If wishes were stars

It's so nice to be heading to Ireland knowing all my clients are stable and should be just fine.  All of them are excited for me and wishing me a great trip.  It feels nice.  Back in the day when I was a restaurant manger, it was almost like you were given a guilt trip for taking a vacation.  Other managers would complain about how they'd have to work more, or pick up the slack, or whatever.  They were never excited about it for you, that is for sure.  I do not miss those days, or those people.  What's frustrating is I often still have dreams about the restaurant work, but never about my job now.  I don't know what my brain is still trying to figure our or process about those days, but I wish it would stop.

When is it too early to start packing?

I found out today I'm not going to be able to get on that medication.  My insurance will not pay for it.  I wonder what health care is like in Ireland?