Hopping...

I feel like I’ve done a morning’s work, even though I’ve done nothing except have a shower and take a taxi to the local health centre across the park. Dr Ajam turned out to be a young muslim woman wearing a hijab, who must have been about fifteen when she started her medical training. She gave me some more powerful anti-inflammatory pills; after ten minutes of talk I'm feeling better already. Reassurance: a cool hand on a fevered brow? The placebo effect?…