The Georgetown invasion of London is over and I’m recooping before the craziness of my 6-week Easter Break. That’s not a type-o. 6 weeks. I’ll be traveling for approximately 4.5 of those weeks, not quite consecutively (thank god).
So as usual, in anticipation of all the excitement of visitors, I got sick. After a trip to the local clinic doctor and several days of feeling worse, I headed to the hospital. I’ve got to hand it to the NHS. I was only in the waiting room for 1.5-2 hours. Then I was in my own little room for 45 minutes. And then I felt pretty taken care of by doctors and nurses. Also, lucky for me, Kate and Andrea were there for essential moral support.
I’ve seen many sides of the NHS and I’m really fortunate that all of its services are free. But if you dare to open a little pamphlet about how it is funded, you’ll notice that the NHS consumes roughly 1/3 of the entire budget for England. With VAT and high income taxes, is it worth it? I’m going to say… overall, no. Had the doctor at the clinic been more thorough and less efficient with my initial visit, I feel like I wouldn’t have had to go to the hospital. Or if I had more faith that a GP could do something for me if I went back, I wouldn’t have bothered to go to the hospital. But because efficiency is the main goal of the GPs, I knew it was a dead-end and hence diverted to the hospital. Still, care at the hospital was top notch. They took an X-Ray of my stomach/intestines, a urine sample, and two blood tests all without the hassle of me worrying how much it would cost.
Maybe a smidge of social medicine mixed with private care? That’d be a happy blend. Easier said than done. I’m more than rusty with my knowledge of health care issues in the U.S. so I will stop here. When all is said and done, I’m doing well now. I’m eating normally and am back to attending class. Some class teachers
I’m glad to be back in good health, because trips are rapidly approaching. Hopefully my body will hold up for me, although I’m confident it will since only 2 of the weeks will be tiring movement from place to place. The rest will be relaxing in what I hope is Italian paradise. Sardinia, however, is not the island I thought it would be unfortunately. I think “island” and I think warm and sunny, but Sardinia’s high looks to be in the low 60s this time of year. Yet my the climbing club email for the packing list included both down jacket AND bikini. Hmm. So do I wear my bikini underneath my thermals to go for a “refreshing” swim after climbing? Interesting.
Starting Sunday, March 16th, I will be out of contact until the following Sunday (Easter). Then I am back for two days before having limited email access for the next week and half, but hopefully, I’ll be checking in. Hope everyone is doing well.