I hate the last minute panicking. Did I pack everything? Do everything? I’ve checked my list twice. Besides my endless dictations, which I did make progress on, the only things I didn’t get to are “cut my hair” (blah. it hasn’t been even trimmed since October and it’s (not to be quoting Imus here but Brandon from the dorm years) nappy) and “cut my lawn” which is going to be completely overrun when I come back in a week.

But overall that’s not bad.

If I’m remembering everything. *gnaws on lip*

My bus to Chicago leaves downtown at 5:20 tomorrow for the airport. Everybody, please pray for a not-busy day tomorrow, so that I don’t miss it. It’s been great this week, I haven’t had any patients (and I mean that literally) for the last two days and I want that to continue. One of my colleagues is driving me to the bus station, and if we get slammed with consults and staffing those consults, it’s going to be extremely tight and stressful, and I don’t want that.

But just think… in about 48 hours (more or less with time changes and everything)… I’ll be in Ireland!

*hugs* Behave yourself while I’m gone.