Van de regen in de drup

In the course of the week, my mental instability has been slowly transforming into a physical one.
Excellent.

After a cornucopia of pains, fevers and irritations had reached a nice clear climax on Thursday and Friday (today), I decided for the third time in my life that I might go and see my gp (i.e. huisarts).

After a couple of nice people having been 'taking care' of me, I finally reached the doctor, whom I still have in Amsterdam...

"Dat klinkt als een geweldige blaasontsteking," she concluded, which was very nice, because now I know what I have and what should probably help. Pills.
Less nice was the fact that she suspects some complications. But we will find out about that in due time.

Meanwhile, I'll swallow my pills, suffer on the sofa and throw up (says the bijsluiter) and try not to loose my wit(s), which, as you can see and have experienced, is easier in writing than in speaking, as I can stop mid-sentence whenever I feel like it and moan for a bit.

I'll miss all the nice stuff planned for this weekend (friends, family) and I already missed the nice classes planned for today.
Let's hope I'll be back in Utrecht on Monday or Tuesday...

Love,
Anna

P.S. thank you, K. I'm very happy to have you at UC. And now we can say that at least part of the post-exchange depressiveness was due to physical discomfort and nothing to duo with UC ;-)