waiting for the baths

I don't exactly know how long I've been waiting for something. Anything. A month? A year? More like sixteen...

The new doctor has prescribed me a very French solution for my condition - a three week course of balneotherapy (treatment with thermal water).  

Despite the French name - "la cure" - I know a month in thermal water won't cure me. But it might make me feel a little better. To finally be taken care of. To be listened to. Understood. Accepted.

Next week will be D-Day.