Well, thank god for France's amazing medical system... came down with a terrible cold this week (8 days from going into the studio). My nose is plugged, my throat is raw, my head is pounding, my joints ache... ack! Nothing like having a jazz album where the singer doesn't actually pronounce any of the words... yes: now folks that immortal classic: 'I'be Got You Udder My Skid'... So, I headed for my local drug purveyor, then strolled into the pharmacy and walked out with a plastic bag full of drugs... anti-inflammatorys, anti-biotics, nasal thingys, throat thingys, pain killers, sleeping tablets..(I swear to god I didn't ask for more than a simple anti-biotic).... She kind of went over the top when I told her I was doing a recording next week... even the Pharmacist was impressed with the list. I have a feeling most of this stuff will languish in my bathroom, but it kind of feels nice to know it's there... Thank the lord for socialised medicine..
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