I mentioned recently that I was due to come off of my antibiotics soon, and that I was looking forward to celebrating normality with a beer. Yesterday was supposed to be my last tablet, and I was rather looking forward to getting off them. However, while chatting to my nan, she pointed out that it had only been 2 months since my op, and that I had been told I would need 3 months worth of the antibiotics. I had been given a few boxes of them when I was discharged from hospital, and had assumed that that was the entire course that I needed. When I got down to the last box I started counting down the days based on what I had left without doing the maths and realising how long I had been on them.

I called the GP and explained the situation to him and asking for guidance. He checked my notes and said that I needed to go another month to fit with the instructions with the surgeon. So here I am with another month’s worth to get through – just when I thought I was there! Oh well. Todays lesson: make sure the numbers add up!

KBO