I had my passport expedited (yes, I'm probably the only person you know who accepted a job without knowing she could get there), I had seven shots and bought 150 malaria pills, and I'm working to assemble every medical, technological, and personal comfort that I can identify as normal in my daily life.
I'm also taking advice. My survival skills have been discussed at length. At this point, I'm intrigued to see what I can do with a leatherman and a roll of duct tape. I'm planning to take up shooting lessons at Christmas, in case I do end tangling with a lion. Not taking heels has been suggested (and obviously, immediately dismissed). Tomorrow, I will spray all of my clothes with permethrin, an insecticide.
At this point, I am prepared to be unprepared. It is likely I will get sick - not deathly ill, but the more benign and more annoying kind of irritant. I will be shocked about how hot it is. I have no idea what my apartment or my office will look like. I have been promised daily showers and decent coffee. I am bringing my little blue mug along for good measure.
It has been suggested that I bring a hat. I look awful in most hats. When it was first suggested, I noted it dutifully, as I have noted all other suggestions, and dismissed it in my head immediately (similar to the ban on heels). When my brother brought it up as a must-have, I cringed and stated that I didn't look good in hats. And he told me that I was going to want one anyway, even if it looks ridiculous. I have since chosen a safari hat, which I'm sure is not doing as great a job as a real hat would do, but I've decided that it must be better than nothing...