We have normality. I repeat, we have normality.
Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.
After the great double excision on Monday, Mehdi was concerned that the deeper procedure may infect, so he prescribed a prophylactic course of antibiotics, which I started taking that very day. I had confidently assured him that never in my sorry life had I an adverse reaction to antibiotics. I’ve had a lot of antibiotics.
I was so sure that when the diarrhoea started, I blamed my own cooking. I fed perfectly good nasi goreng to the wildlife.
Worse: I, the greatest food safety expert of the post HACCP age, doubted himself.
For that afternoon and the next two days, I spent my time hurrying to the latrine, sanitising all the surfaces I touched, and dozing in an increasingly weak stage of lassitude. Drinking water, black coffee and coke, eating bread and marmite.
I began to suffer chills and cold sweats, fever, disorientation weakness and lassitude, and generally feeling poorly.
I was concerned for my kidneys, so I drank copiously (which has consequences) and checked my bp regularly.
My blood pressure was fluctuating but when it dropped to 78/54 and an hour later had only recovered to 89/56, I began to worry.
I rang the surgery; the receptionist suggested I ring the COVID-19 1800 number.
I called the COVID-19 1800 number. The young person ran me through the questionnaire, and despite some ‘yes’ replies she assured me I was not COVID material,
Therefore I was of no interest to her. She wished me well, having more important things to do.
I rang 000. In a very reasonable time a paramedic in an ambulance pulled up outside my plot. He was originally from my birthplace, Woking. How about that?
He asked all the questions again, plus more. He inspected my meds, and made the rattle when you walk joke, while he hooked me up to the portable machine that goes Ping!
Once that piece of medical tech is deployed, one knows all will be well. One is in the hands of an expert. They don’t let just anybody play with that.
He then gave me the most well considered and carefully reasoned explanation of why he believed I had at last found an antibiotic that did not agree with me.
By the end of tomorrow I hope to know he is right.