Nelly, my dear, you don't do anything halfway do you?! I can relate -- on my FIRST trip to London, PanAm gave me food poisoning on the way over. I spent 5 of the 7 days we were there in bed in the hotel so sick I wanted to die. We had friends who sent their private physician to the hotel (who knew they still made house calls). He was a white haired gent with a bowler and a brolly, right out of central casting. He came THIS CLOSE to putting me in the hospital, but thanks to my sweetie pie Andy's dedicated nursing I turned the corner just in time.