Now it's time to play "New Drugs"

Just got back from the dr. I've been really gearing up for us to leave anytime so I went to the dr. to check on my meds and get that magic pill Cipro! Never travel to Nepal without it. It is the miracle cure for that nasty traveler curse. Last time my hubby (the daddy) passed out from dehydration. That was great fun.

Got myself some new meds. That valium just isn't cutting it so we are racheting up to Xanex! Instaneous relief from the heebee jeebees I've been having. Can't wait to try that. I knew that they had better drugs Renee!

Also got my ears checked and they are all clear so that means that the annoying popping and inability to hear during landing is a mechanical problem on my part that I will have to live with. Lovely. I swear I cannot hear for the time they announce we will be landing until we are in the airport collecting our bags. I should say that is with the domestic flights what put the seat belt sign on and then take 45 minutes to land. International flights put the seat belt sign and then actually land the plane. Thank you.

So I have to get Ben all set to go and make an appointment for us at the travel clinic. Plus an appointment with the pediatrician for Ben and Sarina to talk about potential problems like vomiting and the poops. My main question is when to tell Ben when he is getting a shot or more likely two shots. He asks everytime I say we are going to the dr if he will get a "stipple" because he does not want that. I have a policy of not lying to the child. Why, I"m not sure as it has not really been a policy that works well for me personally. So should I tell him the day before so he can whine about it for 24 hours. Or on the way there so I have drag him from the car or in the waiting room? What I'm confused by is why he gets so upset. When he was very young the shots didn't bother him at all but now he has developed a deep fear of them. He didn't even cry before. What is up with that! I"m sure it will be an interesting visit.

Tthen I have to make plans for the dog, the fish, the plants and our lovely leaking window. Who is going to babysit our leaking window? and I have to admit I feel very guilty about leaving poor Molly for weeks. She just has had nightmare experiences at kennels. At one kennel "Grandpa" burned her personal belongings. how did this happen you may wonder. One has to ask how he managed to set fire to her ceramic water dish! Plus her leash and blankie. The last time we went to Nepal she came home with nothing. They told me a large dog ATE her blanket! Ate a queen size blanket. How damn big was the dog. Plus he took her squeeky ball. I can't imagine the nightmare of waking up and some large dog is slowly pulling your blankie through the dividing fence and EATING it. Poor Molly. She was a mess after that stay and then we brought the interloper baby in the house. She refused to acknowelge him for months! Poor girl. I long for the kennel we used when we lived in small town in Southern Illinois. they took her home every night and let her wonder the vet office during the day. They were sad to see us come back she had become a fixture in their office. She got the newspaper in the morning and greeted all the patients. Molly loves to greet people. I've often thought she would make a good Wal-mart greeter. Well if anyone has any ides for a good place nearby let me know.

Have to go get my child now. And my new drugs. Woohoo!