She copes with my stoic approach to minor illness, but she does protest a little: "Il faut toujours venir me voir. Il faut toujours venir me voir..."
This was when I confessed that I'd had a couple of spots of shingles but that after a couple of weeks they cleared up.
"That's fatigue", she said.
"Yes, I had too many late nights."
We discussed bedtime, breakfast time and running for a couple of seconds while she played darts with my arm and a 'flu jab.
I would have given you something to make it less painful and long.
She did my prescription for my life-giving herbs and potions.
I looked at it.
"I'm going to have trouble with the pharmacist."
"Because the one thing is "for six months" but the other doesn't say anything. If I go to the distant pharmacy where they know me they do it anyway, but the nearest pharmacy won't do it."
She changed the prescription, to my great relief.
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