Two weeks

To the day. This time two weeks from today, God willing, I will be somewhere over the
Atlantic ocean.

Woah.

I am so excited. I am also sick, again. I hope Irish germs find me less attractive than American germs.

Speaking of American germs, my new green card came in the mail today. Huzzah! Enclosed was a pamphlet: "Welome to America!" Thanks, America! It's been real, it's been nice, it ain't been real nice, see ya later.

No, I'm really glad to have it. It means I can re-enter the United States with a minimum of harrasment. And as the biggest part of my family lives here, that's really kind of important.

My list of things to do, find, get rid of, pack, etc, is mind boggling. I am in a bizzare time warp where time is flying and crawling all at once. Agile, that time.

I learned a new word today: epistaxis. I was diagnosed with a sinus infection, and was reading what the doctor wrote on my chart, because I'm nosy (Ha! Nosy!) and I was like: "Hey! What the heck is epistaxis?" The doc said "it just means nosebleed. If it was a dribble, or if it had stopped a few hours ago, I's just write nosebleed. But if it's a bad nosebleed we like to use a scarier word." Ha! I really like him.

I also learned a new smell: electrocauterized nose. Someday I will make you all a scratch and sniff sticker...it really has to be experienced to be believed. If you'd like to try it at home, you'll need some gauze, a cattle prod (or super-heated fire poker), a large hammer, and a nose. As the doctor swabbed anti-pain gell in my nostril and then shot lidocane or whatever in my nose, he said "in the old days, they just rubbed cocaine up here instead." I was trembling, but I put on my evilest grin and said "well, I'm an old fashioned girl!" Luckily, he laughed. And then stuck a cattle prod up my nose.

But what are a few cattle prods up the nose if in two weeks you are flying overseas for the first times, into the arms of someone you adore?