Lubb dupp.

First night in a ward since I had my tonsils out in 1980. Fluttery chest, wobbly legs and my GP sternly suggesting that it wasn't he I should be conversing with but an A&E triage nurse instead led to an overnighter in Gloucester Royal.
Tests okay but a night in some comically tight Pj's and hooked up to this box of wonders because, you know, ticker.
I'd better get a refund on the hospital parking or proper myocardial infarction will undoubtedly follow.