Skip to main content

Travel Time Again

Now that a date is set for my departure, it feels too real and I'm not ready to leave yet. Eight weeks from today I'll be taking off.

Not to mention the fact that when I get home I have to give birth to and start taking care of a baby. Don't get me wrong, we're thrilled about that. It's just not the way we'd originally planned on spending our summer vacation and some days we haven't fully adjusted to that yet.

Now that we have a date set, we can't procrastinate too much longer on the departure preparations. We have to decide what goes into my suitcases, what gets forwarded from here to India, what goes back into storage, and what comes with Mike later on in his suitcases.

We have to get the cat her rabies vaccination and health certificate and pray that the airlines will let her on the plane with me, because by the time Mike flies home it will probably be too warm for excess baggage pets. (She's too big for in-cabin, and she's a huge pain; I wouldn't want her in the cabin with me.)

I have to gather up my detritus of medical information, from all the different doctors and nurses I've seen here, scan and or copy it onto standard 8 1/2 x 11 paper (my papers from the local doctors are all different sizes) and forward it all to my doctor at home. And get this, she won't accept emailed PDFs! I tried to tell her that never in the history of this country has a fax successfully been sent, even though they have several fax machines and try real hard, but her office refuses to give me an email address. I'll have to find one of those online PDF-to-fax services. (But really, who doesn't email PDFs these days? Or at least make an exception every now and then? And isn't a PDF scan better quality than a printed out faxed version of a PDF scan? I'd think that you'd want the best quality you can get for things like ultrasound images.)

Like with every move, I know all this stuff will get taken care of somehow. I always get to the point where I resign myself to knowing that no matter how crazy it gets, the stuff will get packed up and sent somewhere, I have plane tickets (miraculously for this early in the process), and I have a place to live when I get to my destination. I know by now that no move is perfect so I like to aim low, in the region of not disastrous.


Anonymous said…
Oh, ((honey)).

From personal experience, let me offer you the following:

I wasn't ready for and acclimated to the idea of having a baby until my first was a toddler. And I wasn't ready for and acclimated to the idea of having a toddler until he was a pre-schooler. Etc. Each part takes us by surprise and we're not ready for it until it's over! Or at least that's how it was for me. :)

So you're having the baby - in the US?
Anonymous said…
You have a GREAT attitude!! With low expectations, you are bound to NOT be disappointed!!
Bfiles said…
goodness! Good luck to you. That's ridiculous about the PDFs. This is a US doctor? They should make an exception given your circumstances..
But I like your zen attitude!
Marc Neilson said…
Oh I know what you mean about the faxes here in Bujumbura, I once spent half a day trying to send one and then realized that it's a lost cause. Weird that the doctor will not accept PDFs.
Stephanie said…
Daring, yes the baby will be born in the U.S. The due date is the date we were originally planning to leave here, so we just adjusted the home leave by a little bit.

Delhi and BFiles, we always have infuriating moves and I can't see how my being huge and pregnant will make this one go any smoother. I have no choice but to accept it. The only thing I'm really worried about is getting the cat on the plane, but we have backup plans just in case.

And yes, it's a U.S. doctor that won't accept an email. I chose the doctor for the small-town homey feel of her practice (she's associated with the same hospital I was born in and came recommended by friends), not imagining that anyone or anyplace in the U.S. could possibly be behind Burundi in the telecommunications field.
Jill said…
The one thing I've had to resign myself to in this crazy lifestyle is that nothing is every easy... or ever works out exactly how I have planned.

Congrats on getting your tix so early! Best of luck as you transition out of Burundi and onto your new life in India!

Popular posts from this blog

The Acid Bug

My blog will now join the short list of results that pop up when you search for "nairobi fly, acid bug" on Google. Mike was hit by one over the weekend.
The Nairobi fly is a small beetle that does not bite or sting, but based on its nickname acid bug, guess what it does? The insides of the bug are toxic, and if you smack it against your skin the juices cause a burning rash. They are common throughout East and Central Africa, and it's the season for them here in Burundi. We think Mike and his friend rode through a swarm of them on their bikes over the weekend, because his friend has some burn spots, too, and the spots appeared on both of them after they returned from the ride.
We've heard of two remedies to soothe the burning, but Mike hasn't tried either yet. One is to use toothpaste, the old-school white kind, and the other is to cut a potato and rub it on the burn area. Both the toothpaste and the potato are supposed to draw out the acid. If you wash the area imm…

What Goes Through My Head When I Lock My Door

When I'm alone in our apartment, or alone with Muffin, I lock the deadbolt, day and night. Here is my thought process:

I'm walking down the hallway toward my door. I nod "Hello" in a neighborly way to a man also walking down the hall. I enter my apartment (having had my key ready since I first got into the elevator because women are conditioned from an early age not to be fumbling for their keys in an area where the distraction of doing so might make them vulnerable to an attack) and close the door. I put my hand on the deadbolt but I don't turn it right away.

What if the guy who just walked by thinks I'm locking it because I'm afraid of him? 

It's not about him specifically, though, it's about being a woman alone in an apartment building. 

So what if he's offended? 

It's none of his business if I lock my door or not, unless he was planning to enter the apartment, in which case fuck him, I did the right thing by locking the door.

I'm a nar…

Book Review: Ghostland: An American History in Haunted Places by Colin Dickey

After you've read something, please consider leaving a line or two on Goodreads and Amazon. The authors appreciate it!

Here's my review as it appears on Goodreads.

Ghostland: An American History in Haunted Places by Colin Dickey
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I really liked this book in the beginning. I grew up in an old haunted house in New England, yet I'm always a skeptic. (99% of supernatural activity ends up being the wind or a cat — and cats are creepy as hell.) I liked reading the stories behind the stories, whether they debunked the legends or gave credence to them. I’ve always been interested in history and nonfiction and ghost stories are the old “fake news.” Entertaining but you shouldn’t necessarily take them at face value. As the book went on, I found the stories themselves no less interesting but the format became tedious.

A couple of the stories really stood out to me. There are many cases of ghost stories being used to control a narrative that makes people feel sa…