At some point during all this sweating, passing out, feeling at death's door, etc, it seemed appropriate to see a doctor or two. Most people do it during the experience whereas my preference is usually to do it at the end once there's not much left to do.
Our local GP surgery never has the same person in it so when I'm posed the question, tell me about your medical history, I pity the people who are in the waiting room outside. Oh, well, heart failure, atrial fibulation, cancer, asthma, arthritis, nasal polyps, obesity, allergies, etc, and a head injury from passing out in my bedroom, but don't worry about all that, I'm just interested in that lovely codeine syrup that stops you coughing.
'OMG' go the GPs after hearing a list that literally no one has ever put as plus points into a dating app, and then come the questions 'why aren't you on anti-coagulants', 'when did you last have this procedure' etc.
When you look at it in black and white, it doesn't sound great, but honestly, turns out I'm fine.
Anyway, the upshot of today is that I now have a parallel and complementary target for the liver guy who is keen for me to reduce my fatty liver. And it's all about weight loss. The scrutineers are adding up.
Bring them on!!!!
ACT! No more cheating.