I will be leaving for China on Tuesday. The thought of sitting on that airplane for that long is giving me major anxiety. It’s enough to give me major anxiety. I have a pharmacy packed that is guaranteed to bring out a DEA squad. I don’t intend to take everything, I just want to be prepared for anything that arises. In fact, it’s not JUST for me. By the time that flight is over, I will be treating everyone around me, and they will refer to me as Dr. Towers. “Here’s some cough syrup with codeine and Fenergen so you will not only stop that annoying cough sir, but you will sleep the rest of the way. Don’t worry, you can save your life story for your return trip.” “I have Ambien for your crying baby Ma’am. No, I insist.” “How about a little Immodium for that son of yours? He sures seems to be going to the potty a lot. Stomach cramps? How about some Vicodin for the little guy?”
Okay, aside from my pharmacy, I have my blankey and pillow, my knitting, my writing, my book, my Ipod with the Kelly Clarkson CD, and a book on “tape”. I will have my trail mix, my standard everything-bagel with salami and cheese (I think I can only stomach one airplane meal on that day long flight), an apple and dried fruit. I will have a change of clothes and a ballcap for when my hair has just given up for the day. Oh, and I have a bunch of anti-bacterial wipes since airplanes are veritable hotbeds of festering viruses.
My main goal now is not to get sick before I go. That accounts for why I am wearing a face mask and rubber gloves everywhere I go.
Wish me luck. I will be bringing home lots of pictures to share. IF I survive the trip.