Where are the stinking windmills?

So yesterday I found killer airfare to Milan, and today I'm sitting in the airport in Amsterdam wondering what the hell happened. I shit you not. This is one hell of a whirlwind trip. (I did a little wave and smile to Madame Pamplemousse as I flew over Scotland :) I flew over on KLM...insisted on it as a matter of fact, thinking that it would be a hell of a lot better than Delta. Or at least as good as Air France. But honestly, I was not at all impressed by the vittles on KLM. I ordered the "Asian" Dinner, and it was a plate of dry white rice and steamed carrots, cauliflower, and beans. BEANS. As in lima beans. What Asian country eats LIMA BEANS? It was one of the worst airline meals I've ever eaten. Screw being dairy free...I'm ordering the regular menu on the way home. I'll suffer with the casein allergy just so long as I don't have to eat that crap again.

And yes, I'm regretting not flying Delta, cuz I'd already be in Milan by now. So much for KLM. Live and learn. Better yet: I'll fly Air France next time. That is probably one of the most amazing planes I've been on.

So I'm off to Milan in about an hour and a half. It's 4:45AM in SF, and 1:45PM here. Four hour layover. Egads that's a long time to sit in an airport. And I don't dare sleep lest someone off with my bag and cash.

I'm landing in Malpensa airport...31 miles north of Milan...so I'll have to take a shuttle bus or train to Milano Centrale (the big train station) and from there it's another hour and 42 minutes to Bologna.

So a 9 hour flight, a 4 hour layover, another 2 hour flight, a 1 hour bus/train ride, then a 2 hour bullet train. Oh yeah, then we walk from the train to the apartment. Think I'll be tired after 18 hours of travelling? HELL YES. And ready for some vino rosso. :)

The reason for this impromptu dash across the planet? My best gal pal, JS, is in Bologna with an apartment til the 15th of November. Years ago when she was living in Cairo, working as an Egyptologist, she tried to get me to visit her over and over. I missed out on all sorts of neat sidetrips that she took off on from there, too. So this is kind of a "we're finally doing something together" trip...as well as a "My brain is full of this infertility bullshit, I'm tired of cooking for my mom, and I just have to get the hell out of here" trip.

I've been totally stressed out since I started taking the dexamethazone in an attempt to get my hair to stop falling out. It's not working. It's still falling out and I feel pretty crappy. So I guess I'll wean down to 1/2 a pill of dex, and up to a 1/4 pill of synthroid. My TSH on Monday was 2.2, so it's on the rise again, and higher than DS wants it. They told me to go back on it if I ever wanted to get pregnant...so I'll go back on it, but I'm starting with tiny doses to see what happens. Manana....