First reaction: PANIC

Once out of the doctor's practise, the relief of finally having a diagnostic, and the concentration to listen and remember the doctor's information and advice, make room to panic.

Constant pain? For months/years? I can't stand pain, I've always been a wuss!

Ok, at least I can still have kids and all (or I would have jumped out the window).
But rationality isn't on the menu right now. I'm just walking and crying.

At the pharmacy, again, being a tourist doesn't help. It takes them hours to register the medication under my passport number. And it's a whole lot of medication.