7th February, 2018.
OK … The tumble dryer is decidedly on.
But ut’s OK, I can give up using the tumble dryer, anytime I want.
I’ve just got some socks to dry, OK?
Well, I say some …
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OK …
This post is starting to wander, a little bit, isn’t it?
It wasn’t meant to.
I meant to tell you …
Well, possibly a lot of things*.
One of which is (possibly) obvious.
I got up seriously early, this morning: for a hospital appointment in Basildon.
I really wish I had, to be frank.
But … ?
Frankly, I’m not getting any younger.
And, equally as frankly?
Chest pains, at my age, and at my sort of weight?
Aren’t something to take lightly.
Up at 5·30am, and off to Basildon it was.
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I’m — sort of — glad I did, though.
The actual appointment, with the hospital’s specialist cardiology nurse, went quicker than I expected: even with another ECG examination and a stethoscope.
From what the nurse told me?
I don’t have Angina.
Yet.
But does want me to have a CT scan: to have a seriously good look at my coronary arteries, so we can see if I need a course of statins.
We’ll have to see what happens when I get the appointment.
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At any rate … ?
At any rate, I’ve actually had tonight, free.
At least, free to do a few things.
Wash my socks.
Makes some more Teaser videos.
Do some housework.
Eat.
Email my mother.
And?
Twisty is possibly the word.
Especially when you see the look on ‘Captain’ Georgiou’s face …
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