July has gone.

Medical new plan. Alternating weeks of full dose antibiotic “Piv” followed by full dose “nitro”. Should surely do the trick.

Alas “piv” made me pewk even at lower doses.

I tried valiantly to carry on.

The dreams I’ve had over July encompass a quick flit toFrance with 75% of the family. This was foreshortened by a visit to Ireland. To be there when daughter 2 rowed for England. As you do. Unbelievably wonderful winners gold, too. Land of Hope and Glory was emotional! The dream continued.

The dreams continued to encompass the wider family, ferrying my parents to graduations and lunches across the Home Counties. It was fun but so hot. Kidney 1 not happy. Despite pouring fluids, declining all alcohol and fending off migraines. It has been so hot and it’s a struggle. Kidney pain a feature of the dream. Paracetamol the strongest I will use. Driving so cannot take more.

In this dream my bizarre parents divulged their medical worries…indeed my Dad’s is obvious! They seemed to think their gp would ring them. Somehow they feel gp cannot be rung. The respect they show for this anonymous doctor includes not disturbing him by actually making an appointment.

With the support of my siblings, urging me on, I made a call to said surgery. In confidence. My phone redial showed 140 redials until I got through. I explained . They understood. Low and behold my parents tell me they have been called. Indeed an appointment was made for Monday first thing. Guess what? Urgent referral to two hospital surgeons for my Dad. I got him there. Of course. Hopefully referral will be soon. Else I will ring again. Argh.

July dream has taken its toll. . By Saturday my kidney spasms were so bad I took another paracetamol ! and emailed Jerome.

There is a Bourne film where Bourne is being persuaded to come off the grid.

Jerome offered iv and tlc in London to get me off my grid. I managed to resist all weekend. Sortedmthe parents and finally gave in on Monday. Jerome’s office organised an admission. Unfortunately to the wrong hospital which I discovered on arrival.

Eventually I made it to correct hospital. Spent ages with the Registrar. She was about to be moving hospital. The August changeover patients beware. She actually wants to be a barrister. I found myself advising and encouraging. We were chatting and laughing so long her beeper got very annoyed!

So I got my iv, or recalibrated. I got so much tlc I cried. I’m well known at this hospital.

As for Jerome … he appeared in the dark gloom of the scan… jolly and brilliant and reassuring. Empty the bladder test. He knew dam well I could do that with catheter in pocket. How the hell did he find me? How can he be so jolly?refusing the bloody wheelchair we walked and lifted back to ward. Updated.Recalibrated. Changed the pewky piv plan. Chattered.

He reappeared with my personal favourite a ‘flat white ‘at 7am. How the hell did he remember that?

Then I decided I better go home and hit the grid once more. He let me go.

Of course none of this is a dream. It all really happened …

…hello August