Just been to the doctor again for a tetanus jab (seemingly obligatory here?) and more migraine tablets. The terror of preparing for such occasions does not seem to leave. What if I say the wrong thing, something completely unintelligible, and am sent away in shame, with no drugs?
As I sat in the waiting area, alone but for a large box of single-use vaginal specula and a wall full of filed patient notes, it occurred to me I could hear a chap's voice. Oh it was the man doctor who speaks English! Hoorah. Charming man, with photos of his gap-toothed children on the wall. He gave me drugs and has referred me to a specialist.
Just need to prepare language for that now. Maybe the terror will go, one day.