introducing, my new toy

i think i'm in love...better metal than men!

more stupid drama

better bike drama than dealing with those travel meds, i suppose. so call me "14 year old boy," but i am super excited about my new bike!!! although not so excited about the issues involving that fiasco. of course i'll elaborate...

blond moment #1: when i first move to oakland, i go to blockbuster and the gal tells me popcorn is on sale, 2 for 1, something like that. trying to make good with a new neighbor, i agree to the purchase. i get home and realize i don't have a microwave.

blond moment #2: i sell my heckler and buy a new lightweight cross-country bike (07 cannondale). waited a week for it. anxiously, i finally get it out to my car and then realized the front tire isn't quick release - it's a lefty fork. crap! next it's like, double crap! the thing won't even fit my on my bike rack! major, major pain involved with that one, so i take the bike back into the shop. can i exchange it? the guy says ok. i move up a notch in bike (08 cannondale - this one's pretty sweet), and they throw more cash on my card. i cringe. i get a call the next day - the bike won't be in until june. maybe. triple crap! then i decide on a specialized. can't go wrong here - there's one in the shop. but OF COURSE they won't let me take it until the next weekend because they need one in the shop to show other customers (so, yeah, they're letting every tom, dick, and harry and their grandma test ride MY new bike...but they already have my cash and i can't get it back). today was the day i was supposed to get my bike. i spent the day on uc berkeley campus (nano forum for work), which is right next door to the bike shop. i call in and say i'm heading in to grab it! yay! they're like, we're slammed. can you get it tomorrow? huh? no! i want to ride it today! well, ok, i'm a sucker, i'll grab it tomorrow during lunch. so i leave the forum, drive home, and the SECOND i walk into my home i get a call from the shop saying the bike is ready for pickup. what?! quadruple crap!

do i like drama? i seem to create a lot of it for myself.

i win! and i'm broke!

not so "efficient," but i scored all my meds as of 5pm today and am ready to take on anything indonesia has to throw at me...well, except maybe for dengue fever, japanese encephalitis, avian flu, and pollution! oh wait, there's also rabies and schistosomiasis, which is this larvae thingy that lives in freshwater lakes and penetrates your skin. sweet!

and the official tallies are...

meds:
consultation (mandatory) -- $60
typhoid -- $73.50
hep A -- $79
tetanus -- $45
polio -- $50
malaria -- $36
anti-diarrheal, diarrheal prophylaxis, and antibacterial -- $30
"dr. brown" copay that didn't do me any good except shorten my life by two years, and so what good are these meds after all? -- $25
total = $398.50

hotels (19 nights):
seminyak (5) -- $120
ubud (5) -- $140
toyabungkah (3) -- $48
amed (3) -- $162 (feng shui!)
sanur (3) -- $72
total = $542

that's depressing. and just watch...as trina said, now i'll get a cold!

i hate doctors, part two

still unable to obtain a malaria Rx. my travel clinic is unable to write one, so i made an appointment with another doctor (unable to accept my insurance, but will to accept a large sum of cash for a consultation) who MAY be able to write me a Rx. i have even gone so far to ask my ob/gyn for a Rx - she'll be calling back today. (her receptionist said the doctor would write me one if i were pregnant. thanks for rubbing in my lack of love life...AGAIN, people!) i have looked online for "black market" pharmacies. i have considered contacting my EX for a Rx. i now have a coworker asking his aussie friends if i can buy the stuff on the island, once i arrive.

let's just face it. i'm heading into a malaria infested country without protection. that's gross.

thanks dr. brown! and by the way, i totally filed a complaint against his unprofessional ass. die berkeley hippies!!!

and the sobering reality of this adventure is i am ultimately spending more money on pills and shots than i am on hotel rooms during this trip.

ok...serenity now. where's my crystal?

i hate doctors

ok, so this claim is backed up by more than the fact i just finished dating one. (never again.) here goes...

me living in my "efficient" world amidst people with some capacity for intelligence led me to believe i could be "efficient" when it came to scoring my travel meds. so i put off the adventure until the last minute. how difficult can this be? schedule an appointment with the doc, take a little time off work, then throw a copay his way so he can scribble down a Rx for lariam and then direct his nurse to shoot me up with a hep A shot. or so i thought.

i arrive at the office of my "hippy doctor in berkeley" -- bear in mind this doctor actually called me on my cell phone to make sure i was not lost prior to my first visit with him a couple months ago. (should have been my first clue: you think he has a hard time retaining patients and doesn't want them to escape? hmm...this was before he warned me that ALL men cheat.) i show up, do the copay thing, get directed to a room, and then i wait. and wait. and wait. i hear him yelling on the phone outside my door regarding some lawsuit he's involved in. then 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment, the doc proceeds to start his consultation with a patient who got there before me. great. do i get to bill for this shit? me sitting around that office all day means i get to spend all evening at work. uh, no. so i get a little impatient. i ask the nurse if she can just get him to write down that Rx and then take care of the shot (easy!) and i'd be out of their hair. no go. the doc wants to see me. so i wait. an hour after my scheduled appointment, the doctor walks in and tells me he wants to see my lab. i'm like, huh? he said, you never got your lab results done like i asked you to last time, and i'm not prescribing anything until i see them. i tell him what i told him last time -- i got stuck on 100% travel for like a month and couldn't get in, and besides, my work takes care of labs for me every year. my last labs are still good, and he can check them out and see i'm perfectly healthy. now give me a shot, damn it. he argues. i argue back. he throws another lab form at me and says he won't prescribe anything until i get him the labs or fax him my other ones. asshole!!! this is not efficient!!! the next morning i opt to fax over my labs from work and say, here, check these out. i'm good. please send the Rx to longs drugs, and i'm coming in for my shot. he says no.

