This last week has been a combination of fatigue from jetlag and reducing my medication again. I’ve had to get more sleep and rest more after appointments and work. I’ve had to work harder to prioritize rest and not over-schedule myself.
I love to travel but there are so many moving parts and elements that I cannot control. I worry about forgetting something. This is magnified a thousand-fold when traveling, because if I forgot something I can’t just go back for it later or get it in a few hours. I start to catastrophize—like what will I do if I forget my medication? Or what if I forgot to turn off the oven and my place burns down while I’m gone?
Deciding to Cut My Hair Short
Last summer, I decided to cry getting a bob haircut. I had never cut my hair that short before and I thought it would be great for traveling to India and living in general.
One thing I feel in India, which might not jive with my descriptions of illness and monkeys, is a particular sense of safety which I have trouble getting at home in the US.
Another test of my sanity came from the local wildlife. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m from Texas so I’ve dealt with my fair share of deadly snakes and poisonous insects.
But monkeys? Monkeys are a whole other story. Continue reading “India Part III: I Encounter Monkeys”