But in the UK you can't do anything without a prescription, and being a holiday nothing was working. I wasn't going to let them put me off getting my anti-biotics however! I jumped through all their hoops! I had to wait for hours on an emergency hotline before giving my details and telling them what was wrong. Then I had to wait for an hour and a half for them to call back, where I described all over again what was wrong and I persuaded them to book me an appointment at the nearest hospital (after insisting that no, I would rather not wait and see if it goes away by itself!)
I took the bus to the hospital, where in spite having booked an appointment I still had to wait about three quarters of an hour before they saw me. And obviously it took only five minutes for the doctor to see that, yes, I have tonsillitis and yes, some anti-biotics would be very helpful. So she wrote me a nice prescription for 2000mg of penicillin a day which I think is a bit of overkill, but I'm hardly a doctor.
Obviously the pharmacy at the hospital wasn't working today so I had to get the bus to the closest open one in the area (which I had googled before leaving because it pays to be prepared). And, yes, I successfully acquired my two boxes of penicillin tablets despite being in the UK on Boxing Day. Go me!
Then I called my cousin to pick me up and I went to the tennis club where they were holding a big family dinner which I somehow managed to survive without the help of alcohol.
How about some nice holiday art now that you slogged through my ranting?
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