Took a migraine pill, which caused me to move v.e.r.y. s.l.o.w.l.y. for most of the day. Then my throat started hurting. I'm sucking on a cold-eeze tablet, downing immune boosters and hoping like hell its all in my head.
Packing and leaving the house is always stressful for me. Someday I will figure out how to conquer it (pack weeks in advance? Never leave the house?) but today, I ran myself ragged doing laundry, cleaning, packing, running errands, doing more packing, realizing I've overdrawn my checking account (when am I going to learn?!)...
But, I got it done. My bags are packed. The house is clean. The passport is safely tucked away, with some snacks. Do they allow snacks on the plane anymore? Probably not, so, I'll probably have to get into it with some TSA employee. But, one day of hellish travel, and I'll be in a warm place, with a cold beer.