on friday bight, late, couldn't stand it, was going to take my Last Sleep drink, but hated knowing that the police would search everyuthing and terrify moppi - better to die in hospital and probably with morphine. was taken to Emerfgency dept. - the doctor was a young girl, a baby. I told all about quinolones and the horror and not taking again and being vulnerable to other drugs -  it's written on my records "Alergica a las quinolonas y clavulanico" (they don't admit to any drug effects in Spain - all drugs re benign and effects, even severe, aren't reported - they're all due to allergies.
So she offered me a choice of Levofloxacino or Augmentin! I said, "But those are the two that are marked as not possible for me," and she said, "Yes, but I think you probably had some other illness and it wasn't the drugs." So they gave me Ibuprofen and sent me home, worsening hourly, with an appointment to go back to see a drmatologist next Wednesdy evening. ButI won't last till then and all they'll do is offer more strong, toxic drugs.
I'm trying to hang on till tomorrow, when I hope to persuade the lawyer to come back so that i won't die intestate, but doubt i can last till then and certainly not till wednesday evening. I'll probably just go yonight. Moppi knows there's something wrong and that I'm all wrong...
One ear has been deak and blocked for months, sight blurred, etc. but it's the skin infection - put there by idipt docytor and negligent nurses - that I can no longer stand; it's eating me.


It's ironic - and typical of my life, I think, I think, but perhps just typical of Spain - that I've hung on and hung on to try to make a will that'd help charities and now at last a lawyer's coming here tomorrow and then back a week or fortnight later for me to sign, it's going to be too late - I'll either have swallowed my Last Rescue Dose or be delirious and carted off to die full of tubes in a hospital after all. 
Such a shame.. I do hope someone will care for Mop, at least. They promise, but now I know I can't really trust anyone.

How a visit to a G.P. can destroy your health and your life.
This blog was hastily assembled in order to show the effects of (fluoro)quinolone toxicity on my health and on my life. I should and may rewrite it and make a version in French and one in Spanish, but a lot of the time I've been too physically ill, too mentally confused or disorganised or undisciplined (all since quintoxication – I wasn't like this before) to do much and this is it. The information page has links to far more detailed and objective information, the photos and videos say more than my words can.

Dear friends, fellow quintox victims and other readers,

I'm planning self-delivrance in about 6-8 weeks. I'd like to have done it sooner, before my condition got so bad, or to have lasted abit longer in order to finish whitewashing the ground floor of the house - or, of course, to have been a person who wasn't afraid to say, "No," to idiots, molestors and other abusers. Still, this is the life I got this time round, I've done my best (not a very good best, but I tried really hard and "angels can do no better.")

I'll write a bit more before I go, at lest I hope I will, but now I'm going to post some of my favourite music and poetry as my goodbye to a beautiful but already partly-murdered world.

I've kept going for 6½ years because I didn't have a legal will and because I kept picking up dogs and cats who needed help. I still have Moppi and if you're the praying kind and want to pray, do it for him - that he'll allow my nice neighbour to rescue him when he's orphaned, as he's seriously phobic about all humans except me. (i don't blame him!)

It's self-deliverance, not sucide, so don't make asilly fuss and remember that i could have lasted at least another year in reasonable condition if I hadn't been such a wimp about telling the stupid doctor and nurse to leave me alone.

Save a bird, save a flower, save a whale or a bee, but humans really aren't worth it - we're the cancer of evolution.

xxx Kate

To Kiti - thank you for the privilege and I'm sorry


Worse every day and multiplying and spreading. Skin is simply breaking down, my natural healing has been destroyed, circulation dreadful.

Remember my legs before FQing FQ?
And my cheerfulness?