Regular readers (if there are any left) will remember the incident back in July when I didn’t have a heart attack.
Although everything appeared to be fine the ultra cautious folks at the Churchill decided that I should have my heart checked anyway just to make “really, really sure” that there wasn’t anything wrong.
The test involved removing my (ahem) “toppings” and being connected to a whizzy electrical gadget that checked the structure and function of my various heart valves. It was fascinating – you can actually see your heart on the screen and, even better, you can hear the blood slushing and wooshing. Brilliant.
In December I get to go to the Cardiology Arrhythmia clinic. One more and I get a set of steak knives.
As they were also worried about my toe, I had to go for an x-ray. Turns out that it was broken (which is what the GP said), but it turns out that people are always breaking their toes and you can’t do anything about it – they just fix themselves over time.
*foot-note – get it?