Thursday 31^st May, 2018 1950

Since the last entry I have been unwell.

For a couple of days I had been noticing my pee was darker than usual and also ponged a bit but put that down to being perhaps dehydrated. On Sunday evening however, I kept having to go. I thought maybe I had overdone the rehydration but couldn't see how.

I went to bed.

I am used to, at my age, having to get up once, maybe twice to pump ship in the night but Christ, every time I dropped off I needed to go again! I must have been up and down twenty times, each time for an urgent dribble of a few drops and increasingly they were burning on the way out. Gonorrhea leapt into my mind and just as quickly vanished -you have to engage in certain activities to contract that and sad to say, said activities do not present themselves that often these days!

As I do, the next morning, feeling both exhausted and rough, I decided to play doctor. Well I searched the internet in between dashes to the loo (the urges were rapid and powerful and as small as the emissions were, they had no hesitation in defying me and leaking) and came up with a UTI. Hitherto I had thought that was the province of the fairer sex but nay. Antibiotics were needed, my war chest always has some.

I cooked Chinese chicken and vegetables in oyster and soy sauce for the weekly meal even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I could only manage a coupleof forkfuls and I was feeling dreadful. To be fair, the nocturnal loo dashes halved after three doses of pills but by then I had a fever – sweats and chills. By Tuesday I felt appalling.

Thanking my lucky stars I had no work until Wednesday, I then started to fret about actually getting to and from east campus. It could be an hour from leaving home to the bus coming and me getting to a toilet. The frequency was decreasing but the intervals were nowhere near an hour yet. I contemplated calling in sick but having basically taken the previous week off (with blessing) I really didn't want to.

To my relief I made it to work without incident although a couple of times I had to nip out of class for a minute or two. It seems my diagnosis was right, I still feel bad but the waterworks are getting back to normal. Since Saturday I have eaten two bananas, one small slice of baguette, half a Big Mac and tonight, two boiled eggs! I am really looking forward to my American breakfast at Pizza Hut tomorrow – provided my hips get me there! Since tackling Maiji mountain, both have been troublesome.

Looking on the bright side, one more week of classes, two of exams and then I am off for ten or eleven weeks. And next week we should know about Alice's visa and I can start forking out for things. Or not.