hypochondriac, me?

I am trying to have an open mind about my looming experiences. I have therefore prepared myself by not being prepared at all. That way I cannot be caught by surprise. Or at least so is the theory. However, reality is usually a completely different ballgame, one that likes to bitch slap you in the face. Hard.

I have therefore packed the following: electolyte tablets, loperamide, hydroxizine, metacloprimide, metronidazole, sumatriptan, ciprofloxacin, zopiklon, esomeprazole, paracetamol, tramadol, chlorhexidine wash, sterile gauze and bandage material, swiss army knife, head torch, water purification bottle and random stuff like toothpaste and shower gel. Not that they won't have this available in India. I just like to have it all readily available when my head is buried down the toilet bowl. I was very close to bringing surgical gloves, IV-catheters and a few litres of fluid, but this might have sent the wrong message at customs control. I've already lost one of my nine lives by accidentally bringing a banana into Chile. (Just don't do it.)

All in all my backpack weighs 13 kgs. My medications probably account for 40% of this.

I think now is the time to have a private conversation with Dr's Freud and Jung.