How antibiotics led to a battle for the best chair in the house.
April has passed in a fug of antibiotics - three different lots to be precise. The GP called it a deep-seated UTI. In other words, I've had burning wee and the first two lots of drugs wouldn't shift it! It looks like the final course has done the job but this leads us on to the chair battle.
I normally love curling up on one of our two soft, squidgy sofas but in view of the above I just couldn't get comfortable. What I needed was a firm chair with a high back and lumber support, exactly like the striped chair in the corner that Sophie-the-cat claimed as her own soon after she arrived here.
Yesterday I invaded her territory. I cleaned the cat fur off and took residence. Oh, the relief, proper support for my back and an instant easing of other symptoms that I don't need to mention again but were eluded to in the first paragraph.
The only uncomfortable outcome was an entire evening of this...
Yes, I know... she'll get used to it!
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