Ten ton day

We interrupt these folk festival ramblings, because today's quite heavy, I could use some venting space and it's my blog and I'll whinge if I want to. N'yer. Extremely heavy in fact.

Problem one. My bike's in bits. Very expensive bits. Started running rough and smoking like a Red Arrow, literally, from the left exhaust on the way home from Croppers. Pulled over at Leicester services, got a recovery wagon out and had Baz the Bike take a look at it today.... head gasket failure would be a LUXURY here. We're not sure yet of the extent of the rebuild necessary yet. But there's oil everywhere there shouldn't be, there's a squashed, chopped, smashed up thing that used to be a spark plug.... quite amazing really, Baz hasn't a clue how it happened and that's from forty odd years of spannering. Maybe a piston bearing coming loose and whacked it? Who knows. The bike limped on for mile after mile before I decided to spot the problem, then check it out... amazing engine. But it's all bad news. Well, nearly all. Half my bike is in the shed in bits, and I shall take advantage of this to clean the bits I can't normally reach.

Problem two is even less funky. Got summoned to the hospital. The chest thing. I've fooled every ECG test known to man, but the big radioactive camera test they gave me a while back is less than happy with me. Abnormalities. Possibility of coronary heart disease. Big invasive tests, minor surgery are on order and a ton of chest drugs until then. Worst case scenario will be heart bypass. At thirty six. I cannot stress enough how much I do not want to be sat up here on my own tonight. And I do not know how the hell I'm going to tell my mum.