Well, I've had another English adventure today, but not one that I particularly wanted to have--the National Health Service. That's right, I've been sick. So this morning, when my throat was so sore it made me cry (literally), I decided it might be time to see a doctor. He confirmed that I am in fact sick, and then proceeded to tell me there was really nothing he could do for my throat beyond giving me a spray that will numb it long enough for me to eat.
I hate being sick in a different country. It makes me feel so small and far away from home. Everything seems even more unfamiliar and foreign and what I'm wanting right now is familiarity (and a cough lozenge that isn't black currant flavored).