Test Day

Blood first, then a series of small stickered circles carefully attached to my chest. Then ripped off less carefully. There's only one person in the world I'm comfortable taking my shirt off for, and it's not a Tooting General Hospital staffer with a waiting list to get through. Bedside manner has been dropped from medical degrees in order to shave a year off the training.

Nonetheless early indications say I'm fine. Although aren't they supposed to say that? It's fair to say that frightening the life out of someone with a heart complaint risks making the situation worse. It probably opens up prosecution channels too. She was lying to me!

No, wait. I think I'm alright. The wobbly line on the heart monitor seemed normal to someone of my 'Cubs first aid badge' experience. And there are more tests in a month to look forward to which should rule out imminent death at least.