Monday, June 6, 2011

On the Road

I’m here in San Diego Airport waiting for a plane that’s going to be 38 minutes late. WTF? I hold up on my end of the bargain and show up on time. Maybe next time I’ll be the one 38 minutes late. See how they like it. Trust me, I busted my ass getting here on time. A quick rewind:

Sunday morning: I position myself in front of my desktop, cup of Irish breakfast tea. Time to start preparing for my Pittsburgh trip later in the week. Leisurely I dial up my Travelocity itinerary. Something about my flight leaving 06/06. That can’t be right. That’s tomorrow.

Tomorrow! Shit!

Can’t be. I must have booked it wrong. I’m supposed to be attending the 9th International Bipolar Conference in Pittsburgh starting - let’s see - the 9th. And a family stopover before hand, let’s see ...

Nothing to worry about. Three days of work to do in one day, no big deal, if I give my laundry a miss. What the hell, clean underwear is over-rated, anyway.

Monday 1 AM: I kind of have everything packed. Biggest strategic decision - do I bring my didgeridoo? Is a bear Catholic? Next biggest strategic decision - what do I forget to bring this time? My horse collar travel pillow? A cable to one of my zillion electronic devices? I know - the earbuds to my iPod.

Monday 6 AM: Note to self - shaving in this particular state of pre-coffeeness is not such a good idea.

Monday 7:30 AM: I’m outta here.

Monday 8:30 AM: Why do all the people on the parking shuttle have green complexions? Shit! I left my real glasses in my car. I scramble to correct the situation. Situation corrected. Complexions normal.

Monday 10 AM: Through security, through mandatory news store stop (ha! no travel pillow purchase this time, ah! earbuds), through breakfast (yay! a new Jamba Juice concession). Engage earbuds, chamber music, ahhh ...

This is John McManamy, live on the road ...
Posted by John McManamy at 10:52 AM
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3 comments:

Willa Goodfellow said...

Dang, dang, dang. You're off to play with the big boys and girls, and here I am slaving over dendrites and axons. Not joining you, in hopes of preserving a few of mine. It's another circadian rhythm wrecking summer already.

So MY question for the big boys and girls would be: can anybody do anything, is anybody TRYing to do anything about this approaching trainwreck called DSM V? My current despair is -- how are they going to come up with research that provides any reliable results when they can't even define the set?

So pick a suitable tune to blow at the revision committee members for me...

June 6, 2011 at 11:37 AM
Tony Previte said...

That was great.... the writing, not your anxiety!

June 7, 2011 at 12:45 AM
Lizabeth said...

Have lots of fun. And don't forget the smaller Red Alert (besides the DSM thing) namely that wonderful new physical pain reliever, Cymbalta. Now I love my Med Doc. She is great, but expecting her to spot people with undiagnosed BP 1 or 2 is a bit much. And a lot of depression expresses itself in physical pain symptoms. Batten down the hatches, possible chaos ahead. And I'm not talking about the parties at your conference.

June 7, 2011 at 4:14 PM

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