1. I wrote a list. Then another list. Then a third. These were lists of things to remember to pack. I wrote another list. This one reminded what things would go in which bag. I have some plans already made to meet with people. I wrote another list outlining the days and times of these meetings. Then I gathered things. I laundered a couple of bags. I packed as much as I could. I was so careful all day long not to forget anything that it felt like the equivalent of triple or quadruple locking a hotel room at night.
2. I swear. Traveling post-transplant makes me feel like I'm packing a pharmacy. In my larger post-transplant bag I packed my pillbox and a box holding all my pills, a bottle of Tylenol, a pill splitter, my transplant binder (has my prescription list, transplant program phone numbers, my daily blood pressure, pulse, temperature, and weight log, and more), pens, a pad of scratch paper, and maybe more.
I'm set with plenty of medication and information anyone can find in the case of an emergency.
3. I took a break from packing, checking my bags, rechecking them, and re-rechccking them (did I forget something?) and fixed a Trader Joe's Santa Maria Tri-Tip Roast and roasted cabbage, red onion, and potatoes for dinner. It was relaxing to give myself over to a task that didn't involve low grade anxiety about forgetting something.
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