This exercise has not come a second too soon. It is still freezing in London. I think that I have gone for exactly seven months without ever feeling warm. Your math(s) is correct: that’s since July. This past year London started to get cold in July. But I am not complaining. I am busy thinking of all the things I love here with my whole heart.
has a million things wrong with it but what it has right trumps all. It still makes my mind do a double-take when I call a doctor’s office or just show up, get seen and am sent on my way with advice or a prescription. There is rarely a piece of paper involved. No one stops me at the beginning to fill out and sign ten forms on a clipboard and berates me about whether my insurer is the same since my last visit. At the end, and this is the part that still trips me up, I walk out of the doctor’s office and out the front door of the building. Do not pass Go. Do not stop at reception or billing to pay a copay while some mean, bored receptionist talks on the phone and ignores you. Yes, NHS employees act like government employees are wont to do. But I happily take it.
I have been thinking lately that the term “preexisting condition” must not even enter the general public’s lexicon. Imagine that.