It's 11:18.

I'm sitting at the SLC International Airport, and I have made it through breakfast, errands, the gym, a doctors appointment, eye dilation, lunch, drive to Utah, more errands, dinner, and hanging out at the airport. 

DID I MENTION I ATE 3 MEALS?? And that we are "hanging out" at the airport? Not- I layed in bed and dry heaved all morning when I wasn't trying to sleep and barely made it to the airport and past the gates on 2 grapes and water, popping Klonopin and praying it kicks in quick. 

GUYS. I have been on citalopram for something like a year now, and I am now able to do things like this, embrace adventure and live my life unhampered by sickness. Like a normal person. And it feels so good. 

Brazil, here we come.