Had to take Mum to the emergency GP last night - She's okay, UTI tthat will not go away and resulted in bleeding last night and scared her witless, she now has yet more antibiotics and is now *finally* listening to our exhortations to drink more water! but bleeding has tailed off and she is no longer in terrified mode. Oh but I had the oddest reaction to the GP. First of all, I wasn't that worried about Mum, other than her stress, I'd settled in my head that it was the UTI causing the problems, refusing to consider any worse alternatives, so I wasn't in panic mode myself. The GP was a big man, Tall, broad and very overweight - and I just wanted to cuddle him. Constantly suppressing the voice in my head that was saying "He'd be lovely to hug, look at him, HUG HIM" I think obviously his size was part of it and he had a deep growly bear of a voice and he was a little bit disorganised - he was obviously at the clinic as a cover GP only and didn't know where anything was and had to keep calling through to ask for stuff, so that was clearly endearing him to me too. But really!