Okay. So, last week, when I had the, erm, little problem, I had to give a sample of wee to the doctor. I took my antibiotics like a good girl and the infection has cleared. Or so I thought. Today I got a voicemail saying that 'it's nothing to worry about' but can I 'please call the doctor asap'. So I did but by the time I got the message the person who had rung had left for the day so I now have to wait until 8am tomorrow to find out what's going on.
Shiiiiiiiit. Hypochondria runs in the family - but I've never had anything like this before.