I am in hapkido class and really going for it and feeling fabulous then suddenly I have horrible chest pains.
My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest so I stop and sit down for about 15 minutes until I can gingerly move without pain. It is quite scary. My body hasn't rebelled like this before. Ever. Even in my feral drinking, smoking and carousing years...
So I eventually feel able to move without pain and I slowly make my way home and explain what happened to the Missus and the Boy in and in their usual sharing, caring way they demonstrate their love and concern.
'Can you shut up as we're watching TV?'
'And I'm trying to eat pizza...'
The next day I phone NHS Direct and they suggest I visit my local doctor. One phone call later and I'm booked in to visit my doctor the same morning and he checks me out and sends me off to a hospital in Paddington for an ECG. I get to Paddington and get the ECG done within five minutes of arriving at the hospital then I head back to my local doctor's surgery where I manage to book an appointment for later that evening and I give him my ECG results and I get the all-clear.
So two appointments with my local doctor and one hospital visit in one day. The NHS are doing great work.
My body, however, has clearly had enough and three days later I succumb to the flu. And it's proper flu as well. Bugger...
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