We wake up to a steady rain. Again.
We caught a quick bus (there's a bus stop about 100' from the door of our unit) up to the Greenwich North train station. It's very modern compared to some of the other stations.
There has been a rash of suicides in the underground train stations in London. One sure-fire way to commit suicide is to throw yourself in front of an oncoming train.
One London resident complained to me that this is a very selfish way to die. What happens is that when someone throws themselves under a train, they shut down the train line for several hours, inconveniencing all of the other passengers. Interesting perspective.
The Greenwich North station has extra doors that remain closed at all times to prevent access to the rail bed, and only when a train stops and the trains doors open do the secondary doors open, allowing egress and ingress.
So we caught the Jubilee line west to Baker Street, then changed to the Bakerloo line to Paddington for the wife's 10:30am chiro appointment with her new favorite chiro, Dr. Ashton Vice.
We were early, so we stopped once again at Bonne Bouche for a bite and some coffee. When we find something that works, we stick with it.
Today would be the follow-up visit to Dr. Vice, of the London Spine and Joint Clinic. We sure would like to find a good chiro who practices similar techniques in the US, but we may not be that lucky.
The doc first uses an industrial-strength vibrator/massager which sends her to the moon.
Then he adjusts her in multiple ways.
Finally, he ends the treatment with 10 minutes of "e-stim" or electrical stimulation of specific locations. She's familiar with this and loves it.
I took several pictures of the charts on the doctor's walls so I could study them and perhaps give my wife the same kind of relief that she was getting from him.
We were disappointed that he would not (could not) give us a referral to any chiropractor in Texas that he would recommend.
He said he just didn't know any, and besides, most chiros in the US were now into all the woo-woo crap that has no scientific basis: pyramid power, laser/heat treatment, etc. USA! USA!
When we got out, it was still raining. We decided to catch a train to Knightsbridge station, which is right next to that iconic department store, Harrods.
Have any of you ever been to Harrods? What a mess. This thing is five stories tall and as big as a large city block. It's a maze. And it was hot as hell inside there. I couldn't stand it, so I left and sought out the Starbucks just down the street while the wife did some shopping.
She showed up at the Starbucks only about 20 minutes later, saying she was too overwhelmed by the store, and the heat inside.
It was lunchtime, so we sought out a place to eat, in the driving rain. Couldn't find the Wagamama which was supposed to be in the area, so instead settled at a sidewalk cafe, any sidewalk cafe, because going inside a couple of them we noticed that they were all blazing hot inside. WTF?
We wanted to sit outside, even in the rain.
The weather was so bad we decided to blow off catching a bus to Westminster Abbey and the Churchill War Rooms. The list of places we were NOT going to see was starting to outnumber the places we DID get to see. Oh well.
So instead, we caught the Tube back to the flat and took some naps instead. And, oh boy, I seem to be catching a cold. Thanks, London!
The wife cooked up a dinner of pasta and broiled green beans; quite good.
Good doc visit was the best thing about today.
There has been a rash of suicides in the underground train stations in London. One sure-fire way to commit suicide is to throw yourself in front of an oncoming train.
One London resident complained to me that this is a very selfish way to die. What happens is that when someone throws themselves under a train, they shut down the train line for several hours, inconveniencing all of the other passengers. Interesting perspective.
The Greenwich North station has extra doors that remain closed at all times to prevent access to the rail bed, and only when a train stops and the trains doors open do the secondary doors open, allowing egress and ingress.
So we caught the Jubilee line west to Baker Street, then changed to the Bakerloo line to Paddington for the wife's 10:30am chiro appointment with her new favorite chiro, Dr. Ashton Vice.
We were early, so we stopped once again at Bonne Bouche for a bite and some coffee. When we find something that works, we stick with it.
Today would be the follow-up visit to Dr. Vice, of the London Spine and Joint Clinic. We sure would like to find a good chiro who practices similar techniques in the US, but we may not be that lucky.
The doc first uses an industrial-strength vibrator/massager which sends her to the moon.
Then he adjusts her in multiple ways.
Finally, he ends the treatment with 10 minutes of "e-stim" or electrical stimulation of specific locations. She's familiar with this and loves it.
I took several pictures of the charts on the doctor's walls so I could study them and perhaps give my wife the same kind of relief that she was getting from him.
We were disappointed that he would not (could not) give us a referral to any chiropractor in Texas that he would recommend.
He said he just didn't know any, and besides, most chiros in the US were now into all the woo-woo crap that has no scientific basis: pyramid power, laser/heat treatment, etc. USA! USA!
Have any of you ever been to Harrods? What a mess. This thing is five stories tall and as big as a large city block. It's a maze. And it was hot as hell inside there. I couldn't stand it, so I left and sought out the Starbucks just down the street while the wife did some shopping.
She showed up at the Starbucks only about 20 minutes later, saying she was too overwhelmed by the store, and the heat inside.
It was lunchtime, so we sought out a place to eat, in the driving rain. Couldn't find the Wagamama which was supposed to be in the area, so instead settled at a sidewalk cafe, any sidewalk cafe, because going inside a couple of them we noticed that they were all blazing hot inside. WTF?
We wanted to sit outside, even in the rain.
The weather was so bad we decided to blow off catching a bus to Westminster Abbey and the Churchill War Rooms. The list of places we were NOT going to see was starting to outnumber the places we DID get to see. Oh well.
So instead, we caught the Tube back to the flat and took some naps instead. And, oh boy, I seem to be catching a cold. Thanks, London!
The wife cooked up a dinner of pasta and broiled green beans; quite good.
Good doc visit was the best thing about today.
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