My new morning ritual is to stand in the kitchen and slowly count out an array of tablets whilst I wait for my coffee to brew.
Frog stood watching me and exclaimed, "Ahhh, now you're becoming a real French woman".
The French take more medicines than anyone else on earth. To be fair the larger part of the tablets are vitamins and supplements. These are a combination of wedding vanity (please will my nails stop breaking!) and trying to promote joint health without resorting to aggressive anti-inflammatories every day.
I now know my way blindfolded around the local medical centre and they say hello to me in the pharmacy. My physiotherapist is now 'tutoying' me* (as is my hairdresser but that's more an intimacy that he obviously feels has been created by his far more regular and original client, my gossiping mother-in-law to be).
As much as my back's health is a source of frustration it has proved to be my first real recce into the local community.
* Read her explanation about this French formality rule...