With just over 6 weeks to go until the end of the year and the final judgement on my diet, I thought I'd have a check-in with the various specialists keeping my body upright. The heart specialist is the one who probably has the most work to do, and I don't know how you take it when he looks in worse shape than you do.
He doesn't have a great sense of humour - what I mean by that is he didn't appreciate me asking him if he has a playlist full of songs about hearts. For example, 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie. Or 'Heartbreaker' by Ryan Adams. Or 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' by Bonnie Tyler, etc, etc.
So the upshot is he wants me to go to another type of heart specialist to see if I have a congenitally weak heart. I told him I'm just sensitive and I feel people's pain.
He didn't buy it.
Anyway, the good news is that if my heart truly is congenitally weak, then maybe I'll get out of doing the washing up.
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