My doctor loaded me up with six different prescriptions. "Take this one just in case this happens...take that one just in case that happens...and don't drink the water!"
I took a malaria prevention pill early this week, but don't tell my trip leader. She swears they'll make me wicked sick. But I figure it can't be worse than actually getting malaria, right? I'll take my chances. ;-)
This week was a challenge with fighting a sinus infection. I was able to get a lot of really good sleep last night though so that made me feel like a new person. Now my mind is focused on getting finished what I want/need to do before I leave...and of course on my baby girl and husband. I don't want to leave them. I'm experiencing some serious separation anxiety and I haven't even left yet. I know it will all be okay and we're all safe in God's hands, but being away from my baby girl for nine days is going to hurt.
I'm trying instead to focus on the mission and on keeping my mind and heart open to whatever God has in store.