As my hopeless GP has yet again supplied me with a drug ineffective against my UTI, I am now in a French hospital, in URGENCES… A&E.

I have to wait to see a doctor, but I have seen the nurse already. I don’t know how long I will have to wait for the right drug. I’m trying to  hang on,  mentally , to suppress the Dark Thoughts that always accompany a UTI. I feel nauseous too.

I’m currently cursing poor Stella for keeping me alive, though only inside my head.