I was very touched when my GP, Maëlle rang me at 9pm (she was still in her surgery, dealing with the day’s paperwork) to ask how I was and to sympathise. Then she read me a lecture about not contacting her enough when I had problems and stressed that any time I needed something, to phone or go and see her.
I currently rattle with the large number of pills I take a day, either to protect my stomach or to try to make my reluctant intestines budge.
Then I am supposed to have an anti-coagulant injection once a day for a week. The nurse Chris and I used has retired, but I have found another group of four (one lives in the next village) who seem very nice and efficient. I offered to go into le Vigan for the injection, but they said it was easier to fit me into their rounds.