re: #583 alegrias

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I had a European relative who was a doctor and professor at a European medical school, and was a President of a medical society, come to America for cancer treatment.

European socialized medicine wasn’t good enough for a foremost European medical doctor, he preferred the “broken” American medicine for himself.

I got sick once in London. I blame the damp. :D

My British friends all freaked out at the mention that I go to a doctor - and I mean seriously freaked out. You’d think I’d suggested jumping off a bridge. One of them got me some cough medicine - codeine - that saved me from coughing myself into little pieces. No clue how he got it - did not ask. I was grateful, to be sure.