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\"Scary-To-Do-List\"<\/a>I am sitting across from my doctor. He is on the phone with an international disease hotline and looking through a catalog of diseases that you could use to club a giraffe silly. He is making lots of disconcerting sounds one hates to hear from a doctor: \u201cOh,\u201d \u201cHmmm,\u201d \u201cFakt? Really?<\/em>\u201d and \u201cOhhhh.\u201d<\/p>\n

I take this interlude to study the To Do list in my notebook and wonder if I have lost my mind. At first, Ethiopia was the perfect holiday destination. It encompassed some of my favorite aspects:<\/p>\n

1. It was adventurous.<\/p>\n

2. It was exciting.<\/p>\n

3. It was six months away.<\/p>\n

But now, Ethiopia is a week away and I have a lot of things to buy, medicines to aggregate, shots to have, advice to get, and bits to organize. There\u2019s definitely a \u201cHoly crap, I\u2019m going to sub-Saharan Africa in 7 days\u201d feel to my daily life. Everything I buy now is connected with this trip.<\/p>\n

The doctor hangs up the phone and lets out a long breath like this: \u201cwhoooooo.\u201d It turns out that on top of the three other inoculations I have gotten, I need a typhoid shot. He gives me a twenty-minute lecture on water safety, sun safety, food safety, heat safety, skin safety, and bug safety. He sends me to his nurse so he can \u201cmake a list of things I need at the pharmacy.\u201d<\/p>\n

His nurse and I are old friends at this point, and we engage in small talk as she prepares my vaccination and I strip out of my shirt. We move with the practiced air of a long-married couple getting ready for bed. She asks about my cat and then plunges a needle into me. She slips on the miniature Band-Aid and stamps my yellow inoculation passport. When it\u2019s over, the doctor hands me a list of prescriptions and other needs and sends me to the pharmacy.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee you next week for tetanus,\u201d he says as I leave.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee you. Tell Bela hello,\u201d his nurse says.<\/p>\n

At the pharmacy I say something like “Hello. I am going to Africa soon and now I need all of these medicines,” and I hand her my list. The woman in turn hands me a number and tells me to come back later so they compile everything. I step out onto the quiet Vinohrady street, very aware of the safety here in Prague. Chances are that no mosquito is going to give me malaria, no water will give me typhoid, and the sun won\u2019t burn through me like a snowcone. I get on the tram and wonder just how different my surroundings will be in a week.<\/p>\n

Up until very recently, my Ethiopian adventure has been sort of theoretical. Something that was occurring in the future at some point. To talk about it made me feel like Indiana Jones: \u201cOh, my holiday? Ethiopia. You?\u201d It also served as a delicious excuse and explanation: \u201cSorry I can\u2019t make it then, I\u2019ll be in Africa.\u201d It was a great tidbit to drop casually into a conversation, \u201cI\u2019ll be in Africa then.\u201d<\/p>\n

But I am leaving for this theoretical trip in seven days. And all of the things I have to take care of and organize, all of the worries and risks I have to address, and each item I buy are a reminder of this. In the parlance of those much hipper, much younger, and much cooler than me: shit is getting real.<\/p>\n

It gets very real today. After work I meet PJ. We have a beer and a fried chicken steak to settle my nerves before I go pick up my laundry list of medicines, gear, and ointments. We go to a camping shop and I buy a mosquito net. It hangs from the ceiling. I am now a guy who owns a mosquito net, which has got to put me on some kind of a weird mailing list.<\/p>\n

The woman at the pharmacy nods gravely and gets my bag. There are malaria pills so expensive I\u2019m bringing them in my carryon luggage. There is prescription diarrhea medicine, just in case, in the doctor\u2019s words \u201cit gets dangerously bad.\u201d There is also allergy medicine, just in case I might be allergic to some aspect of Ethiopian cuisine (which I have never once tried). My bag also consists of creams for sun rashes and bug repellent.<\/p>\n

PJ makes his way home and I rationalize that since I now have dropped a load of money today, a little more of that will go to numbing my twanging anxiety box with Irish whiskey. Besides, I have saved a few articles on Ethiopian etiquette to Pocket that I\u2019ll read over a drink.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t get me wrong, the nerves and anxiety I am feeling now are a good thing. If you don\u2019t feel nervous before an adventure, then what\u2019s the point in going on it, after all? It\u2019s just that things get very real for me when I start ticking items off of my holiday to do list. There are many things still on it, but they can wait for tomorrow. Now, it\u2019s a time for a conversation and a drink.<\/p>\n

I tell my bartender about my medical expenditures for the day. Unfortunately, I have stumbled across the only bartender in Prague who has a backlog of \u201cmalaria gone wrong\u201d stories. He follows this up with advice on how to apply bug repellent correctly. Apparently, it’s all in the wrists.<\/p>\n

I have one more drink. “Get advice” is on my list.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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