Next Thursday she gets the 24 hour heart monitor. Gloucester A&E is grim in the small hours (last big scare - the out-of-hours doc called the ambulance before I'd finished talking). Week after she gets the appointment with the cardiologist. Hopefully it isn't serious - because the medical lot aren't busting a gut over her. But we're a family of fucking stoics. So that is worrying too.
Unrelated shite: I've had sciatica since carrying my bodyweight of coal down to Wern. That's five months and counting now. I get to see a physio next week. I just bloody hope they can do something. Because it fucking is hurting my left testicle!
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