ok, so the gist of the story is, i go to longs and he ultimately called in an Rx for super-powered diarrhea pills, a diarrhea antibiotic, a general antibiotic, and a typhoid vaccine to apparently appease me. but where's the lariam?! i didn't ask for this other stuff! i call him back and he says, have you gotten a tetanus? what the?! JUST GIVE ME LARIAM AND A HEP A SHOT! I AM RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!! he wants to know why i refuse to get a tetanus. he then says, VERBATIM, "gina, you are very polite and sweet, but you are also the most contentious patient i've had in twenty years. you are lucky i keep you as a patient because most doctors wouldn't fuck with you." WHAT?!!! did my doctor just say that to me? i end up complaining to my co-workers (well, they couldn't help but notice me screaming at a doctor over the phone in my cube and obviously got curious), and they say to go to a travel clinic, one block from the office. one phone call and the gal's like, sure, come on in. we'll get you a hep A shot, a tetanus shot, and hook you up with a Rx for lariam in one fell swoop. are you kidding? she doesn't even want my labs. hallelujah!

now for the funny part of this story. i actually started to think i was the crazy one here. turns out we had a fire drill at work and while we were waiting to head back into the building, i tell a co-worker this story because he asked about my travel meds -- he's done a lot of travel to bali. turns out this co-worker had the same doctor and had to fire him because he had problems with him, too, and highly recommended i report him. i am not crazy! sweet!

hey baby...what's your mantra?

just curious...anyone out there have a mantra? what is it?

hey stranger!!!

at least i feel like one. i've said it once, i'll say it again...i SUCK at this blog thing! at least now i have a reason to write more, or at least gear up to write. i am going to bali for three weeks in may. true, life has not ended with my job, although my boss was less than pleased to hear i wanted that much time off. OH. MY. GOD. the world will explode without me being there! quite a compliment. :)

so yeah, bali. strange how this one developed. some of you may recall my time at nanosolar, back in 2003. i was less than a pleasant human being during that stint. i was dating a surfer when i started work there, so i obviously became more interested in the sport like any young, smitten girl who wanted to spend more time with her beau. fortunately, this was an interest that benefitted ME, and i really grew to like it. i purchased a surf magazine here and there so while i was relaxed in my warm living room, i could relive my time spend out in the cold, winter ocean. hmm. one day, i came across a picture of a surfer riding a perfect left break in bali. These breaks are rare in santa cruz, so this picture made me drool. the photograph was in sepia color, i recall, which made the image seem even warmer, cozier. just a feel good picture overall. i tore out this picture and hung it at work on my filing cabinet. at first, i would look at it every now and then, not taking too much time out of my day to dream because i was actually interested in my job. there were fun projects to work on, research to be done. however, as time moved on, the projects became less fulfilling, the management became even more cranky (it's all about "perception," he says!), and i wanted out...but of course, like a good little american worker bee trying to partake in the rat race, desperate for a pay stub, i stayed and TOOK IT. that photograph became my best friend, my escape from work. i would close my eyes and imagine being that surfer. and naturally, i began to look at that photo more and more and more with each passing day. i swore to myself that i would go to bali. ALONE. i wanted to experience that wave with no interference from anyone. COMPLETE SOLITUDE.

and then you know what happened next. that's right...life happened! i didn't make it to bali like i promised myself. i became a bartender and went to grad school. now i work as an environmental consultant, and i've hit that 6+ month period so the gig is not as exciting as it used to be. BUT, i now get to go to bali! for some reason, the trip just presented itself to me, on a platter no less. it was too easy! chips were falling into place left and right. it was if i could not be diverted from purchasing the ticket, like the stars were aligned, like i was being beckoned to this little island in asia. i won't question it. fortunately, my california tax return EXACTLY matched the cost of the plane ticket. ironic? so, in six weeks from today, i will be on a plane, destined to ride that wave i have been staring at for FIVE years. life is hilarious.

not to mention this is the first time i have ever traveled alone outside north america. i am a little nervous, but i feel like this is something i have to do RIGHT NOW. i absolutely feel like this trip has come along at this time because it is going to present challenges to me that i must face before moving onto something else that awaits me in my future. it's like a sort of spiritual preparation for something, where many lessons will be learned...which is a very, very strange feeling.

that being said, i plan to update my blog while i am there. stay tuned, and feel good. :)