…money for mine
I have an aneurysm. (look it up, I had to). Or, in the interests of accuracy, an abdominal aortic aneurysm. Known, imaginatively, as a “triple A”. (which is what I need to quote if I call an ambulance because apparently it’ll make them drive faster)!
It will eventually need an operation but in the meantime it isn’t really a problem. Except of course for the constant round of scans, tests, consultant visits (A very nice man is Mr Ali) and medical acronyms.* (I had an EchoCardiograph and got told off when I referred to it as an ECG). I should say now that the operation, when it happens, is a very common one and is unlikely to go wrong but as this blog is not supposed to be too depressing I promise not to bore you with the details if it does kills me. To…
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