In the grand plan I had formulated leading up to today, one day between these trips seemed just fine. After all, I'm one of the most organized planners in the western hemisphere, right (look out eastern hemisphere, here I come!)? Well, organized as I was, I will admit I could have used another day.
As if the curveball of no longer having a travel partner to India wasn't enough, the gods decided to pitch one more at me. And you know, I should have expected something weird would happen before getting on a plane to places completely unknown to me. Believe it or not, I still have my wisdom teeth (and I've never had the chicken pox - I know! I'm like a 30yr old anomaly). And, well, seems that these oh-so-wise molars have decided to pop through at a rather inconvenient time. And, of course, they've decided to make a dramatic entrance with a fun little infection to add to the excitement.
So yesterday (because there wasn't enough to do in my one day in Seattle), I needed to add one more small task: Find dentist... working on a Saturday... who could see me with only a couple hours notice... all the while try not to FREAK THE F OUT.
Luckily, while my supreme organization skills couldn't help me in this situation, my impressive network of contacts could! I just so happen to have a good friend who may just be the first dentist that doesn't send me in to a Xanax-craving panic. And better yet, I could get a hold of him on a whim... through Facebook.
So, thanks to Mr. Mark Zuckerberg and that other guy we met in The Social Network last year, I was able to get a hold of said friend-dentist (now there's a hyphen I never thought I'd use), get an exam and the subsequent necessary Rx, and make a plan for - oh god, I don't even want go say it - the extraction when I get back. Yet another reason why, damn it, I can't hate Facebook as much as I really want to!
I am now sitting here in the Newark Airport (oohh, ahhh) and feeling some relief that I'm finally on my way. I think that trip to Kaua'i really helped me to remain calm throughout all of the changes and excitement over the last few days. Nothin' like a little laid-back paradise to get you in the mood to be flexible (yeah, yeah, yeah: that's what she said). During this 5-hour layover, I am getting in some excellent people watching, however not a single fanny pack sighting to report on (see this older post if you are wondering what the heck that means). I wonder if people look at me and see me as a good people-watching subject. Today, they should. I am carrying more stuff that I think I have ever carried with me on the flight. Even more perfect for their viewing entertainment: when I open my backback, out spills a large ziplock baggie with every kind of medicine (OTC and otherwise) in it. "Drug addict" is probably my label. I'm surprised I haven't had security, armed with narcotic-sniffing dogs hunt me down yet. I literally just had to make a list of all of the pills I need to take and when so that I'm not missing something in my time change haze. Coupled with the hand sanitizer, wet-ones, Emergen-C, toothbrush, toothpaste and hand lotion, I'm pretty much a walking Walgreens store right now.
Okay, only 2 more hours of this layover left. Perfect amount of time to do some work, grab some dinner, and remember to take some of my drug-addict stash of pills.
Next up: 14 hours of plane time to Delhi (I've been told to take note of the 12 hour mark for some pretty classic traveler meltdowns to happen... yes! Finally, some quality entertainment!).
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