Day 38: Friday, April 20
Wow. It’s here. 38 days ago, I would have sworn that today
would not have arrived. Ever.
The last day. Tomorrow, I must
become American again :) Like I could
have ever really fooled
anyone. I’m too bad at staying quiet
long enough to keep up the “I’m a true Brit” charade! Oh, the Southern
accent. Gets me every time. I have found myself using (and without
even
trying) British words and slang. It
comes so natural now to count in pounds, even those ridiculous and
slightly
absurd 2 pence and 2 pound pieces. Why
would you ever need a 2 pence piece when there is such a thing as a 1
pence
piece? It’s practically the equivalent
of having a 2 cent coin. See?
Ridiculous! I use the word lift for
elevator, queue for line, and I’m pretty sure phrases like “mind your
step”
have come out on occasion. Wow, what a
difference 6 weeks can make!
The only thing on the agenda today was a meeting at the
Lewisham PCT (Primary Care Trust) to meet with several of the pharmacists and
learn more about the NHS (National Healthcare Service). Carmen still was not feeling super, so
Michael, Stephen, and I headed out without her.
We made pretty good time, considering we took a route we had never used
before. It was all very official when we
arrived, having to sign in and get visitor clearance and all, but it is a
government facility, so I guess it makes sense.
We met with a wonderful lady, Eileen, who is a pharmacist who works
directly with the GPs (General Practitioners) to allocate the budget allotted
to each area and GP office. Each borough
has their own PCT and has to use the budget wisely to make sure everyone gets
adequate and enough accessible healthcare.
It’s all very complicated, so I won’t go that much into it, but we
learned these pharmacists are very good at research, statistics, and working
with the GPs. With all the changes to
the NHS that were just passed while we were actually in London, the PCTs will
be dissolved by this time next year with the GPs becoming responsible for
figuring out and maintaining their own budget, and from what we gathered, this
could be an absolute and sure disaster, as they have not been trained to do
this sort of work. They are purely there
to care for and provide care for patients.
It should be interesting to see it all play out, and I will make sure to
keep up-to-date with the goings-on next year.
Oh,
and I also have to say this was one of the most
structured and useful meetings we have had this entire trip. Such a
shame it was on our last day. It would have made everything make a lot
more
sense if we had done this our first week here!
But oh well. There was a time
schedule and agenda and everyone knew what they were supposed to do. It
was heaven for an organized person like
myself. As you have probably figured
out, there was not a lot of structure and a whole
lot of “figure it out if you can and hopefully someone will agree to meet
with you” going on during our trip.
Anyway, after our meeting, Michael
headed back to the guesthouse to meet up with Tara, but Stephen and I were
starving, so we tried to find a local pub…with little luck! I think we ended up eating at some place called
Jenny’s Restaurant, which was actually very good (despite its rather uncreative
name!) and got jacket potatoes (aka loaded potatoes, but with whatever you want
in them. I had a plain one, but Stephen
got curry chicken in his, and from what we gathered, tuna mayo is also a
popular choice. No thank you). After a quick
trip to Sainsbury’s to get a few last essentials we made it back right before a
huge storm hit!
Around 4pm, the boys and Tara left
for a weekend trip to Amsterdam, and we had to say our goodbyes. I know I had never even met the boys before a
few weeks ago, yet it was still really hard to say goodbye! The four of us (our crew, as Carmen would
say!) have spent so much time together, both for work and for fun just hanging
out and have become really close. Plus, I
really hate goodbyes. But I made them
promise to bring their girlfriends for a trip down to Atlanta so we can all
hang out again. I know Bryce would get
along with them really well too, so I think it’s a good plan all around. Yes, agreed?
Good!
Then
the crazy packing
started! Let me tell you. I had a lot of clothes. All of them dirty,
yet they still had to be
folded (semi-neatly) to fit in the suitcase.
It really became a game of put everything in the suitcase, get on the
(British) scale, convert kilograms to pounds, then try again! Ha ha.
This went on for forever! Luckily, Peggy was taking us out to dinner so
that was one less thing to worry about, and it gave us a chance to see
her one
more time and talk. She’s taking us to
the airport in the morning (at 6 am, no less, which shows what a truly
lovely
lady she is), so it’s not our final goodbye.
But still, it was a bit sad. And
the dinner was absolutely fabulous! So
here it is everyone. The end of the
journey. Bittersweet indeed, but I
cannot wait to see Bryce tomorrow!
Hopefully I can sleep tonight with all my excitement!!
Day 39: Saturday, April 21
I’m home! Is there
anything else that really needs to be said?
I don’t think I have ever been as antsy as I was the past 12 hours just
waiting, waiting, WAITING to get home. Poor Carmen had to deal with my foot bopping,
constant squeals of excitement, non-stop commentary about how we were almost
there since we were seat buddies on the plane.
That ride up the escalator (you know, the really, really long one) to
the baggage claim area at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport
(really, who invented such an incredibly long and ridiculous airport name?) took
absolutely forever. Luckily, Bryce is
the tallest person I know and also the tallest person in the whole baggage
claim area so I spotted him in about 1.2 seconds and made a running bee-line
with my 20+ kilos (yeah, I use British measurements now! Ha ha) of luggage
towards him! It was a great moment of
excitement. I thought I was going to
burst with happiness!! Plus, my parents
were there too, so that was kind of fantastic as well. Ah, my whole life is now complete and back in
order :) I am a happy, happy girl writing this right
now.
That being said, I wouldn’t have traded the entire trip for
anything. Going into it, I was a bit
hesitant and definitely not looking forward to being gone for 6 weeks from
everything. And also, as much of a
nuisance as it was trying to get it to work and all the complaining I did about
it every night, I probably would not have survived this trip without
Skype. Bryce might not have either :) It is possibly one of the world’s greatest
inventions. Also, Carmen and I would
have grown really tired of each other if we were the only people that we knew
and saw every day. So, really, it all
worked out quite well. I loved this
trip. I fell in love with London, even
with all the crazy amounts of people, pigeons, congestion, and absurd fashion
choices (but really, that last one sort of made the trip that much more
enjoyable!). There is too much history
and beautiful surroundings to not fall in love with it. I know that as happy as I am to be lying on
my own couch, sleeping in my own, wonderful, amazingly soft and comfortable
bed, I am going to miss London. I
already do a little bit. I got see and
experience more than most people will ever get to since I lived there and
became a Londoner for 6 weeks (well at least until I opened my mouth…my accent
got a smile from just about every person every time and definitely gave me away
every single time). And for that I am so
grateful that I signed up for this trip, was one of the few selected to go
abroad, and that Bryce is not only always ok with, but is so encouraging for me
to get out of my comfort zone and have these types of experiences (yeah, he’s
definitely a keeper!). So farewell for
now London. But something tells me that I won’t be able to stay away for too
long now that I’ve seen it's magic :)