I mentioned in passing that I had a dose of the lurgy.
One of the side effects was that I didn’t get out and about at all. No little rambles up the valley or around the village. No exercise at all at all.
On Monday night, for some unknown reason I couldn’t sleep. I read through to the not so small hours and eventually dropped off at around five or so.
So, come Tuesday I was somewhat knackered. The day had started around nine when Herself needed some assistance so I had about four hours sleep under the belt. I felt like shit warmed up. I tried dozing during the day, but no go. As the day wore on I got progressively stressed and tired.
Tuesday night there was a bit of an emergency with Herself. It was very late so there was no chance of asking for any help. I had to cope on my own. As a result I pulled a muscle in my back. So now I was tired, stressed and in pain.
Wednesday morning I managed to oversleep and woke much later than intended. And I had an appointment up in Dublin for my stress test! So there was no time for a mug of tea or anything. Stress was up to around 6 on the Richter Scale.
Traffic going up to Dublin was a fucking nightmare. This was the middle of the day so I don’t know where they came from or where they were going but the traffic was very heavy. It was getting close to my appointment time, so stress was now up to around 8.
I arrived at the hospital to find massive queues for the car park. And once I got into the multi-story I had to drive around and around looking for a space. I was now at 10 on the Richter.
Naturally I got lost in the hospital – I think I mentioned before somewhere that the hospital has an amazing signage system that somehow displays every single department except for the one I’m looking for. Richter up to 12.
I found the place and booked in. I had to wait for twenty minutes or so, as my stress levels rose even further. I was eventually called in.
The test consisted of wiring me up to computers and then going for a walk on a treadmill. It gradually increased in speed and also increased its slope so soon I was doing a very quick walk up a steep hill.
I had enough.
There is only so much a bloke can take. I was tired, sore, stressed and now my legs felt like they were falling off.
I told the nurse.
She stopped the torture and removed the cat’s cradle of cables and then sent me on my way. She wouldn’t comment on the test but mentioned that I would get a call for an appointment with the specialist. More fucking traffic!
I don’t care what the specialist has to say. He can nag me all he likes about my diet, my lack of exercise, my way of life and most likely my pipe. It will go in one ear and out the other.
I am beyond caring.