I love the Society for Neuroscience meeting. I am beyond excited to explore new research and people and see New Orleans -- well, the French Quarter at least.
People act like traveling to this event is no big deal. And to most, it isn't. But organizing how I get to and from work each day and accomplish tasks and errands is as involved for me as traveling to this conference is for most people. I am now what can be considered a seasoned veteran of the SfN extravaganza. The meeting itself is dangling in front of me like an unimaginable treasure chest. So on the eve of flight, I am Zening like a mofo [read: zoning on too many episodes of The Walking Dead with H.K. beside me]. Checking off the packing of forms, drugs, ER addresses and food supplements like a master, and doing everything in my power to avoid those panic attacks that have been cascading me into Crohn's episodes for the last 4 months.
This year I have 2 poster sessions, the first a requirement in light of my travel award. And real, purposeful shmoozing. I cannot wait.
This is the least healthy that I have ever been prior to travel like this. And I'm so looking forward. And so anxious.