My bathroom cabinet resembles a small chemist’s shop.
A variety of irritating health issues mean I use five different drugs, two inhalers and other patches and potions. And I get prescriptions filled so often that I’m now on first name terms with my local independent pharmacist. She gave me a flu jab recently and a cholesterol test last summer.
When Boots was charging £87 for one privately prescribed medication, she managed to find a generic alternative I could get for £8.40. And it was the pharmacist who suggested I needed further investigations for a recurrent “infection” when she noticed I had been given another lot of antibiotics.
