On Sunday night, I couldn't take it anymore. I was exhausted and nauseous, having difficulty breathing and walking.
I told the front desk clerk at the hotel, "I need to see a doctor." As happened several times during our London trip, the clerk heard something other than what I had said. She replied, "Yes, ma'am, what kind of theater are you interested in?" Thinking that perhaps the city is divided into buroughs known as theaters, I said, "Yes, I need to see a doctor. How do I go about doing that? I'm interested in whatever is closest." Again she said something about theaters. Finally I was clued in and said "doctor" very slowly.
How eccentric to say, "I need to see an actor!" Well, I suppose if one really needed to see an actor, London would be the place to do it.
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1 comment:
I am sincerely hoping that you are under medical care as I type this. Please keep us posted.
And I do love the idea of someone "needing" to see a play. How great that the concierge was so ready to help.
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