The two hundred dollar expense for a Hepatitis and Typhoid shot seemed hardly worth it; however, I guess one never really would know. I almost wish I could see the injection working- almost like, to prove that the shots are worth the money, the doctors would stick those horrible needles all over your body, filling you up with these numbing foreign fluids and then suddenly a swarm of malaria infected mosquitos would swarm all over your body while an infected child of Hep A would bleed all over you so that I could walk out of that office feeling nothing other than peachy-keen knowing full well that "hey, I paid two hundred bucks. That crap can't touch THIS!"
Sadly enough, my doctor's visit ended with no such excitement other than a cold bottle of water and a "good luck" from the RN (rotten nurse?...not quite sure.) Afterall, I didn't go to med school.
With just over one hundred dollars left in my bank account I believe my Thailand shopping is complete. After sharing a creamy vanilla and wild berry softserve sundae with my mother and sister at the local Costco my work here is done. 400 mulitvitamins, tylenol, cold medicine, 4 packs of Crayola markers (the box says teacher approved. I felt as a teacher myself, I must get in on this marker movement and try them out so I too can say I approve of their multicolored marking capabilities.) My worry of course is rooted in the fact that I doubt 4 boxes of markers will last a year. Oh, Thailand...I pray you know of Crayola's wonderous products. Let's see.....clean socks, a family size pack of men's deodorant (..it's hot over there, and I figure men sweat more..so I figure smelling like pine and sporty blast isn't so much of a sacrifice for "stronger protection against the elements of heat!"-right guard) I bought these crazy yoga/pilates dvd's to keep me company in my dormitory. Even if I don't use them for exercise, the people are always so nice and encouraging on those videos...I might play them in the background for positive reinforcement and an occassional friendly face to repeat: "Great Job! Keep it up!"
Many bags to unpack. Two duffel bags to repack.
Giddy up.
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Sweet Miji....a Donald Miller quote just for you:
"We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting, and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it? It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.
I want to repeat one word for you: Leave.
Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn't it?
So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don't worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed."
I love you!
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