I went to London and all I got was this lousy appendicitis
I was midway through a bucket list trip and little did I expect something new trying to kick me into the bucket. I was meant to spend a short 2 days in London town and most of my sightseeing has been of two hospitals and a cemetary. At least I got to see the 20th anniversary revival of the play Beautiful Thing before the pain became unbearable and I woke up one morning looking like a chipmonk with swollen lower cheeks (that symptom is still a mystery).
But with my weird pattern of unluck and luck, it looks as if antibiotics are working and I may only get to extend my "holiday/vacay" by a few days here while my eastern Europe tour is now officially deleted.
Internet / wifi access has been non existent or painfully slooooowwww (like me the past couple of days) during my journey (via South Africa which was ah-maazing). Right now I have no wifi so am typing on screen hovering above my bed Matrix style at Chelsea and Westminster, where I'm receiving excellent care and service (after watching Sky news horror stories about England's NHS and wait times in A & E). Since I was due to fly to Frankfurt today, my hotel managed to pack my bags (which was challenge for just me!) and taxi them over here, along with a bunch of yellow roses (by the way, Hotel Indigo in Earl's Court is abslutely gorgeous for the price and I cant's recommend it enough). So even though I have no mum to call anymore, I'm feeling pretty ok. But that could just be the Tramadol speaking.
Hope everyone else is doing better than I have the past 5 days, since I'm generally about drama these days especially while travelling.
But with my weird pattern of unluck and luck, it looks as if antibiotics are working and I may only get to extend my "holiday/vacay" by a few days here while my eastern Europe tour is now officially deleted.
Internet / wifi access has been non existent or painfully slooooowwww (like me the past couple of days) during my journey (via South Africa which was ah-maazing). Right now I have no wifi so am typing on screen hovering above my bed Matrix style at Chelsea and Westminster, where I'm receiving excellent care and service (after watching Sky news horror stories about England's NHS and wait times in A & E). Since I was due to fly to Frankfurt today, my hotel managed to pack my bags (which was challenge for just me!) and taxi them over here, along with a bunch of yellow roses (by the way, Hotel Indigo in Earl's Court is abslutely gorgeous for the price and I cant's recommend it enough). So even though I have no mum to call anymore, I'm feeling pretty ok. But that could just be the Tramadol speaking.
Hope everyone else is doing better than I have the past 5 days, since I'm generally about drama these days especially while travelling.