I made it to London. The flight went well, and even boarding was smooth, as I got to skip the long line of jostling Indians by exposing my fearsome looking leg brace, and got on the plane first with children and elderly.
Dreading jetlag, I took Benadryl, Tylenol, and alcohol together (the drugs specifically warned against this) and I gratefully nodded off. Honestly, they should mix the ingredients together and sell it on the plane. Thanks to the sleep, I was able to function for much of today, unlike my usual zombie-like state after a night-flight to Europe.
I receive free health care tomorrow! Ah, life in the alternate universe.
