Getting ready to go

I know it’s a hackneyed sentiment, but sometimes it really does feel as though getting ready to go away on vacation is more trouble than it’s worth. There is so much that needs doing: Tying up all the loose ends at work, cleaning, doing laundry, packing, all in such a compressed bit of time that it seems all the more hectic.

Of course, I suppose it would be easier if I were slightly less neurotic. I mean, I’m sure there are people who can happily leave for vacation without having scrubbed the toilets. I am not one of those people.

Things are a bit less stressful now that my kids are old enough to plan and pack for themselves. At 19 and 16, they’ve been plenty old enough for some time now. Still, I worry about whether they’ve packed enough underwear and brought their summer reading books along.

Even though, with few exceptions, I pack exactly the same stuff for every trip I take, I still find myself incapacitated unless I’ve taken time to write a detailed packing list. It’s ridiculous: Who really needs to write down “toothbrush” to remember to put one in the toiletry kit? And what’s the worst thing that could happen if I neglected to secure said toothbrush? Horrors: I’d have to stop and BUY one somewhere along the way.

The one thing I make sure to write at the top of that list every time is my multiple sclerosis medication. When I first was diagnosed and started therapy, I had to stick a syringe into a little bottle of medicine and draw back the stopper to fill the syringe before I could inject myself. And the medicine could only go unrefrigerated for so long, so I carried it in a cooler. Nowadays I am grateful as all get-out for the convenience of prefilled syringes, which can remain out of the fridge for weeks at a time.

Tomorrow I am headed out toward my favorite place on earth, besides my own sweet home: The beach. Because my therapy seems to be working well so far (as always, knock on wood), I can look forward to long walks on the shore, fierce battles with the waves, and evening strolls on the boardwalk. I’ll try to remember to send you a postcard.
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Jennifer LaRue Huget, Blogger

Jennifer LaRue Huget was diagnosed with MS in 2001. A freelance writer and children's book author, she lives in Connecticut with her husband, two teenage kids, and two brown dogs. Her website is