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What a long, strange trip it’s been!
So, I caught some nasty little virus the day before I left Eugene. Too much stress, too little sleep. Resistance low… ack! So, the night before we leave, I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I just lay there staring at the clock for hours. I finally gave up and got up. By the time we left for the airport, I was a mess. The first two plane rides went pretty well, but that 16 hour trip from SanFran to Sydney just about killed me. Since my head was already stuffed with virus, my left ear didn’t pop in the second plane’s descent. Then neither ear would pop on the Sydney plane. It felt like my head was going to explode. When I landed, I couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying to me, my nose was so stuffy I couldn’t enunciate and my throat was so dry, I could barely speak. I was a mess. Because I was so overtired and drippy and runny from the cold and not sleeping, needless to say, I couldn’t sleep on the flight. What a torturous ride. It wasn’t unexpected. The last trip I made to AU was pretty nasty as well. It doesn’t help that George can sleep anywhere, anytime. So I’m left alone in my misery. Dag nabbit! If I’m going to be miserable, I demand company! It may have been better in Business Class, but the price tag was exactly twice as expensive. I absolutely refuse to pay that much for transport… until I sit in the back of the plane and try to get comfortable for a 16 hour ride. Then I’m willing to pay the extra fee… but then it’s too late.
Okay, so enough about the commute. We land and have to pick up our boxes and go through customs. Please remember that by this time, I am a zombie. I am the walking unconscious. George filled out the customs claim card on the plane for me, bless him. We go through claims and they start searching one of my boxes. They asked me if there were any wood products in there and I said there were. They picked them out and studied them with such intensity, I thought for sure someone was going to pull a hack saw out and take it apart. Apparently, I should have checked that I need to declare a wood product. George didn’t know what I packed in my boxes. I am not in the country more than 20 minutes and I already have a record on file with immigration that I lie on my declaration sheets. If it happens again, I am fined. A third time, who knows? Full cavity search? Immediate deportation? Not a very optimistic way to start my stay in AU.
George’s family picked us up and brought us home. I had a quick shower which managed to revive me for a few hours. You must understand, we landed at 9 am Saturday morning. The whole day was ahead of us. George was excited and happy and wanting to go go go. Carol was a zombie. You begin to see the conflict. We ended up going to one relative’s house to see an Auntie and Uncle that live across the country and were leaving at 3pm that day. It was actually really great because that Auntie happened to be strict vegetarian Buddhist. She made me Pho soup. It was great, but I was so sick that I couldn’t eat much and I began to nod off sitting in the chair at the table. I was taken home shortly thereafter.
I think I hit the bed at around 4:30pm. I awoke every couple of hours to urinate, blow my nose and drink another pint of water. Other than that, I didn’t get up until 5 am the next morning. And that day I took a nap and went to bed early too. I still have this darned virus. It is progressing to the final stages but it is taking twice as long as it should. Usually I can beat a cold in 3-4 days. It has been six days thus far and I’m still beleaguered.
I have much more to say, but I think it should wait. I’ve had a rather bad day and need to sit with my feelings and work out some stuff. Suffice it to say, I am here in Sydney. I am unwell, but hopefully improving. I miss my home, I miss my girls, and I miss my friends. The adventure continues.
So, I caught some nasty little virus the day before I left Eugene. Too much stress, too little sleep. Resistance low… ack! So, the night before we leave, I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I just lay there staring at the clock for hours. I finally gave up and got up. By the time we left for the airport, I was a mess. The first two plane rides went pretty well, but that 16 hour trip from SanFran to Sydney just about killed me. Since my head was already stuffed with virus, my left ear didn’t pop in the second plane’s descent. Then neither ear would pop on the Sydney plane. It felt like my head was going to explode. When I landed, I couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying to me, my nose was so stuffy I couldn’t enunciate and my throat was so dry, I could barely speak. I was a mess. Because I was so overtired and drippy and runny from the cold and not sleeping, needless to say, I couldn’t sleep on the flight. What a torturous ride. It wasn’t unexpected. The last trip I made to AU was pretty nasty as well. It doesn’t help that George can sleep anywhere, anytime. So I’m left alone in my misery. Dag nabbit! If I’m going to be miserable, I demand company! It may have been better in Business Class, but the price tag was exactly twice as expensive. I absolutely refuse to pay that much for transport… until I sit in the back of the plane and try to get comfortable for a 16 hour ride. Then I’m willing to pay the extra fee… but then it’s too late.
Okay, so enough about the commute. We land and have to pick up our boxes and go through customs. Please remember that by this time, I am a zombie. I am the walking unconscious. George filled out the customs claim card on the plane for me, bless him. We go through claims and they start searching one of my boxes. They asked me if there were any wood products in there and I said there were. They picked them out and studied them with such intensity, I thought for sure someone was going to pull a hack saw out and take it apart. Apparently, I should have checked that I need to declare a wood product. George didn’t know what I packed in my boxes. I am not in the country more than 20 minutes and I already have a record on file with immigration that I lie on my declaration sheets. If it happens again, I am fined. A third time, who knows? Full cavity search? Immediate deportation? Not a very optimistic way to start my stay in AU.
George’s family picked us up and brought us home. I had a quick shower which managed to revive me for a few hours. You must understand, we landed at 9 am Saturday morning. The whole day was ahead of us. George was excited and happy and wanting to go go go. Carol was a zombie. You begin to see the conflict. We ended up going to one relative’s house to see an Auntie and Uncle that live across the country and were leaving at 3pm that day. It was actually really great because that Auntie happened to be strict vegetarian Buddhist. She made me Pho soup. It was great, but I was so sick that I couldn’t eat much and I began to nod off sitting in the chair at the table. I was taken home shortly thereafter.
I think I hit the bed at around 4:30pm. I awoke every couple of hours to urinate, blow my nose and drink another pint of water. Other than that, I didn’t get up until 5 am the next morning. And that day I took a nap and went to bed early too. I still have this darned virus. It is progressing to the final stages but it is taking twice as long as it should. Usually I can beat a cold in 3-4 days. It has been six days thus far and I’m still beleaguered.
I have much more to say, but I think it should wait. I’ve had a rather bad day and need to sit with my feelings and work out some stuff. Suffice it to say, I am here in Sydney. I am unwell, but hopefully improving. I miss my home, I miss my girls, and I miss my friends. The adventure continues.
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I will ahve to start posting more so we can keep up. Download Yahoo messanger bay-bee....
Muchos smooches and veggie chick'n soup
Love and snuggles
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Hugs and kisses!