I'm feelin' good from my head to my shoes

Not counting my carry-on, I am all packed for the trip. For some reason all my anxiety about India left as I zipped up my bag. I think I've just accepted that I am going to get harassed and see poverty and other horrible things that I've never even imagined and be dirty and paranoid about what I'm eating and get swindled and possibly robbed and definitely hate it at points...and then I'll get over it. I think it's all about setting the right expectations. My expectations are currently set at Deplorable, and I'm oddly excited for that.

plunge right through that line

Pretty much every week I have one night where I have a little pouting session of missing Madison, missing everyone I love from Madison, and all in all kind of wishing I could rewind one year.

My posts are kind of depressing lately.

But in a week I'll be in India. I wonder if those posts will be more or less depressing. Haha...less than 6 weeks I'll be hanging with Williams in Malaysia and in under 7 weeks dancing with Grace in the Philippines...NOTHING depressing about that.

I can see for miles and miles and miles

Typhoid, Tetanus booster, Polio booster, Hep A booster, TB blood test...

as if my body didn't hate me enough after my tonsillectomy, the preparations for India have added "inability to lift arms above head comfortably" to my list of aches and pains. I am currently equal parts excited and terrified for this trip. Currently reading Holy Cow...so far seems to reflect my anticipation of India.

I spent the day running errands in Green Bay. It was my first day being totally out and about, where the majority of my day did not revolve around the couch, the tv, and trying to eat...until I returned home and then, yeah, that's pretty much my life. Although in reality, I have been surprisingly productive. But being productive is this huge production within itself: "Ok...I'm going to take down all the screens and wash them today...ok so I'm going to eat this and that so I will have enough energy to take the screens off the windows and wash them today...ok so I am going to rest until noon when I will get the screens and wash them...ok I just took down the screens so I am going to rest for an hour and then wash them...ok now I'm going to wash them...ok I washed the screens and now I am going to rest for the rest of the day until I go to sleep so that I can do this again tomorrow...except not with the screens." igh...if it's boring to read it's even more boring to do.

And her rhythm broke my hunger

So...I'm starving. Actually I'm a mix of starving and nauseous. The thought of eating a full regular meal is making my mouth water. Maybe a cheeseburger...onion rings...salad...cookies...vegetables...toast...whatever
Ok but right behind the mouth watering is the stomach flipping. Plus the reminder of the pain that comes with swallowing something as non-smooth as oatmeal at this point. Plus the fact that it takes me an hour to eat a half cup of food. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
At least I am off the narcotic pain meds I've been on and onto plain old extra strength tylenol. I think that will take care of at least some of the nausea. Let's hope.

Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet

Well, there are currently holes where my tonsils once were. I gotta say, I was not nervous at all for surgery. In fact, I'm not sure the whole thing could have gone any better thus far. I think it's good to be able to go into surgery laughing at how ridiculous you look, come out of it laughing (without sound) at the fact that your first thought when you woke up was "man I could go for some food...and water," and now laughing (again without sound) at how ridiculous I look with my scarf wrapped around my head to keep this icepack against my throat. Apparently the 3rd and 4th days after surgery are sometimes the worse...but as of now, I've had sore throats that are about 100 times worse than this. It really only hurts when I swallow or talk a lot. Honestly at this point I don't need the pain meds but my mom's practically forcing them on me "just in case." So...I'm alive and well. We'll see what happens in the next few days...

Heaven on earth with an onion slice

The good thing about getting my tonsils out is a feel no guilt about eating everything in sight...since I'll be eating next to nothing for 2 weeks. The doc says most adults lose 5-10lbs...

Fall Fest was fabulous. I'm exhausted

Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,

It's Fall (Down) Fest in Sister Bay this weekend. That means a sudden influx of gazillions of people in the area. It also means that I'm working 9am-11pm days, then going out where I join everyone else who has been drinking all day...After tomorrow I'm off for over a week to get my tonsils out. I guess I'll sleep then.

Early in the morning risin' to the street

Hostessing...5:00pm
"I don't know how busy we'll be tonight, but we do have a 12 top at 7:30."
Phone call...7:00pm
"Hi, I'd like to cancel a reservation for K at 7:30...party of 12. What time do you close tonight?"
"Um...what? uh...We stop seating around 8:30"
Phone call...8:00pm
"Hi, do you have room for 12?"
"um...12?! Uhhh, yes we could do that, when will you be coming in?"
"mmmm...10 Minutes?"
2 of the 12 show up...8:10pm
2 of the 12 come up to the host stand...8:15pm
"Hi, um, we'd like to cancel that party of 12. The rest of the party decided they weren't really hungry enough to eat so...thanks anyway!"

Some people just don't get it

deceit kills the light

Last night when I was driving home, a cat scurried out in the road. I slammed on my breaks, expecting the cat to disappear into the night beyond my headlights. Instead it darted around in extreme nonsensical fashion. My first thought was rabies. Then I saw another teeny tiny mammal darting around.

I almost killed a cat trying to kill a mouse. Weird.

Longer than the road that stretches out ahead

I officially have everything booked for my trip...flights, tours, etc...
I officially begin culinary school in exactly 3 months...
I officially get my tonsils out in 2 weeks minus 1 day...
I officially started freaking out an hour ago.

Some things have been perfect timing...others could not have worse timing. Like it's impossible for certain things to have happened at less convenient times. ehhhhhh. Too much to do. Looking back, it's a REALLY fantastic thing that the CIA was all full for Fall, forcing me into the winter program. eek.