Exactly one week before I get on the first leg of my one-way ticket to Chiang Mai and where was I? A narcotics-induced blackout, with blood oozing from where three teeth had been just a few hours before. The good news? This should just about clear up my medical records, so that I can get a work visa in Indonesia. The bad news? If you'd planned on meeting people that night, it's not going to happen.
The good news is that I'm feeling better now. I'm taking the antibiotics, but haven't even taken Ibuprofen for the pain. Also, Mom got me about half a dozen half-pint ice cream cartons, and left a smoothie and leftover Indian food in the fridge. All things considered, this was much less traumatic than I'd anticipated.
The rest of the week should be mellow-ish. I should start packing this afternoon, then head to Knoxville either this evening or tomorrow. I'll be back Sunday afternoon, to give my parents and I roughly 48 hours to scramble to ready everything for my Tuesday flight.
How do I feel about all this? Now that I'm running out of major hurdles and last minute expenses, I feel pretty good. I feel so good that I even decided to work on Saturday. That overwhelming feeling that I'm gonna get stuck in some airport where I don't speak the language and can't get a visa has mostly subsided. On the other hand, any move this drastic carries a lot of stress and apprehension. So don't be offended if I blow you off, or seem generally distracted. I'm trying not to, but I make no promises.
Don't forget to floss. If anyone has any last-minute suggestions on things to bring to either Thailand or Indonesia, let me know.
