Yeah, I know…haven’t posted the Egypt photos yet…currently working on it, though.
Anyways, I wasn’t feeling too well when I got back to London, so after a few days I decided to take advantage of Britain’s National Health Service, which the British government has so kindly extended to foreign students such as myself. I must say it was quite odd to go to the doctor’s office and not have to fill out long forms in triplicate or fish around for your insurance card. Here, you just walk in, check-in at the touchscreen, and then wait for the receptionist to give you a room number. The doctor prescribed me antibiotics, which I was fine with except for the fact that I can’t have a drink for 10 days…yep, no Strongbow for 10 days. Damn you, Egypt!
This was especially saddening due to the fact that my Russian and Post-Soviet Studies group had dinner at Potemkin (a Russian restaurant) a few nights ago, and while the entire group, professors included, pounded down cherry vodka shots, I was forced to drink Coke. Again, I say, damn you Egypt!