First, I forgot to bring my charger to Victoria, so if you call me on my cell and I don’t answer, it’s not because a car ran me over.
Second, the surgeon I finally got to see a few days ago told me to wait a month with my foot drop, and come see him for surgery if the foot drop still persisted. The foot drop is still there, but today I managed to put on socks without holding my toes up for the first time. So I may not need any further health care at all. It’s actually disappointing in that I can’t really time how long it took me to get actual health care, as opposed to diagnoses (though, granted, the surgeon also told me not to cross my legs, which probably counts as actual health care).