Had a phone call booking me in for another transoesophageal echocardiogram (this time under general anaesthetic) next week - Thursday 6th. This is good news, but I feel weird and bad.

Yesterday at the hospital all they did was weigh me and check my oxygen levels with one of those clips on my finger, but my heart started beating like crazy when they took me into that white, sterile room. So many bad memories now. The medical trauma is piling up.



Apologies as usual for the melodrama. I'm really glad I'm seeing you tomorrow, even if it means we have to talk about my pathetic, stupid attempt to give you a gift.