Well, when I arrived in London I felt like all was good. I made my way from Luton Airport to Deptford train station with little to talk about apart from the daylight robbery that is London public transport costs. At Deptford I was picked up by Belle and taken back to the new apartment she shares with Jax. I had a great evening with Jax, Belle and Mikey which included a small meal before going to sleep at around 11pm.
At about 1:30am I awoke to the worst stomach cramp of my life and it wasn’t till about 4:30am that I was able to go back to sleep. The next morning I felt marginally better, but after being told by every doctor’s surgery that they wouldn’t see me because I was only here temporarily I started to bemoan the stupid British health system that requires me to register in order to see a GP.
After doing more research on the internet I found a walk in centre that was about 4kms away and decided to walk there. It took me about an hour to get there and then another 30 minutes waiting. When I did eventually see a doctor, he was very helpful and even shoved his finger up my butt. That is not as much fun as it sounds, I can tell you that much.
At the end of it all it seems that I have some form of intestinal infection that my body will (hopefully) heal itself over the next few days. Being as I come over here to see Mr Scruff on Saturday night, and I have now had to cancel that due to my health, I am expecting my body to get better soon so that the entire UK trip is not a waste!
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