Today at 11.30am I have to attend hospital for a cardiac exercise tolerance test, following my "cardiac episode" earlier this month. I can't get them to realise that it was the dishy aussie doctor who was making my heart race!
Now, I, although overweight, am was an active person. I manage a call centre so spend all day running around like a blue horse fly (don't know where that saying has come from?!?!) However since 6th March I haven't worked, walked or done bugger all! Don't get me wrong on a good day I try to walk the dog and do general housework, but usually pay for it by a nightime of pain.
On Friday I walked 200 yards to our local pub to meet my dad for a drink, halfway there my hubby had to hold me up!
Therefore I offer up goodbyes to my blog friends, this bloody test is gonna kill me, if not bring on the desired "cardiac episode" my kidney/bowel/who the feck knows where it is coming from pain, will kick off big time!
Still I have a CT scan on Friday, chance for a lie down!
"gulp" See ya when I can, if it kills me I'll haunt ya!