The last of five drips over a week was taken out this afternoon. It had finally stopped working.
Clearly i had advanced to the stage when a drip in the neck was overkill, so now I am continuing the medication with a cocktail of pills.
I celebrated my new freedom; I abandoned my habitual corridor pacing and ventured into the outside world. The hospital is on the banks of the River Hérault (and turns its back to it) and next to a lovely old bridge. The first photo shows the view from a window near my room. The second is of the old mills across the river.
I strolled across the bridge and back, felt quite wobbly, so returned to my room. Just shows I have some way to go to recover.