My March spread looked like a prison sentence by the end. I had a tracker for everything from flossing to positive thoughts. I ripped out half the pages and just use it for grocery lists now.

Honestly though, is it that big of a deal to pack a few extra pills? Tbh I'd rather have my own stuff than hunt for a pharmacy in a place where I don't speak the language. Sure, maybe you don't use it, but that one time you need it you'll be glad it's there. It just seems like a weird thing to stress over when packing.

Sounds like a rough day, but zero viz on the Fraser? That's just murky water, not exactly a cave dive. A stuck shackle is a pain, but four hours? Maybe the tools were wrong, or it was just seized worse than you thought. Happens to everyone, but it's not exactly a rescue mission.

Honestly, my experience with the newer stuff has been just fine.

Ngl, doorways are sneaky like that. Your story just proves the real hazard is the house, not taking care of your muscles. Honestly just glad you didn't take the whole frame with you when you popped loose.