poked and prodded

Yesterday, I had my yearly physical. Yes, I'm sure you want to hear ALL ABOUT IT. Don't worry, I won't make you queasy with the intimate details, but suffice it to say, I hate going to the doctor. (Which, of course, singles me out from the masses because so many people absolutely LOVE having one of these shoved up their hoohahs.)

This visit was different than most, though, because I had to get shots to immunize me from all the crazy diseases that still exist in non-first-world countries. It's exactly one month from today that Mr. W and I will be boarding a plane heading to the exotic destination of Singapore. After spending a couple days with Mr. W's brother (who lives in Singapore with his Singaporean wife and their two kids) and NOT engaging in vandalism, we are planning to board the Singa-Malay-Thai train and head north to the tropical environs of the Andaman Sea.

We haven't yet decided what we're going to do once we get there. I would love to charter a sailboat and float around like these people. Doesn't that sound awesome? But the jellyfish and monkeys and other assorted crazy shit they talk about makes me all the more happy that I am now immunized against typhoid fever, hepatitis, lockjaw and rabies.

Four shots in all. My upper arms still ache. Can't raise them above boob-level. It feels like I worked out really hard, when actually, all I did was complete my crafty gift and make Pumpkin Soup (yum yum YUM) for tonight's Homemade Holiday Hoe-down III.

So anyway, one month until what will probably be one of the most unique travel experiences of my lifetime. Can't wait! I'm sure all the poking and prodding will have been worth it. Especially if I get bit by a monkey.