I dropped down to see Doc yesterday.
There were a few things I needed to have sorted. There was a certificate I needed to have witnessed by him to say I was still alive [so my pension can continue]. There was a twinge of humour in that. I also needed a letter to say I was fit to drive as apparently car insurance is nullified after a heart attack and can only be reinstated once I have that letter. Just as well I didn’t run over someone during the week?
So he gave me the full once-over and could find nothing wrong with me. I have that same kind of feeling myself and the whole escapade seems like a bad dream, or even that it never happened at all and is all in my imagination. In fact the only proof I have is all the puncture wounds on my arms, the fantastic coloured effects [brown, blue, purple, red] on my right arm from wrist to elbow from the stent insertion and the continued discovery of electrode patches on various parts of my body.
We discussed what might have caused the “incident” and he confessed to being at a loss. He rattled off a huge list of possible caused from genes, through stress, diet and a load of others. He did mention smoking as an afterthought but was adamant that it could have been anything up to and including just sheer bad luck. He frankly admitted that I was the very last person he would have expected to have a heart attack
Another after effect he did mention [and which I was already fully aware of] was that if I cut myself I will bleed profusely and he suggested that if I were doing gardening I should have loads of rolls of kitchen paper handy and a good supply of plasters on standby. It’s a good excuse to let the estate grow wild.
One more strange after effect is that frankly I don’t give a shit about anything any more. I have a “so what” attitude to everything, and reading about Brexit or Trump or Climate has zero effect on me. I couldn’t give a flying fuck what the gubmint is up to or even pass comment on the latest crazy idea the Anti-Smokers have come up with.
I don’t even feel the need to scribble.
For a while anyway.