A couple of days ago I started to shiver violently. I managed to fight it off with paracetamol  and sleep and Wednesday was fine. At 4am this morning I woke, shivering. I pulled a blanket over me and went back to sleep. When I woke, an hour later, it was clear that I needed help and at 6.30 am I surprised one of the neighbours as she put her bin out and took the dog for a walk, waving from my trolley as I was, once again,  loaded into the back of an ambulance.

I had breakfast in hospital (yoghurt), had blood taken, was given antibiotics via a cannula and by 1.00 was sitting in the sun as my sister came to collect me. I am typing awkwardly as I have an infuser pump hanging round my neck and it keeps finding new ways of inconveniencing me.

Tomorrow I will go back for a newly loaded pump And the day after, and the day after . . . Five days, in fact, and on the 6th day I go to see a doctor for assessment. Meanwhile, I am also taking large doses of oral antibiotics too. They are determined to get rid on the infection this time.

In a minute, I will go yo bed and see how ell I can sleep with a pump, several yards of tubing and a cannula. I’ve slept with a catheter for 14 weeks, so I’m sure five days with an infuser pump will be OK. I’m going to hang it on the bed head and see how it goes.

Meanwhile, Number Two Son had racoons on his balcony> He lives several floors up in Toronto, but they currently have scaffolding up on the building and the raccoons were using this to explore the balconies, which were now in reach.