I knew it would all catch up to me

I think this is the last last-minute vacation I will ever book. I still have so much to do and thought I was going to squeak by with some very bare necessities (and yes, a lot of it is to do with my own laziness, so my anger is directed at myself, really). LBA went to a travel clinic this morning and got done what needed to be done, mostly, and has to go back for the last thing tomorrow morning (it was something they didn't happen to have in stock for her daughter). Turns out, it's a bit more involved than we thought in that they suggested an additional shot we hadn't thought about. Fine, whatever. I called a few minutes ago to make an appointment. I got one, miraculously, for tonight at 7pm, and at the same place - I would think all meds should be back in stock by then because I absolutely cannot go back for a second visit. The downside that has me in a state of anxiety? It's in a place that is not exactly close to work or home, and I take the bus. There would be no point in going home first, so I'll just stay late at work. By the time all is said and done, it will most likely be 9pm or later before I get home. You know, to do all that shit I thought I would be home by 5:30 at the latest to do.

I've actually calmed down a little bit, and again, I really only have myself to blame. I think what I will do is leave right away after work tonight and go to Chapters before the appointment. Luckily, there is one not too far from the clinic. It will give me time to browse and pick up some reading material for the trip, then have a nice little walk to the clinic. I think it should be about a twenty minute walk, but I'll have to check that out later to make sure. I had been planning on having my other stuff done tonight and tomorrow night, leaving Thursday night for browsing at a bookstore. I guess I'm just moving things around a bit, right? Dammit though, I'm kind of a planner when it comes to this sort of thing so that's why I've thrown myself into a tizzy. And again, IT'S ALL MY FAULT. Thirty-eight years old, you'd think I would have learned my lesson by now. Of course it also calmed me down a bit to realize that a lot of the running around/buying I've been doing wouldn't be repeated for another trip. LBA and I had a lovely little moment on the phone after I got my appointment - she laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of everything (she's going nuts, too) and me cursing up a storm over anything and everything. It's all to keep from crying, kids, all to keep from crying.

Anyway, even writing this has calmed me down a bit more again. It's not like I can stop time so I'm just going to have to deal with all of this shit and hope my mother understands (yet again) the state of my apartment when she comes to feed the cat. I stress so much before every trip I ever take, and that would always be just to go home to visit friends and family. This out-of-the-country thing for the first time is going to be the death of me - well, maybe not because now I'm getting shots!

Okay, gotta get my face back into my work. Thank goodness again that I don't have to go on the trip with Boss tomorrow. Plus, I get a lot more done when he's not here anyway. As long as my presentations are done by the end of tomorrow, I'm golden. One should be finished this afternoon, and the other either this aft or tomorrow some time. Then it's just advising some clients of what to do while I'm gone and explain to a coworker the same thing.

And who am I kidding? Even if I had booked this months in advance, I'd still be runnning around because I'm just that much of a procrastinator! Off I go to think of where I'll be this time next week. Aaaaaahhhhhh....