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My eyesight has deteriorated ever so slightly over the past few years -- probably something to do with being fixed to a computer monitor or television for more hours of the day than I probably should have done during my teenage years.
These glasses are nothing too fancy and have no branding. The lenses are designed for my shortsightedness which prevents me from seeing things at a distance. During a European Union midday briefing around a year ago, I thought "enough was enough," and would get my eyes checked. Behold, the need to wear glasses; otherwise I can't see a damn thing more than 20 meters away.
If I were to ever end up stranded on a desert island, I would have a near-unlimited supply of ibuprofen. There's nothing worse than being in a foreign country and either not speaking the language or know where you're going with a headache so heavy that it could kill a small elephant.
My personal trouble is that I suffer with Tourette's syndrome. Dozens of times a day, I violently twitch my head which not only strains my neck and back muscles but also often results in an excruciating headache. My cure: ibuprofen, because for some reasons paracetamol doesn't quite take the edge off.
Not very techy, one might think. On two fronts, I keep this with me at all times in my on-the-go bag because without it I can't get on a flight to where I need to be. That's a given -- sure -- but it also acts as age identification for when I'm abroad. Some countries still have antiquated laws when it comes to buying over-the-counter drugs, such as headache tablets, or buying liquor.
The more interesting part is the chip in the back of the passport. Where it has my nationality and pretty mugshot, the plastic laminated chip-laden page allows me to walk back through the U.K. border using e-passport gates -- unmanned, automated barriers to re-enter the country -- which is particularly useful during peak-times, such as the Olympics.