11th July, 2019.
Believe it or not … ?
I’m off to hospital, again, today.
For a CT scan.
I have to admit it’s …
I’ve had had one, before now: so the actual scan, itself, isn’t worrying.
What’s worrying?
I gave up smoking, several years ago: which is good.
But, of course, having a the second of two CT scans for my lungs?
You can possibly appreciate that getting the results … ?
Is nerve-racking.
Is nerve-racking.
And you’ll excuse the language, I hope, but the getting the potential results is scaring the shit out of me.
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