Wednesday morning was interesting. I had gone to bed the night before with a massive headache (and quite possibly a fever), but I woke up the next morning feeling fine so I got ready, ate a muffin for breakfast and headed to work. As soon as my train started moving I felt dizzy, weak, and semi-nauseous. Then my train was diverted, which made everything seem worse at the time but ended up being a good thing in the end. If my train hadn't been diverted I would have ended up at Bank (which is a huge maze of an underground station with few staff) instead of Tower Gateway (a small, above-ground station) where I met Katrina. As soon as the train reached Tower Gateway I started feeling really terrible. I ended up sitting on the concrete platform by myself trying to regain my composure and figure out what to do. After a few minutes an Irish woman (Katrina) approached me and asked if I was alright. I told her I wasn't feeling well and she helped me up and took me by the arm into the station's information office where she worked. She gave me one of her chairs and some water, and talked to me and looked after me until I felt a little better. She even gave me a hug (telling me I reminded her of her 22-year-old daughter) and her cell phone number in case I needed anything else after I left her office. Katrina is definitely one of the nicest people I've encountered so far in London. I decided in the end to go to work (even though I still felt weak) because I felt safer going somewhere where people would be around to help if my condition deteriorated. I still don't know what was wrong with me that day- I didn't start feeling better until late afternoon- but I'm glad my train was diverted and that I still went to work since my co-workers helped me all day too.