(Incidentally, some of the folks down here give it three equal syllables - Mé-de-cin. Lovely.)
Anyway after I'd made another clashing appointment Pat reminded me of my doctor's appointment.
I went in. Did I tell you that our doctor is exactly like Louis de Funès ? Anyway.
"Je vais bien."
"Je pars en Afrique."
"Ah non !"
Anyway we proceeded to the negociations and discussions.
Risks of malaria and of dengue fever. (Does one say denngue or dengue - nasal vowel or not)
Cholera. ("It blows in from Mecca..." Ah bon ?)
Eating and drinking. Meningitis. Bananas, Coca-cola. Diarrhoea.
I left with a prescription for a triple vaccine and for anti-diarrhoea pills.