Bubble bath, new book, tea and then I’m turning off the internet and going to bed. Maybe.
I have spent £32 on prescriptions in the last five days (£24 at once today) and I am trying to placate myself by breathing deeply and repeating the mantra of “NHS NHS NHS” because things could be a lot worse and I’m lucky it was only £32.
Trimethoprim didn’t work and I’ve been prescribed new antibiotics but I haven’t been able to get to a chemist for the last two days and I’m getting worse and worse and have to work an hour extra today and then walk a pharmacy before I can go home and sleep. Couldn’t sleep last night because I was suddenly terrified that the furniture in the loft was going to fall through my ceiling and crush me.