Tears were rolling down my face as I complained to the GP over the phone in March 2020, after finishing another three-day course of antibiotics. “No. It’s still there,” I explained, frustrated.
Lockdown restrictions meant I was unable to head to my local surgery in North Lanarkshire and instead, I was listening to the same misdiagnosis I’d heard countless times over a telephone appointment.
I don’t remember a time when peeing didn’t cause acid-burning type pain, as my first memory of a urinary tract infection (UTI) was aged just eight in 2005.
