Hmmmm. Worrying a bit. Been to the quacks today for a nurses healthcheck, in connection with this lung business. Hooked up to an ECG machine (that's heart monitoring for those wot don't know). Doc wants me back on Friday, something's not A1. That's about seventeen different degrees of "I am bloody worried here" for me. Let's hope it's stress, of which there has not been small amounts lately, and nothing more, erm, surgical or last will and testament related. I mean, what would I do with all this crap? Only person I'd trust to know the right thing to do is FLoH and I can hardly ask her.

Gah!

:o/