Month: June 2013

London’s got what you need.

My latest visit to the doctor to check on the healing progress of my woe-begotten foot revealed a bit of the fabled “socialized medicine” issues I’ve heard of but not experienced yet. My appointment was at 9:30am. I arrived early, having mastered the bus system […]


Walking. Healing. Geekery. Writing.

when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” — Samuel Johnson London is far more interesting when you are ambulatory. As my healing progresses, so does my experience of London. Brief […]


London via crutches

When I left the hospital last week, I asked how much walking I was allowed to do on my leg.  The answer was “as much as you can bear.” So I decided to put that to the test and finally make like a proper tourist […]


Socialized Medicine: Part deux

Today was checkup day.  A return to the doctor, another x-ray, and a prognosis on what my next 2 months would look like.  Needless to say, I was hoping for a diagnosis of “my god, it’s totally healed!  Go scamper, young man.  Go!” Yesterday introduced […]


London, the daily life

Since I’m still instructed to keep my foot elevated whenever possible, and when elevated to keep it 30 degrees above my heart, and even when it isn’t elevated to keep my bloody weight off of it, I find that I’m doing very little rambling around […]


Socialized Medicine

“I won’t keep you a moment, luv” I’m pretty sure this is British slang for “I have to leave for a moment and how no idea how long I’ll be gone, but just hang out and I’ll be back at some time.”  This is good […]


Health Care in London.

Ah, London. (This clip is required viewing anytime London is mentioned anywhere) I have come here far earlier than planned due to the unfortunate state of my right foot.  My plan is to discuss options with someone in the medical profession through a purely English dialect, instead of […]


One Legged Wonder

Over the massive speakers comes the sound of YMCA.  Yes, by the Village People. I’m in Barcelona.  At a packed club. It’s 2013.  YMCA? How (why) is this happening? Also, why am I dancing on the elevated stage with my crutches held above my head? – let’s back […]


About hostels

Before heading out on my grand adventure, I wasn’t sure how I would control costs, especially for housing.  Hotels were right out: if you look into the average cost for a night in a hotel in Europe, you can see I’d quickly go bankrupt).  Besides, […]