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The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
It seems I'm a bafflement to science. The Doctor didn't know what was wrong with me. It could be nothing, it could be serious. He ruled out anything that would cause me to drop dead instantly. I'm not about to have a heart attack or anything, but it does concern me that he booked me in for a chest x-ray, a blood test and a E.C.G..
So this morning I went to the hospital for my chest X-ray. You can just turn up with the card the doctor has given you and they X-Ray you there and then. I was slightly astonished how quickly they did it. After I arrived and handed in my card, I was asked to take a seat. Expecting a long wait, I took out my current book (incidentally, the main character of this book has recently undergone heart surgery himself and the exact line I read whilst waiting was "Be careful, your heart looks a little overexercised").
No sooner had I read that line than I was called in for the x-ray. The nurse was very professional, and I was too nervous about the whole situation to make any comments, apart from asking whether I needed to remove my watch and ring. This must have seen odd, as I wasn't wearing my watch; it had stopped working last night.
The whole process took less than a minute, and then the nurse asked me to wait outside while she checked the results. Not fully understanding, I did wonder if she was qualified to examine the X-Ray and make a diagnosis herself, but I soon realised that she was just going to make sure the picture had come out okay.
I sat down again, and rather luckily placed myself where I could see the nurse appear with my X-Ray on the other side of the room (is there a set of secret underground tunnels allowing nurses fast access to multiple parts of the hospital, I idly wondered) and saw half my chest back lit. It looked rather normal from my layman eyes, but then it wasn't the heart side.
It was pretty weird being in a hospital. This was the first time I'd been to one when I wasn't either in accident and emergency, or there on behalf of someone else (e.g. the birth of my daughter). Crossing that line into being a patient is an unsettling feeling. I've said before, I've rarely ever been ill and had to visit the doctor, let alone been hospitalised. It is quite an unsettling feeling to think there might be something wrong with you, despite the doctor's reassurances that it is unlikely to be anything major, and you would still rather be you than some of the other people you saw at the hospital.
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George settles into a pattern, Emilia gets slightly cheekier, I ponder on various things, I watch multiple football games, and read a lot (2)
Lots of work, lack of updates, a decision to make, George is getting fatter and the World Cup starts this week, (2)
George's 4 week birthday and Emilia's reaction to George (0)
It is interesting how two children from the same genetic stock can be so different. Even though he is only... (0)
It is 3am and the only way George will sleep is if I continually walk up and down the living room at a consistent and slow pace. (1)
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