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I felt dreadful today but did my little list of 'chores to do in London', then decided to look for a pharmacy to buy something to relieve my discomfort. Before I even spoke to her I burst into tears - poor me!

She asked my symptoms and said I was on the wrong antibiotics. She had an arrangement, which I still don't really understand - where she rang a private doctor who confirmed her diagnosis and then prescribed the drug she recommended.


I paid fifteen quid for the consultation and got my drugs and little by little am improving.