…I do. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be trying so hard to stay.

But every time someone says “you should see a doctor about [insert minor complaint here],” and every time I have to fill in a form for a sporting activity (like say, Derby) that requires health insurance details, I have to fight a little tiny panic attack.

I have insurance. I’m too scared not to.

But everything about the process scares me to the very bottom of my spoiled British heart.

I miss living in a place where I could risk breaking my ankle without being terrified of the cost.

But enough of that. WISH ME LUCK WITH DERBY TRYOUTS.