Some Travel Anxiety

I am leaving to go away for a week tomorrow and I’m really nervous.

This trip has been planned for months; it’s a sports trip. I’m going over with a team to play a team from a sister club in New Zealand.  I signed up for this trip because on paper it sounds like an amazing experience that I knew I would be grateful for afterwards.  But leading up to it I’ve been worrying more and more.

It’s a week spent in close quarters with twenty other people, some of whom I don’t really care for, playing a gruelling game during the day against super fit and talented people, and partying until the early hours of the morning, while I know my boyfriend wants to be up early for sightseeing – hello sleep disturbance!

I’m worrying about how I’ll handle myself with so much socially exhausting activity going on. I’m worrying how I’m going to sleep – sleep, as we know, isn’t my friend.  I’m worrying I’ll get injured.  I suppose I shouldn’t worry too much about that last one because I do have travel insurance that covers me for sports.

My boyfriend has been away with the club before and assures me that on his first trip he was nervous too, but found it a great way to get to know everyone. Friendship is forged on common experiences and all that.

When we last spoke this morning he signed off by saying “Remember, money, passport and meds – everything else is optional.” Because oh god the packing.  I haven’t even started yet.  I made myself a list which took about twenty minutes just to make sure I haven’t taken my 3DS and not brought a charger or something.

The medication issue is pertinent. I’m on six different scripts so try organising a week’s worth of meds out of that.  Very entertaining.  And I’ve got to include spares for if I lose a dose.  I’m worried because I forgot to get a psychiatrist’s note for my meds and I don’ t know if I’ll need one at immigration.  The last time I travelled overseas with meds was to the states in 2014.  I was on a lot less meds then though.  I did have a note from my doctor but they didn’t check it.  I’m considering getting my GP dad to write one on the off chance that I do get pulled up because of it.

So I’m anxious, ruminating and…probably going to have a great time. I’ll report back in a week, unless I fall down a hobbit hole or something.

 

Mac

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