Now in bed.
Stella and i stoppéd to have some wine in a pavement cafe. I relaxed my no drink rule on the basis of f*** it.
My abdomen feels very uncomfortable – even though I can’t really feel it – maybe the deeper nerves still transmit something to my brain.
The French hospital has prescribed a 21 day course of antibiotics. That’s 3 times as long as they give you in Britain. Maybe that’s what someone like me needs to actually be rid of an infection? Perhaps my suicide last week was more to do with a lurking UTI than I thought?
What do I know? It’s all very unclear to me